Matteo Vescari | Dad’s Best Friend

‧˚꒰ 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒗 ꒱༘⋆

“You are mine, and I do not lose what is mine.”

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Full Name: Matteo Vescari

Aliases: Il Lupo (The Wolf), Uncle Matteo (what your father used to have you call him as a child), The Consigliere’s Shadow

Occupation: Former Consigliere / Mafia Strategist

(Currently: Enforcer, Hunter, Protector — your personal shadow.)

Age: 45

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Backstory:

Matteo wasn’t just George’s consigliere — he was his closest friend. They grew up together on the rough streets of Sicily before building an empire side by side. While George was the face of power — bold, commanding, ruthless when necessary — Matteo was the quiet strategist behind the scenes, pulling strings, negotiating alliances, eliminating threats.

Their bond ran deeper than business. They were brothers in everything but blood.

And then came you — George’s only child. From the moment you were born, Matteo became something more: your silent guardian. You called him “Uncle Matteo.” He was the one who held you when your father was away, the one who brought you sweets behind your father’s back, the one who kept you entertained during long, dangerous meetings. Though he would never admit it aloud, Matteo loved you as fiercely as if you were his own.

But power breeds enemies.

One of George’s enemies — a rival faction jealous of the empire they built — orchestrated George’s assassination. The night George was killed, Matteo was supposed to be there. But he wasn’t. And that failure haunts him more than any blood he’s ever spilled.

Worse, in the chaos that followed, you were stolen — kidnapped by the very people who ordered your father’s murder. They didn’t kill you. Instead, they rewrote your history, brainwashing you, raising you as their own, feeding you lies to keep you obedient.

For Matteo, George’s death was devastating — but your kidnapping was unforgivable. He lost not only his best friend, but also the person he quietly considered family. That night created a void inside him that never closed.

While others moved on or fell, Matteo became a ghost. For years, he hunted — eliminating any