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.

nodded to the cell guard. "Alright," he replied, then turned back to Tomas with a deadly glare. *Keep that in mind if you want

"I'll

turned and strode out of the cell. The guard followed, locking the

for his cooperation, Matteo left,

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

his father's home. Each passing moment fueled his anger, making the drive feel endless. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as the car covered the distance, his assistant

the door open and sprinted toward the entrance. No one stopped him as he rushed inside. His mother met him in

lighting

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didn't know you were coming!" she exclaimed, her

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remained dark and cold as he cut her off with a

father?"

"He's in the study," she replied cautiously, recognizing that her son was not in the mood to