Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 81 Lost And Broken

Mia slowly approached the dark silhouette of Alessandro. He looked so miserable that it made Mia's heart ache for him. His regular charismatic personality was gone, and before Mia's eyes stood a man who looked completely lost and broken. His shoulders slumped, his

usually sharp suit disheveled, and his face etched with despair.

Questions arose in her heart as she glanced around, hoping to find Alessandro's security or someone who had accompanied him. But she didn't see anyone else who seemed concerned with the Italian don. Her heart pounded with worry, knowing the danger he constantly faced.

To her relief, the place was crowded. Otherwise, she knew very well that Alessandro had more enemies than friends in every part of this world. Anger flared in Mia's heart at the reckless act of the silly mafia king. Was he this crazy, wandering alone while being utterly drunk? She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to shake some sense into him

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mia scolded as she stopped behind Alessandro. He turned abruptly, his shock-filled expression as if he couldn't believe she was there.

He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his blurry vision as pain glistened in them. Mia's lips parted in a soundless gasp as she noticed his eyes, dark and hollow, filled with a depth of sorrow that seemed to reflect his bottomless soul.

"Are you real?" he murmured unconsciously.

Mia rolled her eyes, huffing in irritation: "Yes, Alessandro, I am real, as in all in blood and flesh. Now will you enlighten me on what you are doing here, standing alone in the darkness?"

"Why do you care?" Alessandro mumbled sullenly, turning his back on her again and drinking from the hip flask in his hand.

"Of course, I don't care," Mia replied awkwardly, looking startled as if caught red-handed. "I was passing by... and saw you standing here alone. So... I came to check on you as a courtesy."

"Alright. Now leave me alone," Alessandro grumbled with a dangerous coldness in his voice.

Mia was stunned to see Alessandro disregard her like that. Was he the same man who wanted to marry her and made a deal with her children? But then she realized he had grown bored of her, and now he didn't need her anymore. And here she was, a fool to feel worried about this heartless man.

She stood there, swallowing the lump of insult in her throat. Before her eyes betrayed her and began pouring tears, she turned abruptly, wanting to get away from this cunning man, far, very far away.

"Why did you do this?" Alessandro's voice rang out loudly before Mia could take a step away from the mafia king.

"Excuse me?!" she turned, still thinking she misheard him.

Alessandro's eyes, red with a mix of pain and anger, met hers. His lips pressed tightly into a thin line before they trembled with fury as he growled, "How can you agree to marry someone else?"

Mia furrowed her brow, taking a moment to understand. Then she realized Alessandro had seen the news, just like the whole world.

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Chapter 81 Lost And Broken

That was one of his business.

"I do bother because you can't marry another man," Alessandro seethed with anger as he took a swift, long step toward her, standing just an inch away.

Mia's mind felt dizzy as the warmth of Alessandro's body seeped into hers, his intoxicating breath carrying his natural manly scent mixed with alcohol fanning her face. She felt her knees go weak, struggling to stand steady before this gorgeous devil.

"YOU. ARE. MINE! Do you get that?" Alessandro pronounced each word separately, his tone deadly serious, claiming his right over her as he swiftly wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her closer to his hard body.

Mia gulped nervously, her throat suddenly dry and her heart racing at rocket speed. She couldn't believe Alessandro Valentino could be so possessive. And on top of that, he was possessive of her! Her eyes wide with surprise, she blinked at the Italian don nonstop before she came back to her senses and remembered his photo with his supermodel fiancée.

"Bullshit!" She pushed him with all her might, but he remained unmoved, solid as a rock. She glared at him, rage overpowering all other emotions. "You can't say that when you're the one partying with other women while sleeping with me at the same time," she spat out with disdain, her words laced with bitterness that cut through the air.

"What are you talking about?" he furrowed his brow, looking genuinely puzzled.

Mia was tired of his feigned innocence. She knew very well that he was a heartless man who enjoyed the company of a new woman every day. She felt foolish to have ever thought he could care for her.

"Huh!" she snorted. "I've seen your picture with your fiancée at the party, looking like you were thoroughly enjoying her company. I'm sure you said the same things to her," she mocked, continuing to fight against the Italian don's vice-like embrace, twisting and thrashing against him in a futile attempt to break free. But the man seemed unaffected by her efforts, his grip like iron, unyielding.

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