Novelas y relatos de Matteo Mafia

Matteo turned towards me again. "I've waited years for this. Always trying to find a loophole. Always trying to find a way in, looking for leverage against him." He shook his head. "You have no idea how many nights I've imagined watching my nephew brought to his knees." He smiled. "And thanks to you..." His gaze dropped to Leon. "...I finally can." I pulled Leon a little closer against my chest. "You're monstrous." Matteo laughed. "No. We are Romano." His gaze drifted towards Luca.

I yelled. "I just did." He replied while chewing his potato. Fuck you! I know I shouldn't believe him, but somehow I did. He is in the mafia and he has got relations and knows what he's talking about. Maybe that's why Mateo kissed me. Because he knew that I am single, but the only difference is that, I did not.

Even after six months, business for Mateo was going slow. After Aldo’s downfall, there was hurdle after hurdle for him. After the Xon club was rumored to be a front for criminal proceedings, fewer and fewer people showed up. Many of the big names canceled their membership. There were thousands of conspiracy theories going on about him and his club on the internet, which he doesn’t care about because the basis of all those theories is true. Mateo didn’t mind, but the fact that he was now looked at differently was bothersome. In the Mafia world, he was looked at as a traitor – which he was, and in the outer world, everyone saw him as a criminal, which he also is.

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

~Emilia’s Point of View~ “Well are you,” I asked again, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to my chest. His eyes darted all over the place. Was he … mafia? Oh no. Ohh … no. My eyes flicked to his tattoos. I watched enough TV to know I was in deep shit. “If she were a male, yes,” he said, matter of fact. A sudden surge of anger flooded through me, but not at my mate. Natalie had to know this would happen, you don’t just fuck over people for that kind of money and expect them to let it go. Then, a light bulb went off in my head.

I chuckled out as it suddenly brushed my mind. "Are you alright?" Alessandro's mother asked me. "Urh sure of course…" She nodded and we walked on. The breeze blew against us lightly and refreshingly. Oh, about Mattia. He is alive and well. Together with Ales, they quit being engaged in Mafia dealings. He refused to go live his life as he didn't have a family to go back to or protect and stayed with us. To him, he wished to serve Ales to his death but Ales wouldn't let another person take a bullet for him. Instead, he let them be friends.

SOFIA'S POV~ It had been a few days since I found out everything about Matteo... Well not really everything, just that he is the head of the Italian mafia. I still hadn't gotten over it since the past few days and I'd been having bad anxiety. I really had been thinking of the worst things that could happen to me and my child. I had thought of escaping this place but the security had been extra tight and the bedroom was on the third floor. It was practically going to be difficult to escape here and I really didn't want to start a fight with Matteo so I just put the idea aside.

Yesterday kept playing on my mind, over and over—you are with the Don of the Italian Mafia, a killing machine. “If you’re going to black out each time you leave the house, I’ll have medics everywhere, ready to attend to you,” Matteo said matter-of-factly, keeping his fingers on my wrist and looking at his watch. “That man yesterday was a very bad man, he raped a child and stole shipment from me I will never kill someone that's innocent, you're safe with me, you weren't suppose to see that yesterday.” He grabbed me and sat me on his knees, bringing my head against his chest, stroking my hair, and swaying softly.

he said as he stared at me through the mirror. It turned out that someone spotted him at Matteo's funeral. He was the one, I saw lurking in the shadows. I also told Leornado all about the dreams I had especially the ones with Matteo in them. "What did you find?" I asked. "He made his own gang with fallen mafia members, they were a small group so it was easy to track them down" he replied. So a gang huh! A fallen gang?! "What else did you find out?" I asked. "Their gang name is Scarvengers" he replied as he removed a pin brooch from his pocket.

“Maybe I’m full of surprises.” My heart raced, a mix of exasperation and admiration for the man beside me. If Logan continued on this path, the thought of possibly being his mate someday didn’t seem entirely unpleasant. “You’re falling for him,” Ema’s voice echoed in my mind, egging me on. I shook my head to dispel the thoughts. Logan and I could never be mates; not unless he really did extricate himself entirely from the mafia someday, and despite his acts of philanthropy today, it was still mafia money—blood money—that allowed him to afford such things. And when it came to the mafia, it wasn’t so easy to just… leave.