Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 She Is Angry 

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Really? I’d like to see what you can do because Min being to choose me over everything, and you don’t stand a chance Alessandro announced confidently. 

He had seen the same feelings in Mia’s eyes and was suge he hadn’t mistaken them. If anything, she was worth fighting for, and he didn’t have to kill this insigodbeam man to win Min back. She was his. Always! 

“You don’t know it yet, but you’ll disappear before any notices, and no one will ever find you again,” Adam said menacingly 

Alessandro was still amused by the njovic star’s hollow threats. “And you, kiddo, won’t be able to see if it happens or not if I have my way” 

“Kiddo?!” Adam scowled. “Let me show you who the real man is he challenged, clenching his jaw as his eyes shot daggers at the Italian don. 

“You sure you want to challenge me?” Alessandro’s eye in warning: 

ed cold as he lifted one of his thick eyebrows 

Their bodies stood against each other, radiating rage at hostility, ready to collide at any moment. Neither seemed prepared to back down. The war was inevitable, as both men wanted to assert their claim on the one woman they loved 

Alexandro’s hand instinctively went to his chest belt where he used to keep a revolver. But as he was with Alta, he didn’t have a gun with him. Oberwise, he word have shot this stupid movie star and removed his rival in love. Adam elenched his fists, ready to throw pinches and use the shots he had learned in his martial arts training. He was also a national–level shooting champion and could shoot this business tycoon dead in one shot. 

It seemed the confrontation would never end until the door suddenly swung open, revealing Mia’s fuming 

She threw Alessandro’s belongings and clothes out the floor 

“Take your stuff and disappear from my doorstep, both of you! When I open this door again, neither of you should be here, or it won’t be good for you” she warned, seething with rage. 

Both men swallowed at the sight of the angry Goddess and blinked in shock. The door slammed shut once agutin in their faces, making them flinch. Alessandro picked up his things from the floor, while Adam diated someone in his phone. They exchanged one las disdainful glare before turning their backs and heading in separate direction 

Though he had been thrown out of her house, Alessando was happy that Mis didn’t let Adam Whitmore stay either. It was a relief to know she didn’t have feelings for Adam and wasn’t choosing him over Alessandro 

Alessandro didn’t want to leave, but seeing Mis so angry, he thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to stay and uppet her more. He decided to come back when she had calmed down. This also gave him some time to plan how to win her back 

Alessandro took the elevator down while Adam took a diferent elevator. When he reached the ground floor and stepped outsile, his driver and bodyguard, Jan, was waiting by the car. Seeing Alessandro’s frown, John quickly opened the door. 

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Chapter 70 She is Angry 

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Alessandro got inside, and John closed the door behind him. Taking his seat behind the wheel, John asked, “Where to, boss?” 

“Home.” Alessandro replied briefly. 

The car pulled away from Mia’s building, and Alessandro leaned back, already thinking about his next move. He wasn’t going to give up on Mia. 

Alessandro stared blankly out the window, his mind swirling with thoughts of Mia and their heated confrontation. The bustling cityscape and speeding cars outside passed in a haze, unnoticed. The journey home felt like a fleeting moment, a testament to his deep distraction. 

The sleek, black car pulled up to the mansion’s grand porch, its towering columns casting long shadows in the bright afternoon sun. John, his driver and bodyguard, swiftly exited the vehicle and moved to Alessandro’s door. As the door swung open, Alessandro was jolted from his reverie by the warm air. It was a sunny day, and he barely noticed John’s attentive gaze as he stepped out. 

He took a deep breath, the familiar scent of the manicured gardens mingling with the faint tang of city life. The imposing facade of the mansion stood before him, a stark contrast to the turmoil within his heart.