Mateo Santiago Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

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.

For the first time He had been able to tell someone over this dark secret that he was carrying around with him over the last 15 years. Nero is frozen, no emotions as it replays over and over in his head. His Mate’s Father is the reason he never got to meet his Baby sibling, the reason He had lost everything he had. His Family, his Home because of an unfortunate take of fate that left Alpha Raymond without his mate.

Unknown POV "I once served as one of Santiago's most trusted men, privy to his innermost secrets. But after defecting to Lorenzo's camp, I became Santiago's marked man. He wanted me dead, and I knew I had to keep moving to stay alive. I am Andro, the one who was regarded as a mad traitor for deflecting to Lorenzo's camp, who had no empire to call his own.

"If you need... anything. Protection. Answers. I'm here." His words hung heavy, laced with unspoken promises. Aurelia's pulse raced, her body betraying her with a rush of heat between her legs. She wanted to push him away, but the mate bond, unseen and unfelt by her, drew her closer. "Thanks," she whispered, meeting his gaze. In that moment, the fractures in her world felt a little less sharp, even as new tensions brewed.

Santiago was almost as evil as Lucifer. "No!" He whispered. "She's better off dead." "Oh don't worry, Mateo. You'll be dead long before she leaves." He said, pulling out a gun. "You really are an evil son of a bitch!" Mateo growled right before his head exploded across the wall.

Santiago clapped. Mateo pressed a button by the side of his top, "So you admit that you are Santiago De León." Mateo asked. "Yes I am, I am Santiago De León." Santiago smiled while answering the question. "And you are a drug lord who has been causing this country more harm than good." Mateo continued.

Ken felt so happy to hold his mate after a long time waiting. Mew on the other hand in his pack house sitting beside the mother of his kids and his lovely mate Filo, by holding her hand. Healers said she was in this state because of too much exhaustion. Still, Mew can't believe that his mate is here with him flesh, blood, and alive. Flin and Sam came back yesterday, they were too here with him waiting for Filo to open her eyes. The strong rotten smell from his mate making obvious that she was still in the spell of black people. So he was so worried about what will happen when she opens his eyes.

He's worried, I can see it in his delicate expression when he looks at me. For a moment I forget everything about this morning and how I promised to get away from him. Just for an instant. “I'll be fine. "I regain my composure." Matt is on the cell phone with someone. It seems to argue. Talk fast, I don't understand shit what he's saying. "Find it and let me know." Do not touch fins that I arrived. His voice is a growl. "He's Catalan," Santiago informs me, seeing the confusion on my face. He had not seen Matías worried about someone other than himself for a long time.

"I know you all have bottles waiting on your decks, so let’s get to it. In third place..." I looked at Santiago. He wasn't looking at the stage; he was looking at his brother. His face was open, radiant with a pride that didn't fit a Don. He loved these people. It was his only weakness. Ivy, Mateo, and Gabriel were in a line to our left. But the kid was gone. "Where’s Mateo Jr.?" I whispered. Santiago’s eyes snapped to mine, then scanned the line. He turned to his sister. "Valentina? Where’s the boy?"