Pietro Wanda Novels & Stories

"I won't, Mary." Wandy quickly responded with a rattled voice. Wanda had a seriously ill mother. They were immigrants from Mexico. Therefore work was very rare. Wandy did not want to be fired from this job because the monthly salary was just enough to make ends meet. It was good money working here but because Wandy had a lot of response for her mother, the rent, the food and bills. She was sure to keep secrets for Wandy. The woman was a witch and evil but she had a connection to the big boss as the rumor said. "Very well. If Stella called to see you, then confirmed as I told you. If you caused me into trouble. You can prepare to lose your job ... go away now! "

Wanda asked? The hostility she had shown me earlier was gone. Perhaps I could get them to be on my side? They are in this for the money, weren’t they? “What does he plan to do with me?” I forced out. Both of them turned to look at each other, as if communicating with their eyes. “Tell her, what do I care?” Cosmo shrugged like none of it was his business. Wanda sighed. “He is going to take you to his brothel in Italy and use you as a sex worker.”

"God. I hate to admit it, but you're completely right. From a long-term operational standpoint, the logic holds up. But—" Her voice suddenly spiked. She snapped her hand out of her hair, her fingers clenching into a tight fist at her side. "Emotionally, I absolutely loathe Wanda. And the intel makes it clear she is no innocent victim. Throwing her out is the cheapest way out of this mess, isn't it? Adelaide, doesn't your wolf think she's disgusting?" "Without a doubt," Adelaide agreed, nodding. "Incredibly toxic." "Then there you go!" Paisley's wolf let out a muffled growl.

His voice though respectful carried urgency buried deeply beneath it…Mr Pietro had served the Casa Ndrangheta for decades and he had watched blood spill across territories and have seen betrayals rise and fall like tides and he has also witnessed boys grow into monsters because of the cruel expectations of power. But even for him… this was excessive as he immediately stepped forward again, bowing slightly. “Madame Bianca… they are still young” he said pleading. Lorenzo, who remained kneeling on the floor clutching his injured hand tightly, felt his heart pound violently against his chest as sweat gathered around his forehead despite the cold atmosphere of the hall.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

I couldn’t shift because I was stuck. Alpha Leonardo didn’t protest. He shifted into his human form, standing bare before everyone. The blood of the men he has killed dripped through his body. Raising his hands in surrender, “Now, let go of her, Vogar.” His eyes narrowed. Even in his human form, he still looked like a predator. “Funny how you trust me, Brother.” Vogar squeezed my neck hard. “She is not worthy of a man like you. She has to….” His body suddenly vibrated behind me as he groaned in pain.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

“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 mused. “That's actually more than just a little probable,” Pietro confirmed. “I even have a theory on who she truly was.” He snickered, inching back again. “There was this case where a wealthy Italian family died in a car accident. There was a rumor that a young heiress survived. As I recall, their last name was something like Ve—” A swishing sound cut off his words, and we both pulled out our guns. Pietro's eyes widened, then turned lifeless. A heartbeat later, he fell face-first to the ground, revealing a hole in a windowsill and a much larger one in the back of his head.

“Very well, then. Now that we’ve established the fact that this girl means a lot to you, let me tell you that she is not worth the pain that you’re putting up with. After all, she is the daughter of Pietro Williams, his blood runs through her veins. He is a great businessman, why? Because of his skill at orchestrating people with his words, and his ruthless nature. It’s only obvious that the daughter will follow in her father’s footsteps.” “Alessandro, she is going to betray you one way or another, the infamous Pietro Williams is popular for his betrayals. She is not worth the ten years that you’ve put your life into to find Amos’s killer. The night your father died, I was right here, and so