Novel & Cerita Mattia And Alejandro

Date = 23 November Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house) POV - Damion “Hi, Sorella (Italian = sister)!” Alejandro’s voice cuts through the kitchen like he owns the place. He strides in, all confidence and teeth, scoops Mel up from behind, and swings her clean off her feet. “Eeehh!” she shrieks — pure surprise — before looping her arms around his neck and laughing breathlessly. She leans in and whispers something in his ear.

He had never smiled at me before. “Presenting, His Royal Majesty, King Valerian of Alvannia.” Father entered the palace after the trumpets had been played. I and Valerian entered behind him. Up till this moment, I never knew he named Valerian after himself. The stares I received outside were nothing compared to the stares I received from the crowd of people in the large room as I walked down the carpeted aisle. I could tell by the numbers that their jaws dropped that they were surprised to see me.

"Don't you worry too much about me either, darling. I'm happy where I am, and I've got your grandfather looking after me. Now tell me, what is this Alpha's name?" "Sebastian Tate," I say. Her eyes stray away to something behind me. Glancing back, I see my mate standing in the doorway, and my heart skips a beat as my nerves shoot up.

Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm and confident, like any Alpha’s. “I’m Victoria Bia... Greco,” I corrected myself with a sigh that came out way too natural. “And this is my mother, Antonella Bianchi.” Mom nodded politely, but I knew that look, the distrust in it, as she sized up my mate’s “partner.” Mom sat beside the Matriarch, and honestly, I wanted to sit across from her, anywhere but wedged between Lorenzo and his little friend. “Don’t worry about the formalities, stay in your plac...”

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.

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?"

and Matias spin around, and lo to behold, Alejandro was coldly looking in his direction. Matias looks at me, and he smiles sweetly. His mood changes. “As much as I love and enjoyed playing a bully human being here. Alejandro needs me, Cammy. I am glad that you come with us, my not-so-little Cameron.” And then he hugged me tightly. “Please, don’t do it again, okay, you can come to me, and I will help you hide Alejandro's baby,” Matias whispered to my ears, and I can’t help but giggle. That makes Matias laughs so hard. “Matias Roman!” Alejandro’s voice echoed inside the private plane.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

Matteo replied, gesturing toward the envelope in Alejandro’s hand. “No,” Alejandro answered. “His name is Enzo Santez. Once Matini’s right hand man. More like a personal assistant. But now, a threat,” Matteo explained. “That means he has been with you guys since the beginning?” Alejandro asked. Matteo showed him a picture on his phone. “According to verified intel, he has been with Matini right from the start. Since the moment the empire was built.” Minutes later, Matteo parked the car near a white mansion by the docks. They stopped several meters away.

“So, you’re gonna explain or what? Beg pardon, mate, but I’m gonna have to ask you to explain your a**. Why are you dining in a refined place like this with my wife?” Mateo was not the least bit panicked. He, too, rose to his feet with aplomb and studied Alejandro with interest. Then, he extended a hand to him. “You must be Alejandro Smith, yes? Your reputation is quite far-reaching! I am Mateo Rodriguez; I think I’m qualified to be called Melanie’s childhood friend. Though... we haven’t exactly seen each other for a pretty long time.” Alejandro espied the jewelry box laying before Melanie’s seat, and a veneer of hardened steel coated his eyes. He ignored Mateo’s hand—still raised in midair—