Mattheo Riddle Personality Novels & Stories

When the bell rang for Lauds at four, he rose like a man drugged, dressed in a clean cassock that felt obscene against his naked body, and drifted through the prayers with Luca’s taste still in his mouth. Breakfast was silent, bowls of watery porridge and black coffee. Matteo sat across the refectory table. Brother Matteo was thirty-three, broad as a barn door, sleeves rolled high enough to show prison tattoos licking up both forearms: a crucifix made of knives on one, the Virgin Mary weeping blood on the other. His shaved head gleamed under the lamps, and a thick black beard framed a mouth that looked built for grinning and cursing in the same breath. Rumor said he had killed a man in Napol

It was like someone drew a picture and I was inside it. “Hello Nikola.” A deep voice spoke causing me to jump and turn around. “I didn’t think you to be the type to startle easily.” He laughed. “You must be Cael.” I said irritated and uncontrollably honest. “It’s a trick of mine, if you think it, you say it.” Cael smiled stepping closer. “If you are to be Cyra’s mate, you need to control your thoughts as if they are your mouth.” He said in a parenting tone.

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea either. I guess we need it more than we need to go out into battle now.” “And on that note, I’d like to start with you,” I replied. “What do you mean?” Matteo asked. Matteo was loyal to a fault and it was one of the qualities I admired the most about him and that is why I felt he needed to hear this coming from me in person.

“I don't know if it's what I want.” That was the first time I'd ever heard uncertainty in Matteo's voice. Real uncertainty. I sat back. “What would happen if you said you didn't want it?” He laughed. Again, no humor. “You really did grow up human.” “I did.” “That isn't how it works.” “Why not?” “Because people depend on me.” “You aren't Alpha yet.” “That doesn't matter.” “It should.” “It doesn't.” I watched him. The Matteo sitting across from me didn't look like the man who scratched tables when he was jealous. Or the Alpha who flirted because he knew exactly what effect he had on people. He looked twenty-something. Young. Tired.

Fernando asked, he was told to rest but he is headstrong. "Haven't heard of the phrase keep your friends close and your enemies closer?" He asked with a smirk. "Who is Mateo?" Ruth asked innocently, she stared at them waiting for an explanation. "Mateo is a mafia boss like me but he is my enemy, he has been trying to bring me down. He has committed several crimes and pinned the blame on me, and he is trying to know my true identity and worst of it is he has painted the image of a saint in the society by helping the poor and other people."

She was a top fighter in the underground society, but she was easily defeated by him, which makes no sense. Cristine's life-saving grace was appreciated by Matthew. He has more faith in her than in himself. Matthew has a grim countenance and a frigid temperament. He's also cunning and vicious. He lectures Cristine on human nature, and Cristine chastises the old man for being unconcerned about his health. Cristine was still young, and Matthew required attention and a human touch that he had almost forgotten along the way to success. Both of them are complementary to one another. Cristine can't tell her family anything, but she can tell Matthew everything. Cristine is at ease with Matthew, and

“I’m pregnant, not handicapped so just help me with the protein.” Low-key, I enjoy when she bosses me around, it feels nice because everyone just seems to be walking on eggshells around me but not her, she’s not afraid to express herself around me. “What did Antonio find out?” she asks. Reality crashes back into me and I let put a sigh. “Mathew’s real name is Dante Ferrari, he was born in Italy and for some reason…he seems to be connected to me in some way.” She raises a surprised brow. “Wow….this is deeper than we think.”

A servant poured wine even though it was barely noon. The table was spread with delicacies, cheeses, olives, thin slices of prosciutto, fruits glistening like jewels. But the real feast wasn’t on the table. It was in their eyes. They were here to feed me something else. Information, Doubt, Or a proposition. Matteo didn’t waste time. “Alejandro is young,” he began, slicing into a pear with his knife. “Ambitious. Charismatic, yes. But charisma without foresight is dangerous.”

Matthew has always dreamed of changing the genre of his life. From thriller-mafia to a passionate romance with a beautiful, spoiled, sexy, and cutie female lead at the same time. This is something that many people don't know as many people think Matthew has a vicious nature like his boss whose daily life is filled with blood and conspiracies. That's not true though. Matthew still has empathy as a human. Unlike Liam Shax, his boss. They are like a leopard and a dog.

It's like he's trying to study me, analyse me. "Umm yes, I did meet him briefly. Mr" I look at him, urging him to say his name. He smiles, looking so cheeky. "Matteo. Matteo De Lorenzi." Oh. Oh. The world is a very small place indeed.