Pietro Avengers Novels & Stories

In the far corner, hunched over a sleek black laptop, was Pietro—my tech specialist. The twitchy genius was already typing furiously, fingers flying across the keyboard. I walked past my men without looking at them, the towel slung low on my hips. The air thickened with tension. Franco shifted slightly under my stare. "Pietro," I barked. The tech jumped, nearly knocking over his coffee cup. He scrambled up, clutching the laptop to his chest, his wide brown eyes flicking nervously toward me. He was pathetic but useful. I jerked my chin once. "Come."

Pietro near one of the windows --- Pietro can go home now, I'm the one who's going to finish this training-- I finish talking by slapping Scarlet's ass. She grumbles and punches my back, (as if it hurts)-- I think ironically Mr. Pietro leaves the room with an amused look, amused by our scene. --- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DENIEL JACKSON MARTIN?-- he asks angrily, but wait, wasn't I supposed to be the one mad?

He raised a perfect brow at the elder man, who tilted his head to the side trying to gauge out his reaction but found none. " You wanted to know who I am." One hand dipped in his front pocket as he leaned towards Damiano's bloody form. " I am Pietro's Ruination." With that he walked away, his men following him. Damiano's confused eyes trailed after that man, who give him a tiny mysterious wink before getting in his car. The grunt with a series of curse left his lips as soon as the cars zoomed away. With much difficulty he pulled out his phone. Shaking his head to get his vision clear which was getting blurrier by the passing seconds, he tapped the name of one person which he trusted more tha

“Fucking nepotism gave him the role of Alpha, the same with Fenriz’s son.” I can’t help but laugh at his hatred of Creed and the Volkovs. “Ah, I forgot—You’re under the Euro Five so you would hate him. But trust me when I say, you’re better off having him as an ally than an enemy. Nepotism may have given him that role, but he’s turned it into his own. He’s no coward when it comes to dealing with enemies.” Matteo waves off my words with his hand. “Generational hatred is stronger than your words, Nero. The role of Alpha didn’t just get given to us, you know that. You had to earn your title with blood; all those with Italian blood do.”

"Protecting a name now only delays the inevitable, Pietro. Give us something, and we can still protect you." Pietro closed his eyes, and for a long, terrible moment, I believed he might refuse entirely. Then his shoulders sank, defeat finally overtaking fear. "It was not Vittorio directly who asked me. It was someone claiming to speak for him, someone I had never met before that single conversation." "Describe them," Matteo said immediately. I watched Pietro closely as he searched his memory, terror still shadowing his features, and I found myself hoping desperately that this single description might finally give us something solid to follow instead of another circle of suspicion closing in

“Of course I know how it works. Each of us has a partner who is ours alone, whose DNA is compatible and whose company completes us. But that doesn't mean she doesn't serve in my pack. Wolves have shared mates for many centuries, when pack needs demanded it. Pietra is a powerful vessel and will make strong pups. I have searched the length of this country and have not found my own mate, nor another girl as suitable as her. Then I will have it. If you want to keep her too, you can join my crew as a beta. Together we will be stronger. But if you don't give it to me, I'll fight you for it. And I will win. “Excuse me,” Pietra's voice cut into our conversation. — It's rude to talk about people behi

Xander after glancing at Skye, meets the old Patriarch's earnest eyes. He fully understands the plight of the Patriarch and the Di Lauro family. The Patriarch's love for his people and family is overflowing as it reflects his eyes. That's what intimidates him more than the threat he issued earlier. "With due respect, I, Alek Vasili Wright, brother to Xander Voulker Wright vow to fight side by side with my brother to protect this land" Stepping forward, Alek seriously declares. "And, I, Vasili Petrov, the Petrov Mafia Boss pledge as a loyal ally to Dharma and the Di Lauro family" His gaze meets the old Patriarch's eyes. Their gazes lock for a moment before the old man slightly nods at him.

"They can fucking try," Andrei ground out. Fury blazed from his eyes as he rose and stalked around the dais. "Pietro is currently recovering in my home on pack lands. His skin is scarred, his regenerative abilities so compromised, they need additional time to strengthen. Even when saved from this powerful toxin, we are still vulnerable for a time afterwards. Any of our enemies could take us out easily."

I leaned against the car, vision tilting. “Don’t say it,” I warned. Matteo looked at Lorenzo, not me. “Giovanni’s not alone.” Of course not. “Who?” Lorenzo snapped. Matteo hesitated. “He’s working with the Petrov Syndicate.” My heart plummeted. “No,” I breathed. “Petrov,” Lorenzo echoed. “They were dismantled.” “Not anymore. Giovanni’s resurrected them with what’s left of the fractured factions. The Russians in the tunnels? Just the opening act.”

Pietro saluted. "I want a proper search done on Olivier Martinez. I want to know everything about him because I do not know who the goddamn fucker is. I've never even met the shitty man, and he had the audacity to fuck with me!" "I'll do all I can, Don Adri." With that, Pietro left. I saw Adriano look pissed. Who knew shit like this could go down in his mafia. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he pulled me into a swift embrace. For Christ's sake, there was too much blood on it, but I stayed put.