Mattheo Riddle Personality Novels & Stories

"Oh, I'm sure he's coming with his little friend Jane. Turns out Davis is a cock block." Alex felt his spine stiffen, but he ignored it and shoved more of his belongings into his duffle. "He told me he didn't know the blonde, Jane Williams, and turns out, he knows her alright. Looks like well enough to get a drink tossed in his face and then have lunch with her the next day." "Jane Williams ?" Matthew asked. Alex closed his eyes, remembering that Matthew was a grade above him in school, which explained why they didn't know each other well. But well enough for him to remember Jane.

He pointed his cigarrete at me as he spoke. "Take it easy on her, Fratello (brother), or I might just get her away from you myself." He might've meant it as a joke, but he was still indirectly voicing out his thoughts. Matteo had a soft spot despite having the deranged qualities of a mafia psychopath. He was more empathic, especially towards women. My gaze darkened as I said calmly, "Then I'll kill you... Fratello." He laughed, but he knew not to joke with me. Matteo knew me better than anyone else. He knew when to test the waters and when to step the hell back.

A feeling of having no control, not thinking what’s right or wrong. The room was dark as I entered. A ray of light peeking in the room. As I approached a bit further, I saw a chair, with a man sitting on it. His hands were tied. Two more silhouettes were standing beside. One of them was Raven. “He is the one. The professor.” he informed me. My eyes were glued on the man sitting confusingly on the chair. “What’s his name?” “Matteo. He is Italian, actually. He just got the job and -,”

except that he was angry when he was talking to Matt though. Speaking of Matt, he hasn’t visited her for a few days now. Charlotte was sure he was stuck in some work or he’d have definitely visited her. She actually liked Matt’s company. He spoke more than Azraiel but less than Theo. His presence didn’t make her nervous or excited or whatever the hell she feels around Azraiel. Matt was like that calm energy that encourages you to speak your mind without feeling conscious. She actually talked more to him so that she could hear him speak more because just like her…he seems to have a lot on his mind but he doesn’t let it out. With Azraiel, she is too afraid and nervous to speak her mind out, so

Matteo always found a way to piss me off, he just knows the right buttons to press that tick me off. He knew that he was in trouble, the fear was evident on his face as he stared back at me. I ignored the urge to jump over the table, and break his thick neck. He clearly had something to say, I’ve known Matteo for many years. I know when he wants to ask me for something, but he’s too afraid of my response. And he should be, I never get this far, without stirring fear into people. I am called the ‘Ruthless Alpha’ for a reason. I rolled my eyes at him and spoke in a bored tone.

And yet, in that moment, he felt like someone I barely recognized. “What?” Matteo snapped, turning his gaze sharply toward Raffaele. Raffaele only smiled, unbothered, almost amused by the tension. “We are not so different, Matteo Rinaldi,” he said slowly. “We are both beasts.” His eyes darkened slightly. “The only thing that separates us… is who is more ruthless.” “I am nothing like you,” Matteo replied immediately, his voice ice cold. Raffaele scoffed softly. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

I gripped Matthew's hand tightly, my gaze unwavering. Before I knew Matthew, I knew a lot about him through the media. He was one of the icons of the younger generation with more talent than people. He was not only talented but also a passionate explorer and full of compassion. He regularly participated in charity activities to help people in difficult circumstances. A lot of other wealthy people also regularly participated in charitable activities to raise their reputation, but I always felt that Matthew was different from them.

His movement was soft and before I knew it, I calmed down. “My mother did this to calm me when I was little,” he said. “In most cases it worked wonders.” His voice was gentle, and his hand didn’t stop its rhythmic movement. I was getting used to the soft side of Matteo, which I didn't know if it was a good thing or not. The man was so full of contradictions. A tender barbarian. Some days he was rough, others he was kind and gentle. The perfect way to describe him. Dangerous, imperious, intolerant of any defiance, but at the same time so caring and delicate.

“Someone inside.” Of course it was someone inside. The question wasn’t who. The question was why. “Who’s unaccounted for?” I asked. “Three guards. One advisor.” Niko paused. “Matteo.” Matteo. A low-level advisor with barely enough spine to stand upright. Quiet. Forgettable. The kind of man who blended into walls. The kind of man who made the best traitor. “Pull up his history,” I ordered. The screen filled with Matteo’s personnel file.

I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again, and nothing came out—just a strangled sound that wasn't even close to a real response. "Uh... well, he’s... he’s a very private person, Matteo. He likes... business. And he mostly eats... traditional meals. Like, meat. Rare meat." Matteo’s frown deepened. He placed his fork down with a loud clink and looked at me with pure skepticism. "What kind of answer is that? You're his mate, Leah. Why are you answering me like you don't even know the guy? You sound like you read his biography on Wikipedia.”