Novelas y relatos de Matteo Mafia

He didn’t want to relive his past. Matteo knew his life was fu*ked up. He was no saint. He was evil, hounded by the most powerful mafia Don, Alfonso di Salvo for the last two years. To escape his clutches, he had to leave his hometown, Sicily, and his family behind and live an anonymous life here in NYC. Although he left the mafia circuit two years ago, di Salvo didn’t wish to leave him at all because Matteo knew all his dark secrets! In fact, he knew everything about the criminal, having worked with him for five years.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Marvis ia indeed a flimsy manager at a flimsy LA restaurant while Matteo D’angelo is in fact a ruthless bastard who works in the Mafia “You’re actually Matteo D’angelo?” she asked yet again and I nodded with my eyes not leaving her face for one second, it was refreshing to soak up all her different expressions and mannerisms. “So all those things about yourself – the mafia, your cousin and – ” “All true” I said to her “The only thing I lied about was my name but yes I’m not just a manager, I make decisions that could make or break people” “This changes everything” she echoed pulling her eyes away from me for a moment to fixate them on the empty space “This changes every single thing. You lie

No one else would dare. I had escaped my father but I just basically went from frying pan to fire. Hakan was Scorpion, there was no doubt about it. I was in the arms of the deadliest and most feared mafia boss in the whole country and maybe further than that.

Lorenzo said. "She is dangerous. They hacked into our systems," Paul said. "What! If they manage to hack into your system and you are one of the best, that means they can hack any mafia system," Lorenzo said. "She has. I know she has," I told them. "How?" James asked. "If their system knows which tattoo belongs to which mafia, which cars, the leaders, their wives, and children, you think that they haven't?" I asked, and they all kept quiet. "We need them on our side as soon as possible. Maybe she can help us defeat Elijah," James said.

he trailed off, the pain of his past resurfacing. As a young man, Matteo watched in agony as his mother fell victim to the schemes of the mafia, enduring the pain and shame of being molested. With a younger brother to support, their family struggled to make ends meet. Despite his youth, Matteo's mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge towards the scammers, and he harbored a deep hatred for the mafia ever since. However, he kept this trauma to himself, not even confiding in his friend Kate that his mother had been molested.

Aria agreed and Chiara rolled her eyes at the both of them. Matteo looked at her quietly, before finally speaking. “So, how’s life with Dante?” The simple question was all it took to remind Chiara of every horrible thing Dante had ever done to her. She sighed, gesturing to a bottle of Grappa in the cupboard near Matteo. “I hate it.” She mumbled, watching Matteo pour her a cup with the same mastered precision she used when she worked there. “You do have money, right?” Matteo asked, sliding the drink over to her.

“You have no idea who the fuck you are talking to right now. I ought to whip you until you bleed for this disobedient and disrespectful outburst.” Her eyes widened and her mouth went dry as it hung open. Not at his threats but rather the vclaim that he made—his words echoing in her mind. The mafia king? As in the leader of the vicious MMM group from Karachi? Never in a million years had Anissa thought that she would be facing the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. The identity of the leader of the mafia was kept hidden from the public but his malicious and merciless killings and acts were infamous throughout the country. Anissa wasn’t that much of a news person or a socialite

That night, everything changed. At first, I thought Alisa had just been cheating. It was worse. Much worse. Matteo Morelli was not just her lover. He was her fiancé. He was also the heir to the Morelli crime family — one of the most powerful mafia syndicates in the city but he himself happened to operate from Mexico. The moment I realized who that brother she has always been talking of was, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

The room went still, the only sound the faint tick of the wall clock. Matteo broke the silence, his voice casual but edged with that same smirk. “He’s not a cop, Zoey. He’s mafia.” The word hit like a slap. Mafia. My mouth went dry. I looked at Declan, searching for denial, for a laugh, for anything that said this was a joke. But he just met my gaze, steady and unblinking, like he’d been waiting for this shoe to drop. “Mafia,” I repeated, the syllable tasting foreign on my tongue. “As in… organized crime? Guns? Deals in dark alleys? That mafia?”