Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

“Come on, Evan… My virtue is on the line. Devin’s fortune will double if you don’t get Cali pregnant ‘before’ the wedding.” I shook my head in resignation, “you don’t even have a virtue!” Klaus glared. I glared back. How can they make a bet when I’m on the brink of losing my shit! Why am I cursed with friends like Devin and Klaus? “HE’S ZAKHAROV’S BASTARD!!!” Egor’s voice snapped both of us from our trance. The poor blooded man sobbed, begging for mercy. “Please… let me die.” “Dolce paradiso,” Klaus mumbled, disbelief and wonder washed over his face. “I’m in love.”

"My name is Wade and I'm a rogue werewolf. A rogue werewolf is a werewolf without a pack, and a rogue werewolf roams around alone and is considered to be a wild and unpredictable wolf. That is all very true because wolves are created in such a way that we are all bound to each other and in that way we create a pack. Wolves aren't meant to be independent because we depend on others around us for our strength. I won't go into detail about why I'm a rogue because it's something I'll only share with my baby when she asks me but a wolf is never a rogue by choice. When that bond of love is broken between a wolf and his pack, it drives the wolf and the man within the wolf mad." "No pack will take i

The roar of the engine was a steady drum in the dark as Axel’s convoy carved through the wet, neon-lit streets of Vegas. Rain lashed at the windshield, blurring the city into smeared colors that flickered in the night. The chaos of the Strip felt miles away, replaced by the sharp, biting cold of the industrial district—the forgotten edges of a city that never truly slept. Axel’s grip tightened on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, but the sting of the cold leather was nothing compared to the fire in his gut. Tonight, they hunted. Slade.

"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."

"Thank you, but I don't want to talk about it now, if you don't mind." She nodded. "I hope you can sort it out." I hummed, not sure if he would want to. "Do you mind if I go with you to the ball?" "Of course not; come on, let's go. Johnny and Ciro will drive there themselves." We talked about the mafia and the Gravanos. I found out that they hadn't always been the number one mafia in the world until Johnny took over at a young age and became the capo. Mr. Gravano had always been abusive, but since little Viona passed away, he became more abusive and even started helping their opponents. Something sounded off about how Viona passed away, but I decided to keep quiet.

North had gotten a call from Nicholas just now while she had been upstairs. Nicholas said that Pete had come to Peacevale and wanted to have a meal with her. North was very excited as she waited outside the mall. Not long afterward, someone with an otherworldly presence showed up in her line of sight. He was walking over with Nicholas next to him. North excitedly jogged over. “Uncle Pete!” Pete was in his early forties. Though there were signs of age on his face, he carried himself with an easy confidence. He also had an innate pride that spoke of someone cultured. When he saw North coming, he nodded languidly. “Always so impetuous.”

The knives in my purse press against me as I wait. This is my first job in a while, and I feel a bit nervous. Arwyn never backs down from a task, especially when there's a lot to gain. Money is involved because I'm working for Pete Delitroy, one of the notorious outlaws in Vakythia. Although Pete claims to be good, he tore down a building that belonged to a psalter and built a club. He takes from rich merchants who steal from the poor and builds orphanages with secret rooms for his stolen coins. Pete is called an outlaw because he doesn't follow the law, and the king wants him for stealing from the royal treasury countless times.

Pete said as he walked towards Jess. "So you think because I slept with you, I sleep with every man I spent time with? " Jess asked. “I’m not a cheating bastard like you.” "Who knows if you were even a virgin? Maybe you set it up to fool me. I have to give you a standing ovation. I would never have pictured you as a common hoe. I guess they come in all shapes and sizes," Pete said, clapping his hands slowly.

“Wonder why your brother needs to recruit so many people… maybe he has another company.” Pete looked left and right, then leaned forward and lowered his voice “No. He is planning something big. We are actually not from U country. We are from A country, but my father was unjustly punished and insulted. My brother will avenge my father and we will take back everything that belongs to us and more.” Pete eyes sparkled with greed. It was not that Pete was trusting and innocent nor was he a loose cannon. This was the effect of TS215. “Really? That is exciting. Do you know what he’s planning? Can I join?”

Bending down, I picked up what appeared to be the remains of a driver’s license. Much of the license had been melted by the flames, but two parts had fortunately survived: the name and picture. I smiled to myself as I identified the owner of the license. Pete Vanderbilt. “Andrew,” I called out, “I think I’ve found something.” Andrew and I knocked on the door to Nikolas’s former residence. Pete opened the door, a snarl on his face. “What do you two want?” he asked. “Can we talk for a minute?” Andrew asked. “Inside?”