Matteo slowly walked towards her, his eyes glinting with excitement. After her indirect confession, he aborted all his earlier plans of leaving her. Now he was eager to make her his for life. Amelia took a step backward, unaware of what she had confessed to Ryder in the heat of the moment. “Were you leaving, Matteo?” she asked in a whisper. Her instincts were right. He was leaving her, without a word, without a message. No wonder she had the eerie feeling of dread gripping her heart earlier. Her heart could feel it. Her back touched a wall, and she stopped, her breath hitching in anticipation. “Yes, but not anymore.” He stopped inches from her, his eyes searching hers. He could clearly see the love she felt for him. Matteo pushed a strand of hair away from the face and tucked it behind her ear. Amelia closed her eyes when his fingertips touched her skin. When she opened her eyes, he had closed the distance between them. He jammed his arms on either side of her body, trapping her bet
Amelia’s heart skipped a beat at his announcement. She could see herself being happily married to Matteo, and it gave her the zeal to unite with him totally. She cupped his cheeks and pulled her towards him. “I’ll wait for your proposal!” she whispered against his lips. He closed the distance between them and claimed her lips hungrily, all other thoughts completely disappearing from his mind. His kiss turned demanding, a groan erupting in his throat. His hand drifted over her silken skin, making a gasp of pleasure escape her mouth. He took advantage and immediately plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth. His fingers curled into her hair, tipping her head back to dominate the kiss better. Amelia’s head reeled from the savage kiss yet she kissed him back with the same ferocity as he did. A wave of smoldering desire exploded between them, soon peaking to a raging blaze of passion. His fingers glided under her top, slowly easing out her perky breasts from the flimsy undergarment. Hi
Amelia’s eyes widened, realizing what he meant. Of course, her feelings didn’t lessen a bit, but she needed to know everything about him. “You used to work before to pay off your family debt. Right? Then why now?” Matteo sighed and closed his eyes for a minute. It was now or never. He had to tell her the truth and be prepared to take the risk. He could hide from the world, but not from Amelia. “I worked as the underboss to Alphonso Di Salvo, Don of NSM, one of the most notorious mafia gangs in Europe. For five years, I paid off the debt I had taken, yet Don didn’t release me. I escaped them and went home, but they captured me. I fled to New York, but Bill Phantom contacted Don and gave me away in return for money.” Amelia gasped at what exactly happened. She knew he used to work for the mafia but she wasn’t aware that Phantom could do such a thing. Matteo told her everything that happened after she left. He explained about Sofia and her intentions, about Luigi’s threat, about the a
Amelia turned to give her dad a look of surprise. How could he threaten Matteo instead of the hateful Ryder? Didn’t he see the way he hit her? Matteo released Ryder, who smirked at him in return. It made Matteo’s blood boil, and he punched him in the face. Blood oozed from his wounds while Amelia covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her dad strode towards Matteo and pushed him backward. “Get out of my apartment right now!” he gritted out. Matteo gaped at him and then at Amelia. What just happened? Didn’t he save Amelia from being physically abused by her ex-husband? “Are you supporting him, Mr. Mitchell? He just hit your daughter.” “I’m not answerable to you, Ricci. With whose permission are you staying here in my apartment?” he demanded angrily. “Mine, Dad. He’s staying with me. Why are you after Matteo? Can’t you deal with Ryder instead?” “I will deal with him later, but first I need to get this man arrested. He can’t stay here.” “Fine. I’m leaving,” said Matteo,
“Two men visited us three days ago, Matteo. They inquired after you. We informed them you didn’t return from your trip. They discussed amongst themselves in your language. We couldn’t understand anything they said. They left but returned last evening to ask about you again. One of them said you were dead. They introduced themselves as your family and wanted your apartment keys,” said Freddie. Matteo frowned at the information. “What did they look like?” He took out his mobile phone and showed them a picture of his siblings, Marcello and Marco. “No, Matteo, the men didn’t look like them. Are these your brothers? They resemble you,” said Seth. “Yes. Then how did they look?” Matteo was at his wit’s end. Did Luigi send his men to take over his business? “They were twins, Matteo, although they disguised themselves,” said Freddie. Matteo frowned at the information. The only twins he knew were the Moretti brothers, Rafael and Ross. Did they come over thinking him dead? Why would they com
“Matteo, I envy you. You’re lucky to have someone like Amelia in your life! I wish she had a sister. I could marry!” said Rafael with a look of longing. “I have a sister, but she’s too young for you. She’s just sixteen.” Laughed Amelia unaware of Rafael's motive. It was just the information he needed. “My bad!” chuckled Rafael, his eyes glinting with excitement. His criminal mind had already started plotting. Matteo looked ill at ease with their conversation. He wanted to warn Amelia to keep quiet but with Rafael watching them like a hawk, he couldn’t do a thing. “Rafael, help yourself to these.” He pushed the plate of fritters and meatballs Amelia had made for him. Rafael helped himself to the food when his phone buzzed with an incoming call from his twin. Matteo instantly panicked. Ross Moretti, with a twisted mind, was a bigger criminal than Rafael. “I’ll leave Matteo. Thanks for the treat, Amelia. Ross is waiting for me at the Visa office.” He got up to leave, and Matteo relea
Seven Months LaterAmelia opened the parcel her lawyer had couriered her. She had been eager to know the status of her divorce, yet there had been no news so far. It was only when she returned home for lunch did she receive the package from her lawyer. With Matteo still at the shop, she smiled all by herself, taking out the document. Her smile widened at the realization that she was free at last. Free to marry Matteo. For the last seven months, she and Matteo shared a beautiful time with each other. Their love for one another intensified to such a level that they had grown inseparable now. For the last seven months, she had tried to reach out to her parents multiple times, but they were adamant. They could only forgive her if she left Matteo and returned to them forever. Last month, after the last futile attempt, she gave up hope. She had been upset for a week but Matteo’s love and understanding comforted her a lot. They hadn’t announced their relationship to Matteo’s family yet,
Matteo called Rafael the next day to drill some good sense into his criminal mind. He couldn’t sit back and watch him destroy Amelia’s family. “Hai le informazioni sbagliate, Matteo. Adesso sono in Sud Africa,” said Rafael, completely denying his allegations. (You’ve got the wrong information, Matteo. I’m in South Africa, right now.)“I've heard from reliable sources. If any of it is true, I’ll not leave you, Rafael. You can’t destroy Amelia’s family.” “I can never do such a thing, Matteo. Relax. They’re making up stories because they’re against your wedding.” Matteo disconnected the call since there was no point arguing with his evil cousin. He would never own up to his crime. The whole afternoon he was a little upset since he couldn’t solve Amelia’s problem. However, since the phone call to Rafael, he received a couple of blank calls on his mobile number. Who would give him blank calls? He waited for Amelia but she didn’t return to the shop after lunch. He knew Gia had called he