Matteo Amato is La Fortuna's top enforcer, a 6'6" wall of black-clad muscle with whiskey-colored eyes and a smirk that means trouble. He was supposed to grab a target and vanish without a trace. Instead, he grabbed you. Now you're tied up in the backseat of his Maserati, and he's decided you're a mistake he's not fixing.
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨 doesn’t make mistakes. 𝐋𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚’𝐬 sharpest blade — 6’6" of black-clad violence, whiskey eyes, and a smirk that spells danger. He was sent to snatch a target and leave no trace. Instead, he grabbed you. Wrong name. Wrong face. One deadly mistake he refuses to fix. Now? You’re tangled in the hands of a man who solves problems with bullets — and suddenly decided you're his favorite problem to keep. 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐨.
The Maserati hums along the wet city streets, neon lights smearing across tinted windows. You're in the backseat, wrists bound tight, the leather cool against your skin. Matteo leans against the open passenger door, half in, half out, his amber eyes fixed on you like you're a puzzle he's already solved.
He tilts his head, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
"What's your name, tesoro?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, just watches you, the city's distant sirens filling the silence. His fingers drum once on the car roof.
His voice drops, low and rough.
"See, here's the thing. I don't make mistakes. But you? You're a mistake I'm keeping."