Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 79 What A Woman Wants +5 Pearls

It was late evening, and Alessandro was deep in a meeting at the mafia headquarters. The air was thick with tension. They had a lead on the traitor feeding information to the rival gang, but the informer's tip was proving worthless.

Alessandro's patience wore thin. "You come to me with this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. The informer stammered, trying to explain, but Alessandro's glare silenced him.

"You're wasting my time with these baseless rumors," Alessandro said coldly. "Do you know what happerts to people who waste my time?"

The informer paled, trembling under Alessandro's gaze,

"If you ever come to me with useless information again Alessandro continued, his voice deadly calm. "you'll leave this room in a body bag. Now get out."

The informer fled, leaving Alessandro's men in tense silence. Alessandro didn't need to raise his voice to make his threat clear. His words were final, and everyone in the room knew he meant every word.

"Find the traitor," Alessandro ordered, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "And when you do, bring them to me. Alive"

There was no mistaking the promise of violence in his eyes. In Alessandro's world, betrayal wasn't just punished-it was annihilated.

He quickly left the operations room and strode straight to the room where Matteo was waiting for him. Matteo had some pressing legal issues regarding Alessandro's black money that could cause serious trouble and even expose his identity to the police if not handled in time. As soon as Alessandro entered. the room, he noticed Matteo watching the news,

"What's going on?" Alessandro asked carelessly.

"Nothing, just passing time with the news," Matteo replied casually.

"Alright, let's get started," Alessandro said, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Matteo picked up a file to hand it to the mafia king, but before he could, the news changed, capturing both of their attention.

Alessandro's jaw clenched, and his expression darkened with a murderous glare as the news unfolded before him: Adam Whitmore was proposing to Mia, and she had accepted. Then they kissed.

The sight of it sent a cold fury through him. His grip tightened on the glass in his hand until it shattered, the shards piercing his palm.

screen exploded into

from Alessandro's hand. Alessandro was fuming with anger, low growls escaping his mouth with every heavy breath and pant. His eyes blazed

television, his movements quick and determined. He yanked open the first drawer

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by rage, kept going. Matteo had no choice but to rush after him, grabbing Alessandro's arm with a firm grip to stop him.

How dare he kiss my

think about what we should

raging within them. Matteo could feel the trembling intensity of Alessandro's fury through the grip on his arm, but he held

trembled with a mixture of anger and pain, his eyes reflecting the torment inside

talk to her peacefully and sort it out. Anger and violence will not solve anything." Matteo advised, his voice

killed that bastard the day I met him," Alessandro growled, gritting his teeth at the memory of his encounter with Adam at Mia's home. "Once he's gone, no one will come between us," he declared coldly. Matteo rubbed his head in

voice urgent. "Remember, you lost her once because of your ego. Now you're risking losing her again, going to do something that can hurt her too. I'm warning you, if you lose

what should I do, Matteo?" Alessandro huffed in a tone of defeat, his shoulders slumping in disappointment.

She accepted the marriage proposal of that bloody movie star?!" His voice trembled with disbelief as if his heart refused to accept the truth. "Is he more handsome and wealthier than me?! His forehead wrinkled

my friend. She was not like those women who go for looks and wealth." Matteo smiled mockingly. However, his

does she want?" Alessandro bellowed in frustration, his outburst

anger and impatient nature. Though he had never been in love, he could see the agony in Alessandro's eyes. The Italian

you," Matteo suggested sincerely. "Talk to her, but speak to her only when you're sober and not

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