Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

Throwing my head back, the smile that tugged at the side of my lips turned into a full smile as Yvette also started going crazy on my cock. “I have a really good idea,” I groaned as my hand fisted into Yvette’s hair even though my eyes were fixed on the man in front of me. “You want to live, don’t you?” I questioned and watched as his eyes widened in fear and shock, “I have pretty much all the information I need so I’m going to spare your life.” I grinned but that seemed to scare him even more. It was true, he was never really my target. I wanted his boss and from the capo he works for, he was the number three, that didn’t make him a bad target though.

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”

Pete remarked “Hey, Pete, you’re on loudspeaker, so I could hear you too.” “Oh, I know. I intended for you to hear that.” Maya thought it was kind of funny to see the two of them argue so childishly. Pete has always been serious and business-minded. It was the first time Maya heard him sound so immature. Pete continued, “Anyways, Maya, as much as I’m annoyed and mad at Pedro, he’s telling you the truth. I could not leave the USA immediately to fetch you as planned. Pedro’s completely unreliable and cannot be trusted around a lady like you, but he’s a good guy. He’s not someone you should be scared of.” He coughed and cleared his throat as he continued, “He’s not dangerous- that is, of course

Because Pete's legs were broken, their father fell ill under the grief and strain and then had to leave all of Alpha's affairs in Daniel's hands. Later, after their father died of illness and Daniel married Cynthia, he officially became the Alpha of the Rosebud pack. If we go by the time of the previous life, Pete would have suffered a rogues attack half a month later. But Cynthia vaguely felt that now was not the time to relax. "Eva, please help me ask where Pete went today?" "Yes." Ten minutes later, Eva returned to report, "Ma'am, Mr. Pete followed Alpha to the charity auction this morning. He's not expected back until the evening.

Pete’s face clearly showed his concern for his boss. “But you have to understand, that what happened today wasn’t your fault,” Pete knew that Adam was blaming himself and he knew that they couldn’t have done anything more because they never saw it coming. Nobody knew what that bastard was planning, they weren’t even aware of the fact that Ivan was after Mariah and not Adam. Even though Pete was afraid of Adam, he witnessed the reason why Adam was famous for being the most dangerous mafia boss but Pete also knew that he was a man in love who was trying to protect his love. A hero would sacrifice his love to save the world, but a villain would burn the world just to save his love.

Author’s POV “What the fuck happened with you?” Max asked Pete Silverstone , seeing him with a blue eye. “Nothing , alpha!” Pete said ,not looking in his eyes. "I met a rogue in the forest and took me by surprise, but I finished him in no time.” “That doesn’t look like a rogue punch, Pete! Since when do the rogues punch us in the eye?” “It looks like you never should say never, alpha, or you will wake up with a blue eye in the middle of the forest.” Pete starts to laugh but Max just gives him an serious look.

Jake Pete’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife dragged slow across glass. “Before we demolish you mutts,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, “everyone’s gonna see what happens when someone thinks they can mess with me.” My jaw tightens, and my hands curl into fists without thinking. I feel the shift in the wolves behind me too. They’re listening. Watching. Waiting. Pete stands there, smug and takes a step forward. “Isaac,” he says, voice dipped in venom. “My once-loyal man. Or at least, that’s what I thought.”

"We came hunting for an old fox and found a lion instead, boys." "Who are you?" I asked flatly. "Pete Bonsignore," he said, his grin widening as he stomped out a cigarette. "All the way from the slums, just to see ya." He stepped forward, smug confidence radiating off of him. At least he had more balls than Eli to show his face. "You came all the way from the ghetto to lay claim on a high school kid? That was dumb," I said, scanning the men behind him.

His gaze lingered for a moment, soft and appreciative. “Ready?” “As we’ll ever be,” I said, reaching for little Ivan’s hand. ********* Pete’s house was everything I expected and more— modern, elegant, and warm. The lights glowed softly through the wide windows, and the scent of roasted chicken and herbs drifted out as soon as the door opened. “Look who finally made it!” Pete’s booming voice filled the entryway. His grin was wide, and his hug nearly crushed Ivan. “The great Ivan Clarkson, stepping away from business for once.”

"I-I-I did know it! I didn't try stopping Ella because I thought I could get away with both the money and the goods!" "I'm disappointed, Pete. I came to the Philippines because you requested for me to do the deal." "I'm sorry! Forgive me!" crying disgustingly Pete knew his life was about to end. Danil was about to beat him when Vanluke signaled for him to stop. "Although I'm feeling generous." Pete's hopes were up. Shaking terribly. "I won't kill any of you tonight. If it isn't because of your damn selfishness I wouldn't have met the future lady of my house."