Mattia Polibio And Alejandro Novels & Stories

she murmured. "You have invited me before, and I told you I'll be praying for you," Alfonso replied. "Yes, I know," Cheryl nodded again, forcing a small smile. "I know you'll pray for me, Grandpa." Her voice wavered slightly. "Let's go home, Cheryl," Mateo approached with three of Alejandro's guards behind him. He glanced at Alfonso and nodded in greeting. "He's Mateo Alejandro, my brother," Cheryl explained to Alfonso.

The air was thick with the smell of the sea and diesel. Filippo, about 11 inches shorter than Matteo, was a stout man. He wore a deep blue polo shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows. He shared some resemblance to Matteo, but their personalities were worlds apart. Matteo was a blade drawn from its sheath, all edge and menace, while Filippo was a rock—solid, heavy, with unreadable depth. “Alessia.” He stood up and shook my hand. “Vittoria mentioned that you’d like to see me, and I thought she was kidding.”

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.

The sound cracked through the room like a gunshot. Lorenzo flinched. Franco smirked. And Alessandro stepped closer, his voice low, lethal. “Tell me, Franco… who is he meeting?” Franco’s smile widened, savoring the moment. “Mateo Cruz.” The name hung in the air, poison and truth entwined. Alessandro didn’t move. His pulse thundered, but his face remained unreadable. He turned slowly toward Lorenzo, who sat frozen, eyes wide, lips parting but no words coming.

Sharp. “Cortes—” “I wasn’t talking to you,” Alejandro said coldly. His gaze never left me. I felt the weight of it like gravity. “Are you leaving?” There it was. The real question. Not from Viktor. From him. Alejandro Cortes, one of the most powerful men in Italy, staring at me like the answer might actually matter. Interesting. Very interesting.

Althea reached for a pencil and started drawing two simple columns. On one side she wrote: MATTEO Force. Secrecy. Speed. Suspicion. Power. On the other side: ALESSANDRO Patience. Routine. Observation. Behavior. Family. "What do you notice?" Althea asked him as she slid the paper towards him. Dominic stared for several moments. "They're opposites." He answered carefully. "Exactly." She said with a smile as she leaned back. "For these past weeks, we've been trying to outsmart Matteo. Alessandro didn’t."

"I just realized he chose to hide and use me later in the future when he sees it's the right time. My job without knowing was to keep Taylor Wright busy and probably neglect her long-time best friend while he instigate his plans. I swear I had no idea it was going to end up to this." Sebastian was no longer one to believe so easily, but he was going to act as if he believed him so he could get more information. Let's go straight to the main point…." "Alejandro." "Okay. Let's get straight to the main point Alejandro. Who exactly is behind Leo?" Alejandro was quiet. He took the glass and gulped down the remaining content in it. "Asher Massimo." Sebastian arched his brows in response before he

It was as though they had never shared anything beyond a few polite introductions. Gabriella returned the nod. “Well... it was good seeing you both. I’ll let you get back to it.” Sofia smiled. “You too.” Gabriella turned and walked away. Alejandro didn’t watch her go, but his jaw had tightened slightly. Sofia returned to her seat slowly. “Interesting coincidence.” Alejandro said nothing at first. Then, quietly, he responded. “Let’s stick to the timelines we discussed.” Getting back to business. ..........

I’d learnt he had squads that were led by captains who were ‘High ranked Warriors’, most of whom were Beta-ranked wolves or from Alpha families. I walked to the next young man and gave him a small smile. He flashed me a sexy smirk and I instantly knew he was one of those players. Another one of Alejandro's annoying men it seems! "Hey Beautiful, I'm actually glad I ended up here. I mean, I heard a lot from Luca about you. The name’s Mathew." He said. "Really?" I said, "Arms up." "Anywhere you want them Doc?" I rolled my eyes.

CHAPTER 10 •MATTEO’S POV• Walking hastily out of the house straight into the awaiting car which was parked just outside the house alongside my father and Anthony. Anything begins to give us a rundown of the issue going on at the warehouse. We all know who is behind this very issue without even thinking twice and it was none other than ALFREDO ENZO, leader of the bandit group called COBRAS! He and I were long time friends but because of a misunderstanding which he never gave me a chance to explain to him,we split up and have been sworn enemies for almost 5 years.