Mattia Polibio And Alejandro Novels & Stories

"You damn think Mattia sees you as a woman? Oh bitch, you're too confident if you think Mattia will defend you! why should he bother defending himself for a woman he doesn't love?" "Alessio!" Mattia's tone rose, but his brother seemed too emotional not to listen to what he said at all. "The only woman Mattia loves is Lucia, so wake up from your dreams, you damn bitch! You think your body is tempting huh? A bitch like you has been slept with by many men, and you know, Mattia would definitely sell you to our group just to sleep with them!" I wouldn't say I like hearing Alessio's words anymore. Is that all true? Is Mattia planning to sell me to his group?

Alpha Gregory's lips twitched, and he directed the assistant to put Celeste in his own bed. The rest of us rested heavily on the expensive furniture of the suite. "Mateo is off fighting a war," I explained to Alpha Gregory. "Felix filled me in," Alpha Gregory replied. "No need to worry yourself over that. El Puma is undefeated." I took comfort in his words. "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." "I hope so. I'll have to tell him what an ass he is for pretending he's dead all these years and forgetting his friends, but otherwise I think we'll be fine," Alpha Gregory said.

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

“I don’t know if that’s significant, but I thought you should know.” Dario nodded. “Thank you. I didn’t marry you so you would spy for me.” My chest felt heavy. “I feel like I’m in a tough place. I want us to work and the alliance. I don’t want a war to break out between the cartel and the famiglia with us in the middle.” “Did she say anything else?” A smile came to my lips. “Not spying, right?” “Just curious.” “Patron’s son Aléjandro was in a fight after the reception. Did you hear anything about that?”

The sight of it stirred something in all of them—hope. As they descended, pack warriors noticed them, and the word spread fast. By the time they reached the edge of the dock, Alexandro himself stepped down from the ship to meet them. His eyes locked onto Edward and Jacob—and then landed on their father. “Lord Alaric,” Alexandro said. “Alpha Alexandro,” the older man replied. There was no tension this time, only shared urgency. “I brought help,” Alaric said. “This is Ysolde.” Alexandro studied her, surprised. “The witch?”

But "What the hell? Isn't he supposed to be dead?" "Grandpa!" Bombon scolds him. "I didn't say it, it was my little girl." He mutters, and I see him plant a kiss on Brianna's head, who sticks her tongue out at Alex like a little girl. On the other side of his grandpa is another girl who looks very much like Mrs. Carluccio. She gives me a small smile and continues texting someone on her phone. "This is Lilibeth Carluccio, my mother." Alex says as he approaches his parents. "And this is Yelizaveta Belucci, my girlfriend."

It took Wade a whole minute to recognize the other man with thick eyebrows. "Wait a minute... So Edward Mattson was selling weapons to Arlo, Dominic Luciano's right-hand man?" Wade looked at the photos Alejandro had given him all over again. If he could piece them together with the ones at Vincenzo's house, maybe he could find out what was going on. Alejandro nodded, took out a cigarette, and puffed on it. "I heard that you were the one who put him in prison," Alejandro suddenly mentioned. The room felt stuffy all of a sudden. Wade released a shaky breath and looked up at Alejandro.

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.”

Alejandro cut in, raising his glass, and Damon lifted his slowly in response as they drank together while his eyes narrowed slightly, studying him like something he intended to understand and dismantle at the same time. ‎ ‎"Name?" he asked calmly as he set his glass on the table and Alejandro hesitated briefly. ‎ ‎"Matteo..." he said, glancing around the room before looking back at him while a flicker of amusement passed through Damon's expression. "Matteo Rossi." ‎ ‎"You control most of the port activity in this city. I'm interested in… logistics," Alejandro continued while turning slightly toward him and catching the way he was already looking at him like he was something he had not finish

“Dario let you off of diaper duty for a day?” That made him grin, which as I recalled wasn’t an easy feat. “And for the next few hours, my name is Ms. Alessandra” —Aléjandro thought it was close to his name— “Mancini.” I motioned to Dante. “And my business partner, Edoardo Barone.”