Matteo Mafia Novels & Stories

He replied to her, standing from his seat to lean on his table. “How can a living subject be sold off without her own consent?” She inserted air quotes around the sold off. For a moment, Marie forgot she was standing in front of someone affiliated to the greatest and most dangerous Mafia group in the country. But, what did she have to lose? She was already brought here against her own will, and it doesn’t seem like anyone is going to answer the question as to why she’s here.

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.

All he knows is that the crash left me infertile. “You know what I do for a living, so that in itself is a daft question. But yeah, I’ve not long got in. Now come on, you have a meeting to start.” I groan out and stifle a yawn as I take the mug and sip the goodness. Andros works for his long-time friend. Matteo DeAngelis. Matteo is the mafia king. I have never met him or know how the two of them met, but Andros and I live in his gated community.

Georgie filled us in on what was happening with Matteo when the jet landed. Apparently, he had gotten wind that Quinn was helping me so he invited another scumbag crawling around and looking for recognition In the Mafia. A fool waiting to hang onto any opportunity to make himself seems less of a fuckhead. Amante David. There is one thing about trash like him, they are suicidal and that is a problem we underestimated. Our combines squad has forced Matteo out of his hiding place. Quinn and I split up and blocked all his exits out of the city. I was closedt to him so I decided to come see this asshole face to face before I put a bullet in-between his eyes.

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.

I explained as I sat down on the bed, while Klarissa walked over to the opposite side. "The Mafia business is a heartless venture.You should be aware that Mafia lords are willing to sell out their daughters just to protect their sons because they see them as a more valuable asset," Klarissa revealed. There was no denying anything she had spoken about because my father did not seem bothered about the consequences that could come with losing his daughter. "If only there was a way out of this..." I paused because an idea just popped up in my mind. "..or maybe there is one good idea," I added, smiling in the direction of Klarissa.

“If you ret—” “One reason,” I repeated with that deadly calm. Matteo's jaw clenched harder at my interruption, his ears turning red; he leaned back into the smaller chair, trying to act cool. “Because I'm partners with the Irish Mafia.” I cocked a brow, eyeing at him suspiciously. Of course, Declan. I always knew the man to be a cunning snake, but partnering with Matteo to gang up against me. So fúcking pathetic and low.

Silvio snapped, his words striking Matteo deeply. Matteo realized he was at fault. He loved his children, but he had manipulated them for his own gain, seeking power and wealth. “If anything happens to her, I will…” Matteo began, but Silvio cut him off. “You can’t stand against me, Matteo, not now or ever. Your allies in the mafia council have all turned against you. The Russian alliance has proven advantageous; as soon as they recognized the benefits, they fought like starving dogs to be part of it. You haven’t made any friends here; you’ve surrounded yourself with greedy people just like you, and guess what? Greedy people are easy to buy off,” Silvio said, his words igniting Matteo's anger

“Don’t think you get to sweep this under strategy talk. We had a peace pact. You broke it.” Matteo lifted his chin. “He wasn’t the only victim. I lost my wife too.” “Did you?” Jevan answered again. “What else did you lose, Mat? Your reputation? Your logic? Or just the basic common sense of not killing the family of a Cosa Nostra?” He looked at me. Silent. I met his stare and sipped Mama’s lemonade, way too sweet. Our eyes held. Matteo parted his lips to answer, but before he could, Mama leaned toward me and whispered.

Sofia shot back, raising her voice slightly. Her father stared at her. Neither of them said anything for a moment. It was clear they weren't getting anywhere. “Just make sure you behave yourself,” he said finally. With that, he turned and walked out of the gym. Sofia watched him leave. She slowly closed her eyes, her hand tightening into a fist. The thought of having lunch with Matteo was already ruining her day. --- The sound of cutlery clinking against plates filled the dining room. Matteo Valentino, the Don of one of the top five Mafia families in Italy, sat across from Sofia. Her father occupied the head of the table.