Vegas Pete Novels & Stories

Pete says as he smile when he sees the young woman that attracts his attention just now . " Add , Shane , Vernon , I have to go now . I have a meeting with that old man Ren tomorrow. I need to prepare the paperworks tonight . " He says as he walks with his assistant to the stall's entrance and he take a step backward to give his cards name to Delisha . " Boys , if you need helps , call me ." He gives his name cards to the boys too and he walks without looking back again . " Peterson Bing , wow , the magnificent Pete in the IT business world . He is one of Master Moo righ hand man . People said he never lost in the fight of getting a contract ."Mark looks excited when he got the card .

he said indicating the building behind him by jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “How are you going to do that?” asked Harris sceptically. “That’s my problem. I will call you when we are on our way, be ready.” finished Pete. Harris watched wide eyed as Pete picked up the bags as if they weighed nothing and put them in the boot of his car. “When you see him, don’t underestimate him, he may look old but he’s a killer.” said Pete. Without another word he turned away from Harris, climbed into his car and drove back up the ramp and within thirty seconds he had disappeared from Harris’s view.

It only took about 10 minutes to get rid of what seemed like 50 vampires. When it was all over and down the movie screen started to glow a brilliant yellow and then there was a picture of Pete on the screen and it looked like he was staring right at the wolves. “Very smart Glory realizing that they were all convicts and that this whole thing was a ploy. Tell me when did you figure it out.” Glory looked at him and smiled. “When Eddie told us where the hideout was, let me guess you were planning that vampires would take us out. If they didn't that was no big loss to you because your real army was hidden and they didn't know anything about it was right.?” Pete nodded and smiled “You are a smart

“Oh, it’s nothing! I saw him standing on the street, looking for a cab, and I thought I’d give him a lift. But I needed to grab something from this restaurant first, so he tagged along. That’s all.” Before Trent could respond, Pete approached us, bowing his head respectfully. “Good morning, sir,” he said, his voice steady but his posture tense. Trent’s gaze shifted to Pete, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “What are you doing here, Pete?” Pete answered quickly, as if rehearsed. “I was looking for a ride to get some medicine for my mother. That’s when I ran into Miss Yvonne, and she kindly offered to help.” Trent seemed to consider his words for a moment before nodding, his expression soften

He is looking at me but I can barely see his eyes because they are swollen shut from the beating he got from the other party. His face is swollen and reddish in most areas, Pete looks like he has been run over by a truck. Dry blood traces all over his cotton top and his hair looks like a child took scissors to it. We are standing in the parking lot of the Las Vegas police prescient waiting for my lawyer, the whole place stinks of piss and burning rubber, looking around we are surrounded by patrol cars and cops roaming around, attending to their various duties which I am supposed to be doing too but here I am.

Blair walked to him, smiling when Mojo's eyes fixed on the blonde beauty as he chuckled. "You never fail to amaze me..." he hugged her when she answered, "When are we going to meet the girl of yours?" "Girl or girls?" both Giovanni and Mojo laughed hysterically. "Won't you introduce me, my child?" Pete came speaking a cheeky way when Giovanni introduced, "Pete, this is Mojo... Mojo, this is our godfather." "Pete, he is a drug dealer," Giovanni said and Pete raised both of his brows unaware. "Nice to meet you, sir," Mojo shook hands with the old man.

I had never heard Jack sound like that before. There was something close to begging in his voice. Still, it didn't change anything. I just laughed softly. "Mr. Davenport, I can't help you. I'm on vacation, and I'm enjoying myself. I'm not coming back." Jack's composure cracked. "Annie, are you doing this on purpose? A day or two of vacation is one thing, but you've been gone for ages. You never used to be like this.

I yanked him outside, growling, "Antonio Rivera! Do you not understand everything that I said to you?" A flicker of hurt crossed his eyes. "I just want to win my wife back," he said, pulling out a small box from his jacket. "I'm sure you're going to love this." Instead of taking it, I asked, "It's the Celestial watch from Patek Philippe, right?" His eyes lit up. "How did you know? I knew you'd love it!" Scoffing, I retorted, "Because Elena posted about it on her Instagram."

The soft purr of the engine echoed through the quiet street as Raphael’s sleek car glided down the road. Martha sat beside him, her gaze distant, reflecting on the conversation with Alessia and the strange dream from the night before. Raphael, as usual, didn’t utter a word unless necessary. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was commanding, like he owned the quiet. When they arrived at the grand event venue, the luxurious marble columns and ambient lighting screamed prestige. Raphael stepped out first, offered her his hand, and without waiting for her permission, led her in.