Pietro Maximoff Avengers Novels & Stories

"He's the Capo dei Capi of the Italian Mafia. Make sure you address him with a lot of respect. Don't do anything that will upset him. I hear he has a very short fuse." My heart was racing as I looked at him. It wasn't because I was scared of him or that he made me nervous. It was because I knew him. I had met him before when I didn't know who he even was. Maximo. "Is the Italian mafia even allowed in Russia?" I asked. No one answered. Instead, Grace pushed me towards him and rushed away. Maximo approached me with confident steps. His sharp blue eyes pierced into me the closer he got. I swallowed all the fear I felt and plastered a smile on my face.

Vlad dropped an iPad on the centre table and pushed it to my front. "Dimitri Pietro. Age twenty-nine. An orphan who grew up in an orphanage with his elder brother, the late Giovanni Pietro. He joined the Bratva family when he was just twenty, and his brother, twenty-three. He is one of Bratva's strong hitmen." I scrolled through the pictures displayed on the screen of the iPad while listening to Vlad explain.

“Honey, talk to me. What did that son of a bitch do?” Abby remained silent. Explosive fury ate away at his sanity. Any semblance of control he’d achieved over the years was washed away in the eruption. Roman wrapped up his call, climbed in and the truck rolled onwards. Max hadn’t known true hate until that moment, vowing that Petrovich would be a vaporized memory in the red mist of the rising sun. ***

Adriano didn't bother to listen anymore and chucked the cell phone at the wall shattering it into pieces. It was so hard for him to not burn down the whole world. It was a miracle that he didn't killed anyone until now though his hands were itching to stain them with blood. He keep taking ragging breath and sit on the desk trying to think rationally. He was Adriano Pietro, the one who is famous for his anger as well as intelligence. He was sharp minded indeed unless how could he had handled this whole Pietro empire at the age of seventeen. He ran a hand along the length of his face trying to calm the raging volcano erupting inside him.

Once you betray the outfit, you will lose your life. "The usual" he replied emotionlessly. Alesso never underestimated Matteo. He does what he believes. He is committed to this lifestyle. "I wonder why you kept Olivia's father alive until now. He betrayed you by helping Victor. Looks like someone developed a soft spot for someone else" Matteo commented lightly. Matteo doesn't want Alesso to hurt Olivia, who is Hera's best friend. Hera already hates mafia men in general, and if something happens to Olivia, her hate will only grow, which is not good for their relationship.

Who lies and pretends to be what they are not and still says they don't mean to hurt-- I run a hand nervously through my hair and sigh in exasperation. --- In the beginning I could even want that, but I met her Deniel I saw with my own eyes how good and kind that girl is, I tell you from the bottom of my soul how much I regret everything-- shakes hands in fists and shakes his head in denial. --- Yes I know how amazing my female is and that's why I want to know about why he allied himself with vampires, why Scarlet was kidnapped and especially what led him to do these things-- I answer approaching again and crouching beside him-- NOW PIETRO-- I command in a growl punching the coffee table tha

"I’m not turning back—not now, not ever. If I back down, I’ll be seen as a coward. Besides, I know I can take Kieran down." Cathrine studied him for a moment before a small smile tugged at her lips. "If that’s the case, then go kick his ass, Luca." ************* In Kieran’s Chamber Maximoff entered, finding his son fully dressed and ready for the fight. "Why are you here?" Kieran asked coldly. "It’s not like you care about me." "I care about my son," Maximoff replied, his tone firm. "But the person standing before me isn’t my son—it’s an arrogant boy."

He snarled in his naked form, only wearing shorts to cover his private part. "She's human Max!" Giovanni yelled. "She's my fucking mate, mine!" He growled and jumped on Giovanni, punching him in his face, Giovanni couldn't defend himself since he's the Alpha. "Max!" She yelled and came forward but Marco held her tightly behind. "You can't go in there." He said emotionless. "I have to help h—" "Why do you want to help people who you don't know what they are?" He snarled, showing his white eyes toward her.

“Max?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. This is Max.” Javier stared at Max for a moment longer, “Dios mío. He’s... he’s a carbon copy of Pascha. God, Bell, even the way he stands with that sideways lean... that’s so Pascha.” “I know.” “He even has the signature Romanov eyebrow lift,” he muttered. Meanwhile, Max hugged Megatron tighter, then stepped forward. “Are you... Mommy’s new husband?” I choked on my breath. “Maximus Prime!” I gave him a sharp look. “Don’t say stuff like that!”

“Yes, Ma’am. Tattoos and all that. Really scary guy. Got four scarier dudes with him and a SUV convoy outside.” Barrister Siena frowned. “Did he say his name?” “Travanto Pero… Petra…” “Petrovich. Travanto Petrovich,” she finished for him. Marco was puzzled. “You know him?” “Oh yes, I do, Marco. Let him in. And you better pray to God he didn’t hear you just call him a thug,” she said, smiling.