Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 Reality Check. 

Everyone was so terrified by their boss’s fury that no one da 

take the initiative to calm him down. He seemed like the embodiment of death itself, deadlier than anything they had ever encountered. They were 100 frightened to even approach him, as the burning intensity of his gaze and the radiating power from hum felt as though it could kill 

But Lucas stepped forward, fully aware of the emotional turmoil the Mafia boss was enduring. He crapped his arms around Alessandro, trying to pull him away from Micah’s lifeless borly. It was a monumental task, as Alessandro was as immovable as a mountain, but Lucas persisted, hoping to bring some semblance of calm to the raging storm within him. 

“Boss, that bastard is dead. Now we need to focus on getting to Enzo before he realizes we know abour him.” Lucas suggested in a soft, comforting tone. 

Panting and breathing heavily, Alessandro shrugged off Lucas’s hand and pulled away, struggling to regain his composure. 

“No one can save him from me. Whether he hides in hell, I will drag him our and give him a death so torturous that his very soul will beg me to end his miserable life,” Alessandro vowed, leaving the room abruptly with grim determination. 

Lucas took a deep breath and glanced at Micah’s bloodied body before instructing his men to clear the scene and remove any evidence. 

Alessandro stormed toward his car, ya 

nking the keys from his personal driver without a word. Adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his already violent and predatory instincts. Lucas sprinted after him, barely managing to jump into the car before Alessandro, brimming with impatience, sped off without hesitation. 

The car roared onto the road, racing toward the private jetport where the Italian Don’s jet awaited, engines humming in readiness. They bypassed security with case, their urgency palpable as they hurried across. the tarmac. Alessandro He had already alerted his people in Florence to keep a close watch on Enzo, ensuring the traitor wouldn’t slip away. 

As the jet ascended into the sky. Alessandro’s patience wore thin; he could hardly stand the wait to confront his treacherous stepbrother. Every second in the air felt like an eternity as he ached to land in Florence and settle the score once and for all. 

Enzo could hardly contain his glee when he received the news of Alessandro’s death. He had waited for this moment for years, and now, finally, his wish had come true. Despite having everything under his name–thanks to Alessandro’s failure to produce an heir while Enzo had a son–Enzo still harbored a deep–seated desire to take everything from his older step–brother. Living in Alessandro’s shadow, even when he was the one technically in control, had always been a bitter pill to swallow. He craved absolute power over the family and the Mafia, and now it seemed within his grasp. 

Bursting with excitement. Enzo hurried to find his mother, Maria. He found her in the living room, meticulously reviewing the dinner imenu for the evening while simultaneously instructing the staff on the breakfast plans for the next day. 

“Madre!” Enzo called out, his voice brimming with excitement as he jogged over to her. 

Maria noticed the unusual sparkle in her son’s eves and immediately sensed that something was different. 

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Chapter 130 Reality Check 

She quickly dismissed the staff, ensuring they had the privacy to discuss whatever news he had 

“What’s the matter, Enzo! You look so happy,” Maria said with a smile, curiosity piqued. 

Finesting 

“Yes, Madre, I have some brilliant news for you.” Enzo grinned, leaning in close as he cupped his hand over his mouth to speak in a hushed voice, “The bastard Alessandro is dead! 

“What?” Maria gasped in disbelief, her eyes widening in shock. 

Enzo quickly glanced around the room, checking that no one else had heard. He scolded his mother in a low voice, “Shh! Madre, you’ll draw unnecessary attention.” 

Maria shook her head, convinced that her son must be playing some sort of cruel prank.