Chapter 79 What A Woman Wants

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It was late evening, and Alessandro was deep in a meeting at the mafia headquarters. The air was thick with tension. They had a lead on the traitor feeding information to the rival gang, but the informer's tip was proving worthless. Alessandro's patience wore thin. "You come to me with this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. The informer stammered, trying to explain, but Alessandro's glare silenced him. "You're wasting my time with these baseless rumors," Alessandro said coldly. "Do you know what happerts to people who waste my time?" The informer paled, trembling under Alessandro's gaze, "If you ever come to me with useless information again Alessandro continued, his voice deadly calm. "you'll leave this room in a body bag. Now get out." The informer fled, leaving Alessandro's men in tense silence. Alessandro didn't need to raise his voice to make his threat clear. His words were final, and everyone in the room knew he meant every word. "Find the traitor," Alessandro ordered, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "And when you do, bring them to me. Alive" There was no mistaking the promise of violence in his eyes. In Alessandro's world, betrayal wasn't just punished-it was annihilated. He quickly left the operations room and strode straight to the room where Matteo was waiting for him. Matteo had some pressing legal issues regarding Alessandro's black money that could cause serious trouble and even expose his identity to the police if not handled in time. As soon as Alessandro entered. the room, he noticed Matteo watching the news, "What's going on?" Alessandro asked carelessly. "Nothing, just passing time with the news," Matteo replied casually. "Alright, let's get started," Alessandro said, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Matteo picked up a file to hand it to the mafia king, but before he could, the news changed, capturing both of their attention. Alessandro's jaw clenched, and his expression darkened with a murderous glare as the news unfolded before him: Adam Whitmore was proposing to Mia, and she had accepted. Then they kissed. The sight of it sent a cold fury through him. His grip tightened on the glass in his hand until it shattered, the shards piercing his palm. Without a second thought, Alessandro hurled the blood-soaked glass shards at the television screen. The violent crash echoed through the room as the screen exploded into a shower of sparks and shattered glass, punctuating the intensity of his rage. The room fell silent, the broken pieces of glass scattered around. Matteo watched in panic as blood dripped from Alessandro's hand. Alessandro was fuming with anger, low growls escaping his mouth with every heavy breath and pant. His eyes blazed with a fury that seemed to consume anyone entirely. Suddenly, Alessandro strode over to the chest beside the broken television, his movements quick and determined. He yanked open the first drawer and grabbed the inside. understood all too well what was going on in his friend's mind. "Alessandrol Alessandro!" Matteo called out as his voice was thick with desperation. But Alessandro, blinded and deafened by rage, kept going. Matteo had no choice but to rush after him, grabbing Alessandro's arm with a firm grip to stop him. "Where are you going?" he asked, worry etched across his face. "Leave my hand, Matteo, I will kill that bastard. How dare he kiss my woman?!" Alessandro roared, his voice a thunderous echo in the tense room. "No, Alessandro, you can't act recklessly in anger. Calm down, and then we will think about what we should do. Matteo tried to coax his friend, his tone soothing yet urgent. Alessandro's eyes bore into Matteo's, a storm of emotions raging within them. Matteo could feel the trembling intensity of Alessandro's fury through the grip on his arm, but he held on, refusing to let his friend make a rash decision that could lead to disastrous consequences. "No. I won't calm down. How could she do this to me?" Alessandro's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and pain, his eyes reflecting the torment inside him. "Exactly. You need to talk to her peacefully and sort it out. Anger and violence will not solve anything." Matteo advised, his voice steady and calm in contrast to Alessandro's turmoil. No, I know how to sort this out. I should have killed that bastard the day I met him," Alessandro growled, gritting his teeth at the memory of his encounter with Adam at Mia's home. "Once he's gone, no one will come between us," he declared coldly. Matteo rubbed his head in frustration but didn't release Alessandro. He couldn't trust the angry mafia king. and the madly in love version of him was even more dangerous, "Alessandro, you're making the same mistake again," Matteo reminded him, his voice urgent. "Remember, you lost her once because of your ego. Now you're risking losing her again, going to do something that can hurt her too. I'm warning you, if you lose her this time, you'll never get her back," Matteo cautioned, his words filled with concern. "Then what should I do, Matteo?" Alessandro huffed in a tone of defeat, his shoulders slumping in disappointment. The gun slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor with a deep sense of despair. "She did it again. This..." Alessandro gestured toward the broken television, his voice breaking, "made me realize I was never enough for her and I am still not enough. She accepted the marriage proposal of that bloody movie star?!" His voice trembled with disbelief as if his heart refused to accept the truth. "Is he more handsome and wealthier than me?! His forehead wrinkled with deep furrow as his eyes, wide with desperation, searched Matteo's face for answers. "You still don't get it, my friend. She was not like those women who go for looks and wealth." Matteo smiled mockingly. However, his tone was tinged with a knowing sadness, "Then what does she want?" Alessandro bellowed in frustration, his outburst making Matteo flinch. But Matteo was well aware of his friend's anger and impatient nature. Though he had never been in love, he could see the agony in Alessandro's eyes. The Italian don was in pain-a very intense, consuming pain. "You have to find out why she chose him over you," Matteo suggested sincerely. "Talk to her, but speak to her only when you're sober and not angry, Alessandro Matteo's calm voice contrasted with the tension in the room Alessandro kept staring at Matteo's face, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and grabbed the doorknob. "Wait, Alessandro," Matteo tried to stop him again. "Matteo, I want to be alone for now," Alessandro muttered curtly, looking over his shoulder before yanking the door open and slamming it behind him as he left. Matteo sighed heavily, watching the mafia king go. He knew Alessandro needed space and time to heal his broken heart. Mia's gaze fixed on Adam, who stood amidst a flurry of paparazzi, animatedly discussing his upcoming wedding plans. His arm was possessively draped around her tiny waist, drawing attention as she forced at bright smile and leaned into his embrace. "Babe, we should leave now," Mia whispered, her tone tender but hiding a simmering anger that. threatened to boil over. The paparazzi reacted with soft murmurs, finding her apparent shyness endearing. "Just a minute, baby! I'm giving an exclusive interview after our engagement," Adam replied, his smile warm as he kissed Mia's cheek. She clenched her teeth, struggling to maintain composure. "No, we're leaving now," Mia insisted before she lost her cool and gripping Adam's hand she pulled him away from the crowd. Adam's loyal bodyguard and assistant followed them closely. Emily had texted Mia about heading back to the office and meeting her at home later in the evening. Heading towards the VIP parking area, Mia and Adam made their way to where his waiting limousine stood. An attentive bodyguard opened the door for them, ushering them into the vehicle's luxurious interior. "Where do you want to go now?" Adam asked, his voice laced with excitement and joy. "I think we should go home and tell Gia and Maximo about it. Then we can go somewhere to celebrate our engagement. God, I can't wait to marry you," Adam continued, his enthusiasm for their future plans evident. But Mia's mind was elsewhere, filled with something weighty and serious. "Adam, we need to talk," Mia murmured, her expression stern, once they were both inside Adam's limousine.

Chapter 79 What A Woman Wants

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