Pietro Polendina Novels & Stories

“Dear Marco: If anything happens to me, I want you to know that Dante had nothing to do with it. He tried to protect me. It was Salvatore. It was always Salvatore. But there's someone else. Someone who was there. Someone who saw everything. His name is Pietro. He's the doorman at the warehouse. If you ask him, he'll tell you the truth. Take care. Sofia” Pietro read Elena's letter. The doorman. Where is he now? Antonio asked. I don't know. But if he's alive, he could be the key. The Search Days passed searching for Pietro. He wasn't in Rome. He wasn't in Italy. He had fled after Sofia's death, scared, probably bribed. But Carla found a lead. A man with that name lived in Argentina, in a small

I could see it in the way he kept glancing at my face, like he was checking that I was still here. “And his name?” he asked quietly. “Which did you choose eventually?” I looked down at the tiny boy in my arms. The two of us have been talking about names for months, but Marcel had shocked me when he told me that I got the final call a while before I gave birth. I thought of everything that had happened. The pride. The blood. The cost of ego. The mistakes of fathers. “Leonardo,” I said softly. “I think that it would suit him well. A strong name, and it would be one that carries his strength as a leader.”

Giovanni asked, shaking his head in question. “I want that pendant, and I want us to be freed of the bullshit that Cosimo is going to be throwing at us. The woman might have hidden the crest in her family’s pack for all I cared, and I am going to be sure to get it. However, I am also going to take advantage of doing the one thing that my father couldn’t do.” I said, and he shook his head in question. “He might have been friends with the Auditore, maybe now, but I doubt that it was when he was associated with the Sforza. And even if that was the case, I am going to need them on MY side rather than his.”

Valerie: I frowned as the pilot walked out of the cockpit again, calling for Dante. He shook his head in question, knowing that there was no point in actually him saying anything inside that room alone. All the wolves could hear him anyway, and if it was about me, he knew that being a huntress, though not as strong as theirs, my hearing was sensitive enough to pick up what they said inside that room. “We were given permission to land,” he said, and Dante raised an eyebrow just as Alessandro’s phone rang. “Cartel Donatello delivers his salutations to Mr. Alessandro.”

The Italian Branch of the syndicate is managed by Vito Gigante. I slid over to the rules and rituals part. The family is particular about rules and traditions. The code of silence, Omerta, is considered over honor and pride. The black rose on the shoulder blade of the men, and the wrist of the women, denotes involvement in the family. I sighed, and slid over to the page that described Mariano. They had clicked a nice picture, no doubt. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera is the acting boss 'Don' of the Rivera Crime Family. He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America.

“And give her what she needs to feed herself and children.” “You do realize that the merchant is going to tell everyone that a high-ranked wolf bought half his stock, right?” Marcel asked as the two of us walked out. “let him do that.” I said calmly. “I want the food that is within the Petrova territory to reach the people who need them. I don’t care what it would take, pretend that they’re not coming from out grounds, but these people are going to be dying for choices that could have been made for them… and their children shouldn’t suffer because of it.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.