Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 135 Getting Back What's His

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The entire journey from Florence to Monaco was a battle against his own rage. Alessandro's hands clenched and unclenched, his jaw tight as he tried to keep his fury in check. The hours dragged on, each minute heightening his anxiety. By the time his jet touched down in Nice, he was barely holding it together.

As soon as the plane's door opened, Alessandro storined down the steps, his eyes blazing with a cold fire. Matteo was already waiting near the car, leaning against the sleek black vehicle with a look of tense anticipation. He straightened as Alessandro approached, his expression mirroring the intensity in his friend's eyes.

"Alessandro, I've gathered all the information I could," Matteo said, more as a statement than a greeting, opening the car door for Alessandro.

"Good! Let's go then," Alessandro replied curtly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sharp breath.

Matteo climbed into the driver's seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as the engine roared to life. The car sped out of the airport, the tension between them palpable. After a few moments of silence, Matteo glanced at Alessandro, his tone laced with concern. "So, what are you going to do?"

the passing scenery to Matteo. "What

to show up and ask Mia to come back?" Matteo's voice was edged with frustration as he challenged his friend's approach. Alessandro's jaw tightened,

don't need a plan to get my family to return home with me, okay?" he shot back, his tone

It's going to be a war if we don't handle this properly," Matteo warned, his voice laced with concern. He was not only the Italian don's best friend but also his lawyer, fully aware

want my family to be in danger. But now that all the threats are gone and the main culprit, Enzo, is dead, I'm determined to bring them home.

his eyes on the road but didn't' down. "But what about Mia, man? Alessandro, this isn't some business deal you can muscle your way through. We're

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hands balled into fists, his patience wearing thin. "I've thought about nothing else since I found out where they are. But I don't need a damn plan.

"And what if it's not that simple? What if Mia doesn't Want to come back? What

care what that hastard wants!" Alessandro interninted his voice rising

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135 Getting Back What's His

duke with elite connections, and an army of bodyguards, but nothing and no one could stop Alessandro from taking his family back. "Mia is my