Mattia And Alejandro Novels & Stories

Vincent said, holding a laugh as he started the car. I glanced over at Alejandro and gave him a look. He put up his hand in surrender. "I didn't think it was a secret." "You never seem to do." "What is with you and this waitress girl anyway? You've been chasing after her for months." Matteo said. "She's hot." Alejandro supplied. "A lot of women are hot." Matteo replied. "Well, she's one of the hottest ones plus it seeks Boss here likes em fiesty and punching them. Wait… is it possible that you are maybe a masochist?"

He turned to Algernon and said, "Don't worry, Your Grace. I will take good care of her." Instantly, Natasha's eyes widened, and her head spun in circles. "Grandpa, what is he talking about?" she asked urgently and with confusion. Algernon bowed his head, struggling to find the right words to break the news to her—if there even were any. "Natasha, Alpha Jerome is your contract mate." "Contract mate?! What do you mean, my contract mate?" Natasha looked at her grandfather, hoping he would retract his statement, but he didn't. He remained silent, his silence speaking volumes.

Matteo explained his logic. Alessandro can see why Matteo raised to this position. He is smart. "What kind of favour?" he asked. In all these years, Matteo became a member of their tribe. He is more or less a family. So Alesso agreed without hesitation. "I want to know if Andre Rossi is here in Chicago" he asked. Alesso frowned. "He might not be. A strike agaibst you while daring to stay in your turf is foolishness " he pointed out.

Alejandro’s Pov Hours has passed, and yet, I hear nothing. We hear nothing from the doctors. Her mother and father, Don Matteo and his wife are seated by my side, both of them maintaining silence, and yet, their pain is radiating evidently. Mirabella Denaro has her hands in her hair, her eyes red at the rims, her skin trembling. She feels more guilt than pain. And I know because I’ve come to find out that it was her idea to push forward with Mariana’s and Radimr’s wedding.

He smiled and walked hesitantly towards everyone. “This is Alejandro Francisco -----” – Ceyda told her mom and brother “Hello --- nice to meet you” – he greeted both of them “Nice to meet you too son” – Ceyda’s mom replied politely “Are you the son of Antonio Francisco?” – Murat curiously asked “Yes --- but he is no more” – Alejandro sadly replied “We are sorry to hear your loss” – her mom soothed “no it’s ok” – Alejandro smiled “I think I know you” – Murat suspiciously said

Matic admitted and finished his tea. Alejandro only heard one very important word and he pounced on it. “You said hard, not impossible which means, there's a way. How can I separate them? I want her at all costs and I am going to stop at nothing to get her.” Matic shrugged, his old bones grinding against each other. “There is a way, yes. The only way you can have her is if you can find and kill her mate. I'm guessing you already know who he is,” he grinned, showing off his few remaining teeth. Alejandro failed to hide his surprise, shrugging in return.

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”

I chuckled out as it suddenly brushed my mind. "Are you alright?" Alessandro's mother asked me. "Urh sure of course…" She nodded and we walked on. The breeze blew against us lightly and refreshingly. Oh, about Mattia. He is alive and well. Together with Ales, they quit being engaged in Mafia dealings. He refused to go live his life as he didn't have a family to go back to or protect and stayed with us. To him, he wished to serve Ales to his death but Ales wouldn't let another person take a bullet for him. Instead, he let them be friends.

His eyes grew darker immediately they flickered from Camellia to Mateo, he didn't say anything, yet Mateo felt the need to explain. Mateo straightened himself up locking eyes with Alejandro, searching to see if there was any danger in his eyes. "We were just talking," he explained. Alejandro stepped closer to Camellia, his fingers wrapped round her arm as he pulled her away possessively. Then his eyes returned back to Mateo, issuing a threat. "Oh, I’m sure you were," he said, his lips were pursed together. " Mateo, now that I am here... there’s nothing left for you to say to my fiancée."

“Fine. Since I enjoy watching you suffer, I’ll give you a little something.” He placed a napkin on the table and scribbled something down before sliding it over. Dino picked it up. A name. Enzo Moretti. Dino’s eyes flicked back to Alejandro. “Who is this?” Alejandro’s smirk widened. “Let’s just say… he was very close to your mother. And even closer to Sanchez.” Dino clenched his fists. He had never heard of this name before, but if Alejandro was giving it to him, it meant one thing—Moretti was important.