Matteo caught her with his uninjured hand to stop from falling to the floor. He helped her to the sofa, a frown of worry marring his features at seeing her reaction to his presence. He hadn’t at all expected her to react in this manner to him. It was obvious she was shocked beyond words.He leaned in closer to revive her, patting her cheek in a feather soft touch. His heart ached at seeing her again. He hadn’t thought he would live to see her again after Luigi shot him. It was a miracle that he was alive. His eyes took in the dark circles beneath her eyes, the hollow cheekbones, the dull look on her face. Why did she look so devastated? Why wasn’t she happy like she was when he saw her last? He watched her hungrily, as if committing every inch to his memory to last him a lifetime. He didn’t know how she would react when she gained consciousness, but at least he could hope to revive the magic they shared. With his fingers stroking her cheek absent-mindedly, Amelia stirred and opened h
Matteo gaped at her wordlessly, his food forgotten, his face pale with shock. His worst nightmare had come true. How had he not noticed the delicate ring on her finger? His world crashed around him! At that moment, he just wanted to end his wretched life. Of course, she had moved on, fallen in love, and married the one she loved. How could he have hoped for something else? “I see! What’s his name?” It was all he could choke out without breaking down. He wanted to pick up his luggage and drag his wretched body away from her presence. “Ryder Drayton O’Connell!” Amelia couldn’t meet his hurt gaze anymore. She wanted to tell him her reason for marrying Ryder, but Matteo just nodded, picked up his plate, and walked over to the kitchen. Amelia frowned at the strained look on his face. In a minute, he walked over to his room without glancing at her. “I’ll just rest a bit if you don’t mind.” Amelia nodded, but he had already closed his door. She rinsed the rest of the dishes, but all the
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