Pietro Maximoff Avengers Romane & Geschichten

The Don's face remained completely calm, even though hat calmness was somehow more frightening than anger but Mr Pietro was not giving into such intimidation. The room suddenly felt colder. temperature seemed to drop as Mr Giovanni eyes locked onto Mr. Pietro, within those eyes was something terrifying. Bloodlust, pure bloodlust at the defiance which was displayed by his advisor. This was the gaze of a man completely prepared for war, completely prepared for death and completely prepared for destruction. But then Mr Giovanni answered. “Ohh of course it is Pietro what else do you think?” Mr. Giovanni said without a care in the world as he looked at Mr. Pietro with eyes ready for blood.

Maksim ran a hand through his hair. Uncle Pietro took in a long breath and massaged the back of his neck. “Chirkov, you know we have an unfinished business with him, so how could you add this to it?” Maksim was saying. What on earth did Uncle do to make him this agitated? And with Vincenzo Cassano of all people. I knew how much that guy was dangerous. He is the only name that brings terror to the heart of the Russian boss, Maksim.

They know better than to show the Russians any form of respect. I lift my glass to my face as I watch the exchange. Pietro is foolish, arrogant, always looking for a fight, and there’s nothing he loves more than the D’amato reputation. He’s the perfect person to put the Russians in their place, remind them that they don’t belong here and they’ll never have a spot here as long as we live and breathe. From where I’m seated, I watch Ronan scoff, while his minions are bursting their veins and seething over my cousins.

Rocco looked tense. Like something bad had happened. Massimo’s heart skipped. Without thinking twice, he spoke sharply. “What happened to Chiara?” Rocco blinked. Then he shook his head quickly. “No, boss. She’s fine. She’s safe.” Massimo’s chest loosened slightly, but his expression remained cold. “Then why are you here?” Massimo asked. Rocco hesitated for a second, then spoke. “The strongest Don in Russia…” Rocco started carefully. “It’s James Pietro.”

Pietro shakes his head, which makes his fiancée's eyes spark with anger. "Please, Adanary, don't make me choose." Pietro pleads. "I think the one you should always choose is your fiancée, Pietro. I don't know how bad things have been, but she should always be your priority. And as I repeat, I have the necessary power to take down the Salvatores. If not, why do you think Mr. Lombardi is here with me? I have all his support, so you don't have to worry about me or Massimo from now on." I stand up, briefly take Pietro's hand, and squeeze it for a moment as a sign of gratitude.

Being the eldest of them all, he made sure all his siblings were seated first before he scan around the cafeteria with his eyes, for a vacant seat. What he did for his siblings, is... Nice. He is already attracting stares and attention. Clad in all black clothings, he looks like a fallen god, who turned Satan's ally when he landed here on earth. I hate to admit it, but Max is the most good-looking out of his siblings. He's tall, not too skinny with broad shoulders, he's taken off his hoodie and his well defined abs stand out on his black shirt that stick to his body. He bears a strinking resemblance to the young Leonardo Decaprio who played the role of Jack in Titanic.

the man pointed out blankly, "we have watched you. You hunt, you run, you sleep, you watch. What do you want?" I remained silent partly because I couldn't speak and partly because had nothing to say. "Speak or this will end badly for you," he spoke with an air of authority surrounding him. I quickly deduced that he wasn't just any man. He was their Alpha. Or as they called it, their chief. But he was young, so maybe the son of the chief, the one that would soon take the place of the leader of their tribe. Slowly but purposely, I unfurled my fingers from around the steering wheel. With precise movements, I exited the jeep and took five cautious steps forward until I was face to face with the

His voice made me snap my gaze up from the floor to look at him. "I want you to look in my eyes while you rub your clit for me through those panties. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you so." My breathing had turned shallow and as my eyes met with those light brown eyes of his, I felt something in me snap. It was like a confirmation that Pietro wasn't human, he was a monster whose eyes had the power to manipulate people.