Novel & Cerita Mateo Santiago

“Come, sit. We’ve saved a place for you.” The seat was between Dante and a young, handsome man with Dante’s stormy eyes but none of their calm. This was Mateo, Dante’s younger brother. His smile was a flash of white teeth, but his eyes held a restless, hungry energy that scanned her like a piece of new tech. “So you’re the one who messed up Krilov’s face,” Mateo said, leaning in as soup was served. “I like that. We need more fighters, not just talkers.” His knee brushed against hers under the table. It wasn’t an accident.

I finally gave in to my emotions and started crying hysterically. It's only a matter of time until Mateo comes looking for me himself. How will I protect her from him then? Mateo is ten times better than me at everything. I won't be able to win against him, él es el Salvador de la mafia (he's the savior of the mafia). Mateo Delacruz. He knows how I fight because we used to train together, he knows how I think that's how he always manages to find me. He's never lost a fight and he sure as hell won't lose one against me. He's the Don of the Salvador mafia clan. He's the don of the most feared and most dangerous mafia family in all of Spain.

He collapsed onto a designer leather sofa, his fingers hovering gingerly over his mangled lip. Santiago didn't sit. He stood in the center of the room, framed by the skyline of San Antonio, and stripped away the armor he’d worn for five years. "You have a pup, Derek." Derek froze. The air in the room seemed to vanish. "What?" "His name is Mateo. He’s four years old. And because the universe has a sick sense of humor, he’s already obsessed with the ice."

Only Marcus had him beat for gossiping, instigation, and the most punch-able face. Mateo was as fake as the snow on the ski slopes in southern California. He talked with a Jamaican accent though he dressed like Tarzan, even while he was off duty. His real name was Anthony and he grew up in fucking Brooklyn, had never set one Italian leather sandaled foot in Jamaica or the damn rainforest. His ass wouldn’t last an hour in the jungle, the man was afraid of bugs, wrinkles, and incapable of telling the truth. He fit right in here for sure.

Aaron has always been careful about our meetings, but tonight, I want to surprise him. No matter how many times I see Aaron, I always feel like this—nervous and excited all at once. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can hardly wait to see him again. As I walk down the road, it’s impossible to miss the posters plastered on every surface of the street. An announcement of the Mate Games happening soon. As I read the words on the posters,I can’t help but roll my eyes. The Mate Game is one of the most barbaric tradition we follow here. The very process is not only dangerous, but life threatening. The royal family here, rose to their status today because of their strength and resilience. By

Matisa's POV I threw a vase at the wall, making it shatter into pieces and causing Santiago to groan. He closed his eyes as he lifted his boxers, covering his member. Fuck, if I'm being honest, there's never been a man who could satisfy me as much as him. Taylor is a good fuck, but he can't compare to Santiago. No one ever has. He's a savage. He's rough, just how I like it. Taylor gasped as he saw his mother's vase shatter into pieces. "Mati? That was my mother's!"

Alex explained earnestly. "And what about Nova? Isn't she your mate?" Liam inquired. "I can't feel the mate bond even once. I don't find her attractive," Alex responded, his eyes on me, causing me to quickly shift my gaze away. "Bro! What do you mean? She's your mate? I thought it was Nova?" Alexandra interjected, and I let out a loud sigh. "That's what I'm saying," Liam acknowledged, his tone dropping as if he regretted his words.

The second I told her Kelvin's real name was Moyo and everything he said was a lie, she'd be grilling me mercilessly. I arrived at the Pizza spot and I ordered a pepperoni pizza. I sat on the bench while I waited for my pizza to be ready. I received a message from Luke asking me what my plans will be with Moyo. He has been fixated on that trying to know what I’ll do to Moyo probably because Moyo was his friend but honestly, I don’t care about that. Moyo is no longer a friend, he’s no longer a pack member, he’s a solid enemy that needs to be eliminated.

“Make her come by after the meeting. She needs to earn her pay.” He bowed. “Yes, your majesty.” I made my way towards the large council hall and the moment I walked in, every noise cut short. I knew they had a lot to say in my absence but at least, they all knew better than to cross me directly. Well, all except him. Victor Vermont. The chief of the elders. The man my mother desperately wanted me to become in-laws with. They all watched me silently as I matched towards the head of the table. And as soon as I sat, they bowed their heads, paying their greetings before settling down.

"Mateo. You bring the charts?" Mateo spat onto the wet concrete, his dark eyes sliding past Elias to land on me. He took in my bruised knuckles, the dirt smudged across my jaw, and the subtle, telltale weight in my right pocket. A slow, yellow-toothed grin spread across his face. "You look like hell, my friend. International Maritime Security has your faces on a red notice from Lima to Tierra del Fuego. They say you blew up a mountain in Antarctica."