Pietro Polendina Novels & Stories

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Even I was caught off guard by the news. The fact that Vladimir Perazzo, the infamous devil of Venice and leader of the Perazzo family, had fallen for a member of the Galante family—twice— was a shock to everyone. The two families had been bitter enemies for decades, and no one could have predicted that they would ever be connected in such a way.

He continued, “Am I wrong? This land actually belongs to Giovani Beneli, and you are just a watchdog.” On the way here, Kaze had received Pietro’s background information on his phone. Pietro was working for Giovani, and Giovani once served under Draco. Pietro was infuriated by the disrespect, but he forcefully suppressed the anger. His brows furrowed as he asked, “You know my boss?” “I don’t,” Kaze said. He did not need to know someone who served under his men. “No? Are you fucking with me?!” Pietro bellowed as his expression turned vicious.

“My marriage to him is no secret to any of you. I need to know.” Vivian’s eyes flickered with something—was it pity? Her lips pressed together tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Mr. Giordano doesn’t share much, not even with people who have known him for years,” she said carefully. “He’s always been… private.” I scoffed softly. Private. That was an understatement. “So, there’s nothing more to him? Has he always been like this—cold?” She paused, then shook her head. “My mom has worked with him for ten years now, and I always visited. He wasn’t all smiley, but Mr. Giordano was the sweetest man. He was carefree.”

Pietro finally started after the conditions has finally been laid out between them. Lucrezia blinked in disbelief at the first secret that came out of Pietro’s mouth. Lucrezia had known Pietro since they were kids, and now he is telling her that Pietro wasn’t his name? “My name was actually Andrei Cavalieri. I wasn’t born Carusso,” Pietro dropped his greatest secret leaving Lucrezia stupefied. Many Years Ago…. “Andrei! Andrei! You piece of shit!” Pietro who was only five years old, back when he was still identified as Andrei Cavalieri and not Pietro Carusso, rushed to his drunken father’s side when he heard his drunken voice shouting his name.

Mr Giovanni asked Mr Pietro. “Don Giovanni truth is, that exactly is what I am hitting at and yes i was there when it happened but sir……it seems you have forgotten that you were twenty years old at the time and you were sent without a deadline even though you achieved so much within a year and half which granted you the title of the GRANDE LEONE DEL CLAN NDRANGHETA.” "So sir I beg of you that this is not the same case" Mr Pietro said with hands interlocked in a way that shows he is begging with his life.

he cussed “She knows what is good and she is following it, my path and my theory is what is good” “What if I decide to not work with you anymore? Maybe you’re right; I am indeed foolish for choosing family over work. I was dumb before for choosing you and your theories over my family and it ended in great loss for me b…..” Bernard cut him off “Loss? You mean Danica’s death? That wasn’t as a result of you choosing to leave your family; she was just collateral damage and i…..” Bernard suddenly paused and leaned back into the couch, what did he mean by collateral damage?

Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and his tattooed chest is exposed, so fucking hot. "Let's go get you some breakfast" He said and I slipped my panties and shorts back on, he stretched his hand out for mine, and as I started to walk, I stumbled a little, which obviously made him grin. "Zio zio!" Enzo yells, clinging onto Alessandro's legs as we enter the kitchen; Alessandro lifts him up and carries him with just one arm. (Italian Translation. Uncle)

An older version of the guy asked. " Giovanni Bianchi. Just the man we needed. Your son here was harassing my wife." Nikolai said. " I wasn't harassing the bitch-" " Speak about my wife like that again and see if you'll walk out of here in one piece. " Giovanni glared at his son and then offered Nikolai a tight smile. " He's sorry for what he has done. Aren't you, boy? " The young Bianchi frantically nodded. " You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? "