Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 182

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband 

Chapter 182 He Cares 

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Emily crawled back swiftly, her panicked eyes fixed on the men in black who laughed at her mockingly. Ignoring their taunts, she gathered all her strength, pushing herself up and running toward the nearest 

room. 

Seeing this, the goons suddenly stopped laughing. 

“Bitch!” one of them yelled. “Catch her!” another shouted, but Emily didn’t have time to pay attention. Emily darted toward the door, slipped inside, and quickly locked it behind her. Leaning against it, she tried to steady her breathing, but a startled squeal escaped as the door shook violently under the force of the goons pounding. They had reached her, and the door rattled with each hit. Panic surged as she realized with dread–her phone was in the other room. 

Oh God! Now what? Time was running out, and she needed a plan before they broke through. 

Frantically, Emily scanned the room for anything she could use to defend herself. Desperation took over as she shoved the table and sofa across the room, pushing them against the door to reinforce it. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear clawing at her, but she couldn’t stop. She tore open the cupboards, grabbing hangers and anything sharp enough to use as a weapon. Her mind raced, adrenaline surging, knowing it was only a matter of time before the goons forced their way in. 

With each loud bang, the door shook wildly, ready to fall at any moment. But she never saw them break it down. Instead, a loud crash came from outside, followed by the sounds of groaning, shouting, and the unmistakable thud of punches and kicks. Emily was confused, but fear kept her from finding the courage to open the door and see what was happening. After a while, the noises stopped, and she pressed her ear against the door, trying to catch any sounds from the other side. Footsteps approached. Her heart began to race again. 

“Miss Yang, everything is under control. You can come out,” a voice, calm and not intimidating, said from the other side of the door. But Emily’s suspicious and fearful mind wasn’t ready to trust anyone unknown. 

“Miss Yang, don’t worry. We’re Mr. Vinci’s men, and we’re here to ensure you’re safe. He’s on the phone and wants to talk to you,” the voice said again. 

Hearing Matteo’s name, Emily felt a surge of relief. She quickly removed the table and sofa blocking the door. She didn’t know where this sudden strength came from, but she did it swiftly. Unlocking the door, she opened it quickly. 

When she stepped out, she saw that the goons were gone, but her furniture and belongings were in disarray, evidence of a fierce struggle. Her eyes then landed on four intimidating figures, though they weren’t as frightening as the previous intruders. Still, she didn’t feel entirely at ease around them. 

“Where are the men who came to kill me?” Emily asked in a trembling voice. 

Our people handled them and took them to jail,” one of the men replied, extending a phone toward her. “Mr. Vinci is still on the line, ma’am,” he added, gesturing to the phone. 

Emily took the phone and began to speak. “Hello!” Her voice shook, a mix of lingering nervousness and 

newfound relief. 

“Emily!” Matteo’s anxious voice came from the other side of the phone. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he asked, panic evident in his tone. 

“No. I’m fine. I’m fine‘ Frilo secured him though it felt like she was paring to comfort herself as wel 

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“Thank God!” Matteo murmured, but Emily heard it clearly. A wave of strange emotions washed over her as she sensed the fear and care in Matteo’s voice. 

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon. Hold on. My people will ensure your safety until then,” Matteo affirmed before ending the call. 

Matteo’s jaw clenched with fury and determination. He had a strong suspicion of who was behind this, but after interrogating the goons, he would know for sure. Handing the culprit over to the police was out of the question. He intended to deal with the person personally and make sure they faced the consequences for trying to harm Emily. 

Lost in thought, his phone rang. He frowned and glanced at the screen–it was Alessandro. Matteo figured Alessandro must have already learned what happened, especially since Matteo had enlisted the help of Alessandro’s associates in Paris. 

“Matteo, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Alessandro’s worried voice echoed through the phone speaker.