Mattheo Riddle Movies Novels & Stories

A video opens. Aria watches his expression change before she sees anything. His jaw hardens. His shoulders go rigid. A muscle in his cheek pulses once. Then he turns the screen slightly so Aria can see too. It’s Matteo. Bloody, exhausted, breathing hard. Inside a dim warehouse. Looking straight into the camera. His voice is hoarse, but deliberate. “You think this is over?” Matteo spits. “You think you won?” He laughs—unhinged, bitter.

“From me.” Rafael’s head snapped toward the door, eyes wide for the first time. “Who are you?” The man ignored him. “Mira,” the voice said, softer now. “Open the door. I’ve waited years to see you.” I shook my head violently. “I don’t know you!” “Yes, you do.” Another click. The lock loosened again. “My name,” he whispered, “is Matteo.” Everything inside me broke. Matteo. Cassandra’s cousin.

he begs. Sighing, I sit, picking a thriller to watch. We got our minds wrapped trying to find who the killer was. At one point, we heard a rasp Knock on the door. It was Matteo. He slide into the room, sitting beside me, watching the movie. “We have a bet. Fifty dollars for whoever guess the right killer,” Tony offers. I gasps glaring at him in disbelief. “No way you are going to win against me twice in one night,” I state.

She asks blinking innocently and I scoff. Talk about using what you have to get what you want. "Replaced me already?" Mateo asks, placing a hand on his chest. "No?" She takes few steps to where he was. "Ever since you and Arianna watched mission impossible, I said I wasn't watching any action movie anymore." Mateo lets out a full ass belly laugh, tapping Arianna who was grinning hysterically. They suit each other on my life. "Redd can we?" Ophelia glares at them angrily and

My eyes met hers. “Ma—Mamita…” I whispered, my voice hoarse because of the cold swarming within the castle’s walls. When our eyes met once again, she immediately sprinted towards me. My face remained stone-hard as she grabbed both of my shoulders. “What have you done, Cassidy! Look at you! Are you looking for death?!”

My heart continued to slam in my chest, tingles rippling through my jaw and face, sending a shiver down my spine. He bent his head to my level, his intense, fiery-hot gaze uncovering my soul. My light brown eyes met his green ones, filled with a mystery that held me together, one that pulled and sucked me in. My eyes grew larger by every second. “Regalia, my mate.” I pinched my eyes closed. He could not have said that. I—I must have only imagined it. He had no reason to say that, but those words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

His best friend was prone to dramatics, but he guessed he deserved that, after what Ronan had to see. "Ronan, if I was possessed, your necklace is hardly going to exorcize me," Matteo said tiredly. He raised his sleeve and wiped his lips. "It’s made out of cheap gray plastic, not silver. You couldn’t even kill a fish with it, let alone a spirit." "Who died and made you the expert on exorcisms?" Ronan scowled. "I should use this cheap gray plastic to blind myself, after that little performance. Matteo, are you out of your mind?"

I can’t wait to see the look on her face when i rip her to shreds, and that day, Kai will be on his knees, watching me tear her apart. “Don. hai controllato le riprese della telecamera?” {“ Don, have you checked the camera footage?”} Matteo said, after he barged into my office without knocking. His head was lowered, and he had a black laptop in his hands. I turned to face my right hand man, and gave him an icy glare. I was like a ticking bomb, just waiting to explode. I decided to ignore his rudeness, just this one time. I silently sat down in my seat. Matteo always found a way to piss me off, he just knows the right buttons to press that tick me off.

It’s unspoken, our bond. Like the Moon goddess gave me my soulmate as a best friend and not a mate. Probably she knew I would end up a rogue, so she saved herself the trouble of assigning me to some poor, unsuspecting fool. “Better hope someone picks you…” Cassie’s whiny voice chides me as she walks past. “Better hope I don’t find your ass alone during the Challenge.” Anna shoots back and Cassie scoffs in annoyance. “Gamma Bill would like to speak with you, Matilda.” Harriet says. Her hand rests gently on my elbow, guiding me. “I’ll walk you over to him, if that’s okay?” She offers.