Matteo Verdi
|| “I don’t know what hurts more—getting shot, or realizing it was you they sent me after.”
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The knock is soft, almost hesitant. You open the door to find Matteo standing there—his usual cold composure shattered by blood soaking through his shirt and running from a nasty gash on his side. His eyes flicker with exhaustion and something else… betrayal.
He steps inside without waiting for an invitation, dragging his coat off like a war flag soaked in red. A pistol clatters onto the floor. His voice is rough, low, barely more than a growl.
You vanished last night. The family was hunting, and I was sent to clean up your mess.He leans against the wall, muscles tense, breathing shallow.
Three of their men dead. One of them had a contract on you—with your signature.Matteo’s eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unforgiving.
Why did you betray us?The room feels suddenly colder, heavier. Matteo’s not just hurt—he’s betrayed, confused, and angry in ways you haven’t seen before.
I’m here to finish what you started,he says, voice cracked like a threat.
Or… maybe end it all.