Matteo Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Safely. I swear.” I stood, turned to Matteo, and gave him one last look. “You want revenge? You want blood?” I growled. “Then go back out there and find the bastards who actually did it. But if I ever catch you laying hands on a kid again, I’ll forget we were ever on the same side.” And for the first time in years, Matteo didn’t have a smart comeback. He just nodded. Because he knew. He’d gone too far. "I see why Vivianne is dead. He has no balls to run a mafia ring," someone muttered under their breath.

“No. No nothing happened. And I’d have come to check up on you but Alaric wouldn’t let me leave the house without one of his men for safety reasons and they’re all so busy right now.” “Safety reasons?” His voice sharpened. “Emilia, are you in trouble? Are you with him?” I knew exactly who he meant. “No no. I’m not in trouble. You know me. But…you should understand what I’m trying to say. And he’s intent on keeping me safe just the same way he’s keeping Francesca safe.” Matteo’s sigh was heavy, full of mixed emotions. “You’re trusting him? After everything you know about him? You know he’s a cold blooded killer, don’t you? And you’re also ignoring that he’s a mafia don?”

Angelo looks shocked by that information, and I’m just standing, my eyes going back and forth between them, utterly confused. Matteo sees my confusion, and his grin grows even bigger. “Angel, you naughty boy! Judging by her expression, you didn’t tell her enough.” He chuckles. “My full name is Matteo DeSantis. I am the Capo of Cosa Nostra. Nice to officially meet you.” He smirks, extending his hand. At the exact moment, I hear heels clanking, and I sharply turn my head. “You lost your fucking virginity to Angelo’s cousin, who also happens to be the fucking boss of the Sicilian Mafia?!”

“The police will be here any minute because of that fire. You really want them catching you here?” Mateo laughed softly, low and dangerous. “Feisty and bold. I like that. Nice to finally meet you, Alessia. I’m Mateo Ivanov.” “I don’t care who you are,” I snapped. “I’ve already achieved what I came here for. I want to take my man out of here, he needs urgent care. If you insist on the other way, just know our men are scattered all over this area. I’m sure a sniper is already pointing to your head red as we speak. Choose wisely.”

"I won't fault you for anything." After their conversation, Massimo sent Elena to check on the unconscious mafia members. He couldn't care what happened to them—he just needed an opportunity to talk to Matteo alone. Massimo went back to the office where Matteo was resting. Matteo turned to him with a hesitant smile. "Do you have any more questions for me?" Matteo asked awkwardly. Massimo shook his head. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Matteo. "I'm here to teach you that some crimes can never be forgiven, Matteo Vitale," Massimo said coldly.

Later on, I heard about how things ended for Matteo and Livia. It wasn’t that I went out of my way to look for information, but the mafia family circle was just too small, and nobody could keep a secret. After Matteo lost his credit standing, the Moretti family discovered that he had misappropriated family reserve funds to issue cashier’s checks to me. Even more fatal was the fact that a rupture in his cash flow chain led to a shipment of cargo being seized at the docks, causing the family a direct loss of nearly twenty million dollars. This wasn’t just some romantic indiscretion anymore; this was a direct violation of family trust and reputation.

I pushed her to the brink. “Boss, you good with that?” Deron asks, snapping my focus back to the present. I look around the dark SUV as my inner circle, Deron, Stephon, Kris, and Max, are preparing to help orchestrate a raid on a meatpacking plant. It’s one of many business fronts for the Scarfo mafia. This one, in particular, is run by Vinnie and his crew. It took a little digging, but Max managed to track the bastard down with ease.

“Right.” “Yeah.” Footsteps creak behind us. Luca leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, towel over his shoulder like he’s been painting downstairs. “We’re talking about Fernando?” he asks. “Yeah.” Luca shakes his head. “Before you ask, Matteo, I’m not going to dismantle another mafia family.” Matteo snorts. “What? One small empire is enough for you?” Luca deadpans, “Yes. It is.” Silence settles heavy between us.

“Somewhere safe.” “Safe for who?” His jaw tightened, but before he could speak, the car stopped. The door opened from the outside, and an older man with stern eyes bowed slightly. “Alpha,” he greeted Luca. Alpha. The word hit Aria like a slap. She had heard rumors—whispers about a mafia boss who wasn’t entirely human, about a man whose temper could split concrete. But rumors were nothing compared to the pressure she felt standing next to him now. His presence was a storm folded into a man’s skin.

“What about that mafia guy you told me about? What was his name... Don Matteo?” I sat up straight. “No.” “Why not?” “Horace is...” “Valentina, Horace wants proof and if Matteo can help he should.” Marco pointed at the phone. “For once I agree with her.” “Thank you.” “You two don't get it.” Zuria groaned loudly. “You are impossible. Call Don Matteo.” Absolutely not. The answer was right there on my tongue. But I stopped. Matteo was… a lot. Dangerous. Complicated. Terrifying in that quiet way that made your instincts scream. But really powerful. And right now, options were running out fast.