Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 544 Let Me Heal You *Blair*

I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door. Ever since I'd learned about Emile's betrayal, I'd been yearning to see Maddox. Unfortunately, he'd been swamped with his Beta responsibilities, and I couldn't get a moment with him. But now, the news had reached me

that he was about to leave with Zander. I couldn't wait any longer. My feet carried me to his doorstep.

I gently knocked and waited there with a pounding heart. The door slowly creaked open. A look of sheer surprise washed over Maddox's face.

"Blair?! Umm... You need something?" His voice quivered with concern, and his eyes held a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"Can I come in?" I whispered, a soft smile on my lips.

Maddox hesitated for a moment, then opened the door wide and stepped aside, granting me entry. I heard the door close softly behind me. As I entered his room, I couldn't help but inhale deeply, lost in the scent that surrounded me. It was distinctly Maddox, a blend of the forest and the refreshing aroma of rain.

My heart raced wildly with his presence so close, and I could sense his eyes on me, even without looking at him. It made me want to turn and run into his arms, but I resisted, focusing instead on the room to banish those tempting thoughts from my mind.

The room exuded an air of elegance, with its stark contrast of ivory and black furnishings. The walls stood pristine in white, absorbing the heavy silence that hung between us. Maddox stood there, his patience a testament to his unwavering composure. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts before I summoned the courage to face him.

"Maddox, I heard about Emile," I whispered, my eyes filled with empathy, searching his.

His frown deepened, and he averted his gaze.

"Blair, if you want to talk about those things, I don't have time. I have to leave in a

few hours, and I have to pack and prepare for it," he said with a curt edge, striding purposefully to the table where maps and notes sprawled like a cartographer's

lay scattered on his bed, a visual indicator

a fantasy that drew an involuntary hitch in my breath. Panic seized me, and I shook my head vigorously to dispel the tempting reverie. "Maddox, talk

his eyes fixed on the intricate details of the map. However, his grip on the pencil in his hand tightened painfully, indicating

I declared, my refusal cutting through

of fury, his anger palpable in

words sharp and laced with resentment. "Hell, no! Why would I mock my mate?" I snapped back, irritation bubbling up at the unjust blame he seemed to cast upon me. "I don't fucking have a mate! And I don't ever want to have one," he growled, fiercely glaring at me in a display of

But you have me!

We both are mates, and the Moon

try my patience. I

a good situation to

eyes darkening

vulnerability beneath his toughenet

silent

understanding.

him. Despite his vehement denial, the pain he carried was evident. Emile's betrayal had inflicted wounds that

Maddox," I murmured, my gaze softening with all the love I

the air as I bared

pain," I admitted, a quiet resolve in my voice as

palpable - a sudden jolt, an Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

the distance between us, our gazes looking in a

understanding. Summoning el

our connection, the undeniable bond of mates, lingered in the air like an