Who Is Mattheo Riddle Novels & Stories

But Matthew was different. He was cunning, well-connected, and dangerous. Even knowing that Elijah was the heir to the Hardin Group, Matthew still tried to kill him to acquire Heather's holography research, throwing caution to the wind. If Elijah couldn't avoid him, what about Liesel? Elijah's eyes darkened at the thought.

Matteo sat at the head, flanked by two men. To his right was Kai—his Beta—expression unreadable but eyes watchful. To his left was a man I didn’t recognize. Clean-cut, with dark skin and a razor-sharp gaze. Muscular and still. Like a blade sheathed in human skin. “I’m Ezra Vale,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Matteo’s Enforcer.” I inclined my head slightly. “Aveline.” Other figures filled the chairs: two older she-wolves, another Alpha-looking man with a scar across his throat, and a younger woman scribbling notes.

Cad also told us before that the two of them might have a relationship. "We're only 17, we're still short by three," Cad said. "We're already 18, Matthias is just behind you... he's been there for a while," Asher said. We all froze and looked behind Cad, and there was Matthias Luciano, sitting down. We didn't even feel his presence. He's really a mysterious and quiet guy; he's known as Nexus’ silent killer because he kills like a skilled and silent assassin. He's our emotionless member, but he's very dangerous. He also shows no emotion and mercilessly kills people as if he's just killing insects.

"Deep breaths, Vance. Or is it Rossi?" The voice came from my left. I snapped my head up. It wasn’t Nico. It was one of the others the guy that had walked in with him. This one was shorter than Nico, with sandy blonde hair and a smile that looked like it had been sharpened on a whetstone. Matteo. I remembered his name from the terrifying orientation pamphlets I’d memorized. Matteo Rinaldi. The De Luca family’s enforcer-in-training. He leaned against the lockers, tossing a heavy silver lighter between his hands.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

Mateo stood in the corner, arms crossed, with a cold expression. “He is the one,” Mateo said quietly. “Same guy who dropped off the empty envelope at your house.” I walked toward the chair slowly, my shoes echoing against the concrete floor. The man’s eyes widened the closer I got. “I don’t know anything,” he stammered before I said a word. Mateo spoke up, tone flat. “That’s what he has been saying all morning. He claims not to know Judas and says he has never met him.” I crouched down in front of him, meeting his eye level. “That’s funny,” I murmured, “because you were confident enough to walk into my building and leave something for me. Which tells me two things: either you are very brave…

There were too many questions rushing through his mind right now, but as the onslaught continued, there was only one thing that mattered to him, and that was getting to Caine before he could get away. As the new arrival of Ravennites joined the action, the last of the Domineers soon began to lose their will to fight. Matheus attempted to catch his breath and looked hastily around the small battlefield. The first thing that caught his eye was the massive figure of Darowe launching the Domineers off their feet with his club. The very sight of it made him grow a hopeful grin across his face. Matheus’ attention was soon drawn to the shadow of the tree line not far from where they emerged. His ey

The other inside his coat, where the final failsafe pulsed faintly beneath his ribs. Before him sat the only three people in the world who knew how this his life was now going to end: Matteo De Rossi. His Cousin. His right hand man Maria Dolores, a Moretti matriarch, now high priestess of intelligence. They weren’t friends. They were the final council. The ones who would bury him without a grave. “You didn’t call us to plan your death,” Matteo said. “You called us to bless it.” Lorenzo didn’t deny it.

With his wolf howling in his breast, Dominick snarled. The man's smile grew as he cocked his head. "You don't know who I am? It's been a while, I guess. I'd like to introduce myself. I am Kael, Anabella's erstwhile comrade, and I will bring you to an end. Dominick squinted his eyes. "With Lisa, what do you want?"

A feeling of having no control, not thinking what’s right or wrong. The room was dark as I entered. A ray of light peeking in the room. As I approached a bit further, I saw a chair, with a man sitting on it. His hands were tied. Two more silhouettes were standing beside. One of them was Raven. “He is the one. The professor.” he informed me. My eyes were glued on the man sitting confusingly on the chair. “What’s his name?” “Matteo. He is Italian, actually. He just got the job and -,”