Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 240 Face To Face

Matteo's fists clenched as he stepped closer, his gaze deadly and unwavering. +5 Pearls

"Get one thing straight, Tomas," he growled, his jaw tight as he glared menacingly at him. "Emily is mine. and anyone who dares to mess with her becomes my enemy. The whole world knows what Matteo Vinci does to his enemies-they don't last long." His voice was low but filled with an unmistakable threat, sending a shiver down Tomas's spine.

Tomas fell to his knees, trembling, pleading desperately, "No, Mr. Vinci, I was manipulated. I swear, I'll never go near Emily again!"

He barely finished his sentence when Matteo's fist landed hard on his face, the punch so powerful that Tomas groaned in pain as he fell to the ground, the impact-leaving no doubt about the severity of Matteo's warning. "Don't you fucking dare say her name with that filthy mouth of yours," Matteo snarled, his voice sounding like a furious roar.

At the sound of the commotion, the cell guard hurried over, starting to open the door as he sensed things were about to escalate further. Matteo took a controlled breath, reigning in his fury, and straightened his suit jacket, dusting off his sleeves with a cold composure. Tomas, his face bruised and bloody, looked up, desperation in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice shaking. "I'll never do anything like that again. Please... forgive me."

The guard cleared his throat. "Sir, time's up. You need to leave," he reminded Matteo, casting a wary glance at Tomas's bloodied face.

with a deadly glare. *Keep that in mind if you want to live. It doesn't matter where you are; ending you

nodded frantically. "I'll remember, Mr.

out of the cell. The guard

to the jail officer for his cooperation, Matteo left, his mind already focused on those responsible for forcing Emily away from

city and no one had informed him-not even his father-about his sudden trip. His mother told him that his father was in the city for some so-called urgent work and had left as soon as his tasks were complete. But, Matteo knew exactly what kind of work his father had rushed to attend to in Paris. He changed his route, now heading directly to

drive feel endless. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as the car covered the distance, his assistant steering them steadily toward his

the front of his father's mansion, Matteo yanked the door open and sprinted toward the entrance. No one stopped him

lighting un at the sight

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coming!"

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cold as he cut

father?"

smile faltered. "He's in the study," she replied cautiously, recognizing that her son was