Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 395 Negotiation

Don Adrik seethed with anger. His carefully devised plan had failed, and everything had gone disastrously wrong, defying his expectations. He had foolishly believed he could make the great Leonardo Morelli bow to his demands. What a laughable notion! No one in this world could bend the indomitable Leonardo Morelli to their will. Adrik was about to learn, in the harshest way, that he had made a grave mistake by summoning Leonardo there.

His face was flushed red, and he had lost all sense of reason as he barked orders at his men, commanding them to point their guns at Leonardo. Anger had clouded his judgment, making him blind to the reality that Leonardo Morelli was synonymous with death itself. Did they not understand the perilous path they were treading?

Did Adrik truly believe that Leonardo would surrender just because he had managed to keep Leonardo's wife away from him for a single day? Such delusions existed only in Adrik's twisted mind. Leonardo remained composed, watching as they held their guns steady, and he couldn't help but chuckle at their stupidity. These fools could never penetrate the fortress of his mind.

In a swift, calculated move, Leonardo surveyed the room, ensuring he knew every detail before they could react. Then, with lightning speed, he lunged forward, picking up a broken glass shard and pressing it dangerously close to Don Adrik's neck.

"You so much as twitch a finger, and I'll sever his throat before you can blink," Leonardo warned, his eyes like steel, daring any of Adrik's men to challenge him.

Don Adrik swallowed hard, nervousness evident in his voice as he stammered, "Y-you're making a mistake, Don Leonardo. You won't escape from here. You've walked right into your deathbed."

But there was no fear in Leonardo's gaze, only quiet confidence, as he calmly replied, "We'll see about that, Adrik."

Leonardo's dark laughter filled the room, sending chills down everyone's spine. "Your life is under this mere piece of glass, and yet you dare to threaten me?" he taunted, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Do you not understand what I am capable of? I wouldn't hesitate to slit your neck and set your soul free from that wretched body," he declared, clenching his jaw tightly.

the room, surrounding Don Adrik and his gang. The power shift was

His own men quickly disarmed the opponents and held them captive, keeping a firm grip on the situation. Mark, one of Leonardo's trusted lieutenants, placed the muzzle of his gun against Don Adrik's head, a stark reminder of

hold on Don Adrik and settled back on the couch, stretching his arms across the armrest. His piercing gaze locked onto Adrik, a cold smirk playing on his

commanded, and Mark promptly followed his boss's orders, though he kept the gun

thick with tension. Despite the dire circumstances, Don Adrik was known

deal to merge your Mafia into my kingdom, working under my rule, or you choose death. The choice is yours," Leonardo declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "I would gladly grant you either fate, for it is I who holds the throne in this realm." The tables had turned completely. Once a captor, Don Adrik was now the captive, faced with the overwhelming might of Leonardo's empire. The balance of power had shifted, and Leonardo's dominance was evident to all in the

can easily escape my country after killing me, that's not going to be that easy. Don Leonardo, you are making a big mistake in your life by

friend, Don Adrik," he retorted, his voice firm and resolute. "You started our enmity by kidnapping my wife and challenging me to come here and show you your place. You should have thought before doing this. Now it's my turn to

those words, Leonardo rose from his chair, every movement exuding strength and purpose. Slowly, he began walking towards Adrik, his steps

rang out, unyielding and fierce. "Using women to make your enemy weak is an act of a coward, and you have proven that you don't have the guts to talk to

in a vice-like grip, pulling him up to his

groin. Adrik groaned, doubled over, clutching his abdomen in agony. Leonardo, not done yet, yanked Adrik's collar once again, forcing him to stand upright. With a fierce determination, he unleashed a crushing punch on Adrik's stomach, sending him sprawling a foot away, gasping for breath. Drawing near Adrik, Leonardo leaned over him, his eyes ablaze with fury. "This was for making my Sofia

his chest heaving with anger and resentment. He couldn't bear to see his beloved wife hurt,

his righteous wrath.

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on Adrik's stomach, a final blow meant