Chapter 135 Getting Back What's His

The entire journey from Florence to Monaco was a battle against his own rage. Alessandro's hands clenched and unclenched, his jaw tight as he tried to keep his fury in check. The hours dragged on, each minute heightening his anxiety. By the time his jet touched down in Nice, he was barely holding it together. As soon as the plane's door opened, Alessandro stormed down the steps, his eyes blazing with a cold fire. Matteo was already waiting near the car, leaning against the sleek black vehicle with a look of tense anticipation. He straightened as Alessandro approached, his expression mirroring the intensity in his friend's eyes. "Alessandro, I've gathered all the information I could," Matteo said, more as a statement than a greeting, opening the car door for Alessandro. "Good! Let's go then," Alessandro replied curtly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sharp breath. Matteo climbed into the driver's seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel as the engine roared to life. The car sped out of the airport, the tension between them palpable. After a few moments of silence, Matteo glanced at Alessandro, his tone laced with concern. "So, what are you going to do?" Alessandro frowned, his gaze shifting from the passing scenery to Matteo. "What do you mean, what am I going to do?" "I mean, do you have a plan? Or are you just going to show up and ask Mia to come back?" Matteo's voice was edged with frustration as he challenged his friend's approach. Alessandro's jaw tightened, a mix of anger and anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "I don't need a plan to get my family to return home with me, okay?" he shot back, his tone harsh. The doubt in Matteo's voice only served to heighten his frustration. "Alessandro, he's the Duke of Monaco, and you're about to invade his estate. It's going to be a war if we don't handle this properly," Matteo warned, his voice laced with concern. He was not only the Italian don's best friend but also his lawyer, fully aware of the trouble Alessandro would likely plunge himself into if he acted on impulse. Alessandro's eyes were like steel as he turned to Matteo. "I don't give a damn who he is. I only waited and didn't claim what was mine because I didn't want my family to be in danger. But now that all the threats are gone and the main culprit, Enzo, is dead, I'm determined to bring them home. No one is going to stand in my way this time." Nodding in understanding of his friend's emotions, Matteo kept his eyes on the road but didn't back down. "But what about Mia, man? Alessandro, this isn't some business deal you can muscle your way through. We're talking about your wife and children. You can't just go barging in without thinking it through." Alessandro's hands balled into fists, his patience wearing thin. "I've thought about nothing else since I found out where they are. But I don't need a damn plan. I just need to bring them back where they belong—with me." Matteo sighed, trying to temper his own frustration. "And what if it's not that simple? What if Mia doesn't want to come back? What if Alexander—" "I don't care what that bastard wants!" Alessandro interrupted, his voice rising. Alexander Montecarlo might be a powerful figure, a duke with elite connections and an army of bodyguards, but nothing and no one could stop Alessandro from taking his family back. "Mia is my wife. Gia and Maximo are my children. I'm not leaving Monaco without them, no matter what it takes." Matteo glanced with concern at him briefly before returning his gaze to the road. "You're walking into dangerous territory, Alessandro," Matteo warned, his tone serious. "This isn't just about taking back what's yours. You have to think about Mia—what she's been through, how she feels. If you force her into something she's not ready for, you could lose her again. And this time, it might be for good." "That's not going to happen, Matteo," Alessandro replied, his voice firm and unwavering. "I lost her once, and I'm not letting that happen again. I don't care if I have to go beyond reason or logic—I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her home with me." Matteo sighed, sensing the difficulty in getting through to his friend. "Just remember, Alessandro, you shut her out without a word last time. She deserves more than just your anger or force." Alessandro exhaled sharply, his anger momentarily giving way to a deeper anxiety. "I get it. I know I've screwed up. But this isn't about anyone else now. It's about getting my family back where they belong, and I won't let anyone, not even that Duke, keep me from doing that." The car sped down the highway, the tension inside thickening with every mile. Matteo knew his friend was driven by love and desperation, but he also understood that this situation required more than sheer determination. He wasn't going to leave his friend's side, fully aware of the trouble that was about to come.