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Moretti Messenger

Author: Yukiwrites
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 20:11:42

Rosa POV

I never got the chance to confront Mateo.

The Moretti clan made their own move first, and they didn't send him. They sent someone else, someone I had never seen before, and she found me outside the university library at four o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon when the sun was low and the shadows were long and I was thinking about nothing more complicated than whether I wanted Thai or pizza for dinner.

She was elegant in the way that money and age and confidence made people elegant, not fla
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  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Meeting Mateo

    Rosa POVRaffaele arranged it for the next evening, a quiet café on the edge of the city that his people owned, somewhere neutral and controlled with two exits and sightlines he could manage. He told me he would be close but not in the room and I told him I didn't want him in the room, I needed to do this alone, and he looked at me for a long moment and then he nodded and I saw something in his face that might have been pride or might have been fear or might have been both.Mateo was already there when I arrived, sitting at a table near the back with a cup of coffee in front of him that he wasn't drinking. He looked up when I walked in and his face did something complicated, something that wasn't quite guilt and wasn't quite relief and wasn't quite anything except tired and scared and maybe, underneath all of that, a little bit glad to see me.I sat down across from him and I didn't order anything and I didn't take my jacket off because I wasn't planning to stay long."Rosa," he said,

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Moretti Messenger

    Rosa POVI never got the chance to confront Mateo.The Moretti clan made their own move first, and they didn't send him. They sent someone else, someone I had never seen before, and she found me outside the university library at four o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon when the sun was low and the shadows were long and I was thinking about nothing more complicated than whether I wanted Thai or pizza for dinner.She was elegant in the way that money and age and confidence made people elegant, not flashy but deliberate, everything about her chosen with care. Her coat was dark and her hair was dark and her eyes were dark and she looked at me the way you look at something you have already decided belongs to you. She was standing by the bike rack, which was a strange place for someone like her to be standing, and she smiled when I walked past and said my name like she had known me for years."Rosa," she said, and I stopped walking because the way she said it was not a question. She already knew

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Rosa's Fury

    Rosa POVI didn't cry.That was the thing I kept coming back to, the thing that felt like a small victory in the middle of everything else. I didn't cry when he told me about Mateo's sealed record and I didn't cry when he told me about the drink spiking and I didn't cry when I walked out of his office and closed the door behind me. I didn't cry because crying wouldn't do anything and crying wouldn't change anything and crying wouldn't make me feel better. But I needed to do something. I needed to move. I needed to hit something until my body was too tired to feel what my chest was feeling.I went to the private gym and I didn't bother with wraps because I wanted to feel my knuckles against the bag, I wanted the sting of it, I wanted something physical to match the thing that was happening inside me. I started hitting and I didn't stop.Left, right, left, hook. The bag swung and I hit it again. I wasn't thinking about technique or footwork or any of the things Raffaele had been drillin

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Telling Her Everything

    Raffaele's POVShe was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with her laptop open and a mug of tea beside her. She looked up when I walked in and her face did that thing it always did when she saw me, that small shift in her expression, that softening around her eyes that she probably didn't know happened."You look like someone died," she said."Can you come to my office?"She closed her laptop and stood up and followed me without asking why. That was new. A few weeks ago she would have demanded an explanation before she moved an inch. Now she just followed me because I had asked and because she trusted me.I sat down behind my desk and she sat down across from me in the chair she had claimed as hers, the one she always sat in when she was in here with me. I picked up the folder and set it on the desk between us."Klaus brought me the full report on Mateo this morning."She went still. Not scared. Just still. The way she did when she was bracing herself for something."I need to tell

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Klaus Report

    Raffaele POVThe report came in at nine in the morning.Klaus handed it to me in person, which meant it was important enough not to send through email or text. He stood in my office with his hands behind his back and his face neutral and he waited while I opened the folder and started reading.Mateo Moretti. Born under a sealed record in a hospital that no longer existed, the kind of hospital that catered to people who needed to disappear or be born or die without anyone asking questions. The name was changed legally when he was fourteen, a clean transition from Moretti to Reyes, from the name that marked him to the name that hid him. The mother was a Moretti cousin, the father unknown, and the boy had been raised inside the family's shadow until he was old enough to be useful.He had been placed at the university eighteen months ago on a long-term intelligence assignment from the Moretti head himself. The goal was to get close to students who might be useful, to build relationships t

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    After

    Rosa POVThe elevator doors opened and I walked into the penthouse with the medal still around my neck and my bag still on my shoulder and the adrenaline from the fight still buzzing under my skin. It hadn't come down during the car ride, it had just shifted into something else, something warmer and sharper and more alive, and it had nowhere to go except into him.He was right behind me. I heard the door close and I heard him drop his keys on the table and I turned around and kissed him before my bag hit the floor.He caught me, his hands on my waist, and he kissed me back like he had been waiting for this all night, which he had, because I had seen him in the crowd and I had seen his face when I won and I knew exactly what he had been holding back.He walked me backward down the hall without breaking the kiss and I let him because I didn't want to stop and I didn't want to talk and I didn't want to do anything except feel his hands on my body and his mouth on my mouth and the last of

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Embarrassment Level: Catastrophic

    Rosa’s POVI woke up slowly, light leaked through heavy curtains in thin gold stripes across the bed. My mouth tasted like metal and regret.My head throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I tried to sit up and the room tilted so hard I had to grab the sheets to stay upright.That’s when I noticed Kyli

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    One Love, One Devil

    Raffaele’s POV The penthouse felt different up here, away from the girls downstairs. Luca’s space was all sleek lines and dark wood, a mirror of our family’s world, but with Kylie’s touches scattered around: a soft throw blanket on the couch, fresh flowers on the bar cart. It made the place fee

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Caught

    Rosa’s POVThe second I realized he’d seen me flip the photo my face caught fire all over again. I stood there frozen in his office doorway, robe slipping off one shoulder, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it. I’d been caught red-handed snooping through his things, touching something

  • He Wants Me Dead Or Alive    Fever

    Raffaele’s POVThe doctor stepped back from the bed, peeling off his gloves with that calm practiced snap that always made me want to punch something. “Her drink was spiked,” he said, voice level like he was reading a weather report. “Rohypnol most likely, judging by the symptoms and the timeline.

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