Dematteis Novels & Stories

"Sir, I got the results. There is indeed a Dante De Santis in Italy. Would you like to take a look?" Matthias grunted, so Hamilton stepped forward and showed him the computer. Images of Dante were all over the screen. There Dante stood, at award ceremonies and high-end social parties. "I'll take over from here," Matthias said, taking the laptop from him. Hamilton gave him a questioning look but turned and left. Once alone in the ward, Matthias looked through the photos. Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony.

"Then, if it's not me, and it's not Dorek, who are you in love with?" "With Adriano Colombo, that man, he's truly worthwhile in every sense. He's the best, the one I've enjoyed the most." Matteo's face transformed into a mask of anger, and if she hadn't been trying to trick him and wound his ego, she would have burst out laughing in his face seeing his expression, for she found it amusing to repeat the same words she told Dorek, after all, he supposed she didn't know about his intentional double personality, created especially to deceive her.

It was his handiwork. Matteo.

My Mate **

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

We make our way to the door and if Matteo wasn’t holding my hand tightly I want to bet I would combust. Matteo leads me to a table, and in front of me is not some sleazy old man but a gentle man. Everything about him is sleek and dangerous. His grey eyes are cold and calculating. He is leaning back on his chair a cigarette lit and between his fingers. If I could explain him in three simple words it will be, handsome, cold and dangerous. “Matteo.” He says and takes a puff of his cigarette. No one tells him not to, no one dares.

Grandfather Domenico and Matteo our Head of Intelligence for the Ricchezza Network was already waiting. ”Matteo works closely with me and Domenico, often handling surveillance, data decryption, and field analysis, especially anything tied to Tariq, the red flower, and black-market tech.” I whispered to Valentina ”I know you two have met but maybe not been formally introduced.” She nodded at what I said. Matteo stood, his sharp eyes flicking to Valentina as we entered. “Mrs. Ricchezza,” he said with a respectful nod. “Good to finally meet under less…explosive circumstances.”

Matteo had resurfaced, and he hadn’t crawled out of hiding for nothing. Dante swiped through to the latest intel. A freeze-frame showed Matteo two nights ago in Berlin—still lean, more scarred, the same slow-burning stare. He was meeting with a name Dante recognized from old Interpol files. A contact in Prague. Then another photo—this one more recent. London. The same trench coat, but now with someone beside him. A fixer. Someone dangerous enough to not care who Moretti was. “Idiot,” Dante muttered under his breath. “You should’ve stayed dead.”

27 ADRIAN “You know that Jasmine would have been the perfect woman for the fucking job,” Matteo went on. “Men like Enzo Ferrari… They think with their fucking cocks. He exploits women all the time, exploits little girls, little fucking children, the sadistic, misogynistic motherfucker. She was the only way to get inside his bedroom scot-free. The only person who would have been able to retrieve that motherfucking bastard chip.” I heaved my chest, knowing that he was right…

Moving nearer the door, I said, “You seem to know me.” “Silly child! You belong here just as much as Black Gem is your home. For a long time, I contemplated whether you’d return. I am Alpha Atticus, the former Alpha of the Yellow Gem. My son, the present Alpha is away on business, so I am here to receive you and help you settle down.” Alpha Atticus explains and I am shocked by the warm welcome. I wondered if he was my father’s friend or simply scanned my face and ID as soon as I neared his territory.