Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

Pete spared her a mocking gaze before walking out of the door and closing it after her. “I’m Mrs. Griffin, the rightful Mrs. Griffin!” she yelled, tossing her phone against the wall. *** The emergency van carrying Camila Pete sped past the hospital and was moving out of the city when suddenly a three black van blocked it. Pete's stomach dropped, in his line of work for more than ten years. He knew trouble was right outside. “Don't step out!” He ordered the driver. “Reverse the van and head back to the hospital.” “Yes sir,” the middle aged driver nodded.

Pete was waiting for us when we got to the cages. “I hope you are comfortable because you're going to be down here for a while, at least until I can trust you. You see, I know it was you and this girl right here with your friends watching us. I don't know how you got away from us so fast, but you won't get away now. Tell me what you know. When is he coming? How many will be with him? Why did you decide to leave? Did he put you up to this? Because if he did, I won't have any mercy on your soul, Pete. I'm going to destroy you. Tell me what I need to know before I change my mind and destroy you.” I could tell I scared him. Good, he needs to be scared. He came to my home to spy on me and my fami

Pete needed a +1 for his friend's wedding. He was a cute guy, and loaded, but he spent so much time working at his tech job that women didn't stick around long. Being one of my 18 masters these last few months was working out pretty well for him. When he got off work, around 9 or 10, if I wasn't already busy with one of the other masters, he would come by my place for a quick fuck before heading home. He never stayed over. A few times when he was working really late, he'd have an Uber take me to his building. He'd strip me and tie me to the futon in his office, then he'd alternate between pounding on the keyboard and pounding on me for a few hours. It was pretty hot.

Astral asked with furrowed brows when he saw Pete come in with a smile on his face. Pete had been asking him out for days and tried everything to impress him. Astral never took Pete seriously and he only answered the call this time for the sake of Trent. Pete said he had something nice to share. Astral was living nearby and since he did not have anything else to do, he decided to answer the call and find out what Pete was up to. Pete smiled and said, “I have something nice to share with you.” Clap! He clapped his hands. The Viper’s Den agents then escorted a beautiful woman into the living hall.

*** Westside Shipping Yard, Container 756. The container’s doors creaked as Pete slipped inside. Chad was already waiting. “Who the hell are you?” Chad demanded, dropping into a guarded stance. “Relax, Officer Lake.” Pete smirked, hands shoved in his pockets, strolling casually into the light. “Better now? Clear enough?” Chad froze when he saw his face. His expression hardened in shock. “You? What the hell are you doing in New York?” “I’m here for my own reasons, obviously.” Pete’s grin was smug, almost taunting.

Pete's mind, unclouded by complexities, clung to Andrea's words with a child's pure hope. He was told he would see his father upon their arrival in Vegas City, and this promise filled him with eager anticipation. Andrea, with a gentle grace, stooped to match Pete's small stature and softly tousled his hair, her voice imbued with tenderness, "You will see him when he gets back from work," she assured. At these words, Pete's face became a beacon of joy, his eyes shining with the light of excitement. The mansion's staff, ever attentive, promptly emerged to transport the luggage inside, their actions smooth and practiced.

He said. Although Reed was going to meet Marco, he had no intentions of begging Marco to let him go. He did not see why he should beg. in fact he wanted to be the one who made Marco beg. He was going to talk to him and find out if he really was going to fight with him to death. If Marco did not give him a good answer then you would go look for Marco's father. He did not believe that Peter would really let his son destroy all of his life's hard work

So, when they did finally head out on their rescue mission, they were a well-equipped party of six riding prime horseflesh with two spare horses being led along with them. One of the volunteers was a wiry, white haired man named Pete. Prior to the war, he’d worked as an animal trainer. Over the years, he’d hooked up with a circus, a zoo, and then, finally, an African rescue plantation. Because of his knowledge of and skill with animals, he often proved invaluable during the occasional encounter with a wild beast; especially those that were extinct on the surface.

Andy turned and nudged Oliver, who nudged Ashton, who shook his head and tapped me on the arm. “Mason, your pet’s talking to you." he remarked. I turned to look for her. I smiled a little, spotting her as she walked over. She had her rolled-up sleeping bag in her arms and wearing probably the least feminine outfit she could put together from my sister’s clothes. “Ain't his pet Ashton. So I suggest ya stop calling me that." Adder glared at Ashton walking up to me.

Mike said and gestured for the rest of his colleagues to pick Zach up. Mark hid behind his parents like a coward. He had also recognized Zach. He used to buy drugs from him often and he was also the reason he got addicted to gambling. “Are you going to kill him?” Evelyn’s uncle asked. “Not sure what the boss will do. We had wanted to have him arrested but we still don’t have his source so we want to try and get it out of him.” With those words, Mike carried Zach and left for the Capone’s club to meet Damian.