Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 20 First Time

Alessandro's face was gloomy and cold as he watched Mia drop Adam Whitmore at the aport. They hugged before Adam left, and Miaggot into the car and headed to her office.

Dangerous emotions swirled in Alessandro's heart as he watched them together. He instructed his driver to follow her car. He watched her go to her office before heading to his own office to work. After a few hours and attending two meetings, he felt unwell and left for home, instructing his assistant to reschedule his meetings for tomorrow.

I was expecting you home earlier, Alessandro, Matteo's sarcastic tone greeted him as Alessandro entered the apartment where he was staying in Paris while his mansion was being prepared. Alessandro scowled at him.

"What are you doing here, Matteo? Don't you have work?" Alessandro grumbled.

Matteo remained silent for a long minute, glancing at his friend who looked weak and haggard from not eating properly for days. Alessandro had almost lost his appetite and sleep, the dark circles under his blue eyes proof of his struggles. He had lost a lot of weight and no longer cared about his appearance, his overgrown stubble and hair a testament to his neglect. Who would believe this was the dangerous and cruel mafia king feared by everyone? This time, he looked like a man in desperate need of help.

And Matteo was not going to leave him alone when he knew his friend needed him. He had seen Alessandro go through this stage six years ago, and it had taken a long time for him to recover from the shock. But this time was different, and Matteo couldn't let the mafia king torture himself like this again. He decided to stay, delegating all his important work to his assistant, just to be with his best friend.

"I was going to ask you the same question, Alessandro," Matteo shot back. "I thought you had work here for only two days. Now it's been more than a week and you're still here."

"My work requires me to stay longer," Alessandro replied indifferently as he headed to his room, with Matteo following closely behind.

"Come on, Alessandro. Look at yourself. What happened to the ruthless mafia king? You look like shit," Matteo said, wincing as Alessandro glared at him murderously through the mirror while taking off his tie.

worried about you. You haven't eaten anything in a week, and you haven't even taken a bath," Matteo sighed, holding up his hands in surrender before the mafia king could pull out his gun and shoot him dead. "How long

as he went to

went downstairs, leaving the food on

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his friend destroy his life as if punishing himself for something. His heart. ached for the mafia king. Alessandro had done many bad things, but he had also

churn with fear. If Alessandro had truly lost the

his friend with anger and snatched the glass of scotch from his hands. "I won't let you do this to yourself, even if you

making Matteo tremble slightly, but

can't see you like this,"

Matteo who truly cared about him. Everyone else. was there for his wealth or out of

go away," Alessandro groaned as he poured himself another glass and gulped it

accept defeat. However, making Alessandro do something was an impossible task. Feeling frustrated, Matteo slammed the glass on the bar

of, he couldn't forget about the reality and the pain and emptiness in his heart. He quickly grabbed his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder,

window. Her

if the heavens

was overworked and was trying to sleep, but something was bothering her, making her heart restless. On impulse, she went to open her window to get some fresh air and stared at the dark sky, adorned with

unconsciously smiled at her cute actions. His dull eyes brightened, never leaving her for even a moment, as his lips curled up into a smile so