Thomas Petrou Novels & Stories

“You’re the reason we’ve been able to keep the peace. You’re a true leader.” Donovan smiled, basking in their praise, feeling the camaraderie that bound them together. “I appreciate all of you. It’s not just about me; it’s about all of us. Together, we’re stronger.” As he watched the video of the inciter’s failed attempt to rally the factions against him, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, he had established a network of loyal allies, ensuring that his reign would not be easily threatened.

I called them the Sinister Six. Jason Stokes was the leader. Tall, good-looking, green eyes, messy black hair. He treated everyone like trash unless you were attractive enough to matter. He had a scar on his shoulder from a party fight—at least that was the story. The story changed every time, so maybe he just cut himself making a sandwich. Either way, intelligence wasn’t his strength.

I mumbled. “I know.” He admitted. “But things are changing slowly. One of my main responsibilities is to hold the family together, and for many people that means keeping the traditional rules. If I overturned everything all of a sudden, they would want to remove me. And I am a Rivera, only Riveras can be the Don.” “It’s not like you’re very progressive yourself.” I commented. “I’m learning, Bella.” "Who are you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Mariano Lionelli Montefiore Rivera. Google it, Bella." He said without blinking.