Dematteis Novels & Stories

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

The older woman stops and turns to him, her expression inscrutable. She will not admit it loudly, but these rejections bruise her ego. She is a hot woman, yet she couldn't make one woman fall for her, and even her mate rejects her for another woman. “One more thing.” Nate closed the distance between them. “What?” The deputy looks at Nate curiously. Has he come back to his senses? “I, Nate Robert, reject you, Deputy Lone, as my mate.” He remembered he hadn't said the words and knew he needed to say them. It will prove to Meredith that he is serious.

All of a sudden she spun around and enquired sternly, "Who are you?" I smiled as I got on my feet. "My name is Jason Dutton, I am a 25 year old chess player and a criminal master mind. Chess is the game plan. I play in the tournament, using the plan I will be using during my next heist. If I win I use it, if I lose I change it.

Chapter 9 Angelo Matteo Massa is a; sneaky son of a very respectable man and woman, who dont know what creature of the devil they bore . He has to date slept with all of my girlfriend's and was also part and parcel of my relationships ending up like the Titanic. Not this time.

They struck up a conversation while I looked at the black haired one intently, my goal was to make him squirm. He fidgeted uncomfortably,“So-” "Not interested.” I cut him off, a bored look on my face. But then I thought of Caelum and how this would piss him off, I smiled wickedly. Leaning forward, I asked in a faux curious tone, “what's your name?" He visibly perked up “Matteo." “Well, Matteo, why don't you give me your number and we’ll set up something.” I winked at him flirtatiously. He eagerly nodded, his eyes fixed on my cleavage.

“Do you know how many times I saved this company while you were busy grieving?” Damon laughed once. A dark, disbelieving sound. “Saved?” “Yes.” “You hollowed it out.” “I stabilized it.” “You murdered for it.” Matteo’s gaze sharpened. “I preserved it.” Damon stared at him. And for the first time in years, he saw Matteo clearly. Not as polished. Not as loyal. Not as brilliant. But sick. Controlled, elegant, deeply sick. And somehow that was worse. Because monsters who shouted were easy to identify.

He cleared his throat and looked away. Israel forehead creased as he studied the paper with such an intensity that I now think was his way and nodded once. Twice. “I see. Well played, Roman.” He smiled at my father. It was the kind of smile that your brain instantly remits as danger. His full white teeth was on display. Silver beard_keith_started to speak again but Israel shut him up with a raised palm, “it doesn't matter anyway. They're all the same.” I should be disgusted that he was so objective about my person but I was too stunned.

Elias slipped away to the bookstand near the registers, running his hands over spines like they were rare jewels. That was when I saw him again. The man. At the window, across the street. The cigarette was gone, but the eyes were the same. “Matteo,” I murmured, low. “We’re not alone.” His hands didn’t stop moving, didn’t tighten, didn’t betray anything to the cameras I knew were watching. That was Matteo’s strength,control so perfect it looked casual. “How many?” he asked under his breath. “One. For now.”

Something about Natalia tugged at him, a sense of familiarity he couldn't place. Like déjà vu, or a half-remembered dream.Matteo had briefed him on her background after the party. Matteo De Santis, his right hand and most trusted lieutenant since childhood, who had stood by him through war and peace with rival families, through Alina's death and its aftermath.

a satisfied smile appears on Ragnar's face. "I will propose that business to him later tonight," Maite informs. "I have been following him without him realizing and I already discovered the place where he conducts his dishonorable activities for his Alpha status. I will make our encounter seem like a coincidence and take the opportunity to invite him." "Move carefully, Maite. I don't want any loose ends that link me or Katrina to anything. I would also hate for something to happen to you because of me." "You know me, Alpha. You know this is my art," Maite laughs. "Jarl Fenrisson is going to fall."