Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

My Mate **

How could no one have expected this? Matteo.

“Give her space.” Rhett doesn’t move from his position at my knees. His shoulders roll higher, and his eyes narrow at Cassian. Matteo finds his voice again, but it’s not prayer now. It’s nothing but vicious. “That was a fucking kill shot. I saw it hit her, and I felt her fall. She should be fucking dead.” “Yet,” Cassian says, calm again, “she isn’t.” “If you dare to call it a fucking miracle, then I’m gone,” Matteo snaps. His beads clatter as he spits them free. “I won’t serve miracles built on curses.”

A hand stopped me as I was ready to stand up from my chair. It's Matteo. "Hi, I didn't know you're this good in Russian." He commented. "H-Hi... What are you doing here?" I didn't notice him inside the room due to avoiding having eye contact with any of them. "Oh, I think I didn't introduce myself to you properly. I'm Matteo Russo, a fashion designer, and a model, also known as Galileo." "Y-You're Galileo?!" I gasped when he nodded proudly exposing his shy smile.

"Who are you? Why are you alone at that hour of the night in that forest? What made you offer to aid a complete stranger in need? See where your generosity takes you? People get afraid at the mere mention of my name. Why, despite my warning to flee, did you not seem afraid?" Not to anyone in particular, Alex said. I was starting to lose my temper. Everything about her remains a mystery. I felt like someone was going to hit me out of nowhere, so I twisted to avoid it. As I stared at her, I experienced this serenity. Are you equating your mate with a maid, Alex? I scolded myself. “You're so disrespectful,” I angrily exclaimed. “What do you mean, who are you, and why are you in the Alpha's room

"Before you say anything, Matteo came to me last night and he told me the ritual isn't what Ezra says it is, he says it's a trap." Lucas's face darkened. "I know."

I wanted nothing to do with them anymore, they could rot in hell for all I care. “Take us to the hospital,” Neo ordered the man I was yet to recognize. He was Cristiano’s man, one I haven’t seen before or maybe I have…? Why was he helping us? “Matteo.” He introduced, sensing my gaze on his face from the rearview mirror. I hummed in response, cracking my neck towards the window as I searched for his face or name in my head. Matteo…Hugo’s former servant? I vaguely remembered his face, but how did he become part of Riz’s men? I knew everyone who worked under us, except him. There was only one probability, he was never under us, but strictly for my brother.

I asked. He nodded and walked towards the tree beside that clearing. “Identify yourself” a voice came He placed his palm over it and then there was a little stab before a computer system reared its head forward. “Vincenzo Rinaldi, welcome,” it said. Mateo grinned graciously as we waited for the next part when it suddenly blared red and a countdown appeared. “20 minutes!” I exclaimed, “what the hell happened?” he roared. “How the hell should I know? I'm just as confused as you are” Mateo pointed at the screen “Look it's encrypted, we need the key and im sure as hell that my father has it on him” he stated.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

“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.