Pietro Polendina Novels & Stories

My nerves were fluttering. " Well, I hope you're happy now," Pietro gnashed his teeth at me. He sat opposite me and his mean expression told me he was disappointed in me. " You would if you'd just screwed a woman like Melinda," I returned. Pietro's face burned. " Santa Maria, that's our brother's wife. If it were someone else, I'd have told you knock yourself out. But Mario? That's something different. Mario would never forgive you for what you've just done."

"What does finished feel like from where you are." Pietro held his wine for a long moment. "Like I can sleep," he said. "I have not slept well in fourteen years. Since the Romano case connected to the De Luca estate and I understood that what I had found was significant enough to be dangerous to the person who had found it." He held the glass. "I watched that bank for fourteen years and I slept badly for fourteen years because I was the only person who knew what I knew and knowing something significant alone is a specific kind of weight." He paused. "Since Trastevere I sleep." He held her gaze. "That is what finished feels like. Like sleeping."

“I’m sorry. I was tired.” “It’s okay,” Pietro said. “Gear up for round two. I’m Pietro De Luca, by the way” “I’m Rosaline.” Her brows pressed. “Round two?” “We’re at our Pa’s. He wants to see us,” I clarified. Straightening in the seat, she managed, “He must know what we’ve done.” “Every fucking syndicate knows. The entire world does, but who cares?” Pietro shrugged. “You’re in a place where no one would dare question your choices or call you names behind your back.”

Adriano roared and I flinched. "Your father wouldn't be proud." With that, Pietro left. Pietro was like that, he worked with Dante before his death and was part of the men who trained Adriano. His undying loyalty to his father made him the most trustworthy to remain the second in command, and the only one who could address Adriano as he pleases. I made his tie. "All done." I sighed. "He's being tough on you for a good reason." "He annoys me. That old fart." We laughed. At least Pietro annoys both of us.

CHAPTER 10 •MATTEO’S POV• Walking hastily out of the house straight into the awaiting car which was parked just outside the house alongside my father and Anthony. Anything begins to give us a rundown of the issue going on at the warehouse. We all know who is behind this very issue without even thinking twice and it was none other than ALFREDO ENZO, leader of the bandit group called COBRAS! He and I were long time friends but because of a misunderstanding which he never gave me a chance to explain to him,we split up and have been sworn enemies for almost 5 years.

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.

“What the hell was he involved in?” “We need to talk to Delfina, again.” Eusebio said quietly. “Without jumping down her throat, throwing wild accusations or calling her names. We need to know what the hell was happening?” “Um, Dad?” Ernestino held up the book. “There’s a line in here from three years ago with the name Nek Poletti, for two million dollars. It says collateral business, and then in the repayment line, it simply says paid in full and the initials DP and EM.”

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

She noticed that he only went for work on the second day of their marriage and rest of the days he had worked in the office with his men on his beck and call. She was horrified when she came to knew that the new on the television of Gold stolen was the his husband doing. She knew her husband was no saint man. She read about him on the internet. The man was the leader of the California most dangerous mafia organisation “Scorpio” He is not to be messed with. He hates disobedience and disrespect. In his country, he holds control. He is called a beast. He kills without remorse. He is Alessandro Emilio, the greatest mafia lord of California's most powerful and dangerous group, SCORPIO.