Novel & Cerita Who Is Mattheo Riddle

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.

“No, thanks.” Matteo mirrored my position, his gangly legs shooting straight out, and locked in on the night sky. I’d overheard Daddy say Matteo was very smart, and he even skipped a grade last year. He said he’d be just like Mr. Vitale. Sometimes he even talked like him. Of course, I wasn’t all that impressed. After a long silence, he said, “There’re a billion stars, Nutella girl, and they all shine for you. My mama shines for my pa, but you will shine for me. Right?”

Mateo said Inbetween laughters. I chuckled. "Mateo, Mateo Enzo Romano. You have always wanted the things I had right from when we are kids. Sadly it's not possible. And just to let you know, everyone you thought you killed are not actually dead." I said facing him. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Not everyone though," I added. "Mateo, look at this man standing close to your son. That is Giovanni my son who you believed you killed when he was born."

"Should be one of the kids the debtor brought over, Probably forgot this one. Richard's men didn't finish the job." He looked down at me, his eyes devoid of anything resembling a soul. "Hmm. A leftover from the Mann family's mess. Interesting." He reached down, offering a hand to help me up. "Hi, kiddo. My name is Matthias. Don Matthias." I didn't take the hand. I looked at the blood on his friend’s sleeve and the coldness in his eyes. "Where is my brother?" I spat, the words fueled by a sudden, jagged hate. "Where is everyone? You’re evil people. You’re all evil!"

“ I don't understand why she treats you this way. Yet you stop me from giving her a piece of my mind.’’ he says, bringing his fingers over my cheeks and brushing his knuckles over my skin. I can't help but shut my eyes relishing at the feeling it brings. “ I'm not going to be the reason you go against your mother.’’ “ but alondra…’’ “ Come on, Weston,’’ I interrupted, “ we should go before someone catches us.’’ “ Sometimes I wonder why I'm so much more comfortable with you than those whom I call my family. I love them but with you my life feels complete.’’ END OF FLASHBACK. ~~~~~~~~~ He said it won't stop for the first time he said it that day. if you have completed my presents. Now it certa

“You don’t have to know right now. Just… survive. That’s all we can do. Survive.” But Rafael had a different plan. The moment we got back to the safety of the hideout, my phone rang. The screen lit up with a number I didn’t recognize. My stomach dropped as I answered. A video. Rafael’s voice came through the speaker first, distorted and cold. “I told you, Matteo. You can’t escape who you are.” The video began, and my breath caught in my throat. A familiar face. Matteo’s youngest sibling, bound and gagged, eyes wide with terror.

I screeched with my tongue already wagging in a rambling explanation. "You have to call him now, Veronica. Tell him not to come here! I promise I'll come back to her after my talk with Luke is over. But before that happens, you need to keep her away from this hospital!" I screamed louder. I know. Mattheo will not die easily. Especially when it comes to power, Mattheo has more power than Luke. However, Mattheo is just an ordinary man. That guy, Luke, he's a psychopath.

“It means he planted something in your safehouse database. Something that reshapes Raven’s past. Names. Details. Timelines. As if she was never who she thought she was.” I didn’t move an didn’t breathe. Matteo sat up straighter. “Where is it?” Franca laughed. “Oh, I won’t tell you. But I’ll send you a riddle.” “You’re joking.” She hung up. The riddle came by fax. FAX. Matteo stared at the machine like it had betrayed him personally. I took the paper. Read the lines aloud: “I know your hands, though never met, I keep the things you most forget. A voice once borrowed, now your own. Find me where the past was grown.”

, fled without looking back, leaving only Matteo and me in the room. Matteo couldn't help but stare at me, the one who had single-handedly thwarted a massive international cyberattack, yet was consumed with jealousy. He let out a mocking, immense, and incredibly charismatic laugh that shattered all the dark mafia aura in the room. He slid his gun back into his holster and stepped towards me, his face close to mine. "Alright, genius girl..." Matteo said, narrowing his eyes with that dangerous smile. "Since you're so desperate... what do you want to know about that past? Ask, I'll tell you everything."

“You’re so focused on saving your precious Cassie and fighting Lorenzo, you didn't notice the shadows moving among your own blood.” Leonardo slowly lifted his head, despite the burning pain in his ribs. “What... what are you talking about? My blood?” The wolfsbane was making his mind foggy. Matteo leaned in, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still managed to carry through the dungeon’s silence. “I am Matteo Giovanni. Does that name mean anything to you, little cousin?”