Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Chapter 257 Twists And Turns

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As soon as Alessandro hung up, the low hum of approaching motorcyclés quickly escalated into a thunderous roar, filling the air like a scene from a racetrack. Within moments, a fleet of riders appeared, speeding toward him with precision. One of the bikes pulled up directl to the Italian don without a word. Lucas took his place on another bike, hopping on behind one of the riders.

Matteo moved toward a bike, preparing to join them, but Alessandro halted him with a firm hand.

"Matteo, you stay back and look after Emily-and handle everything here," Alessandro commanded, his tone leaving no room for debate. His gaze shifted just behind Matteo, catching sight of Emily as she emerged from the building.

"But I want to come with you," Matteo protested, the determination clear in his voice.

"Don't argue, Matteo," Alessandro replied coldly, his voice cutting through the noise with an unyielding authority,NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

He didn't have time for debate; he needed Matteo to follow orders. With a single, pointed look of authority, Alessandro mounted the bike and revved the engine. In an instant, he shot forward, his motorcycle tearing down the road as the rest of the riders followed in formation Matteo watched Alessandro speed off, feeling uneasy about his friend's decision as his expression clouded with dissatisfaction. He wasn't pleased with the decision, but he knew his mafia friend was capable of far more than anyone could imagine. "Matteo?" Emily's voice broke his thoughts.

"Baby," he murmured, rushing to embrace her tightly-the hug he'd been holding back through the tense standoff. "Are you alright?" His concerned eyes searched her body, scanning for any sign of harm. Finding none, he let out a relieved breath. "I'm fine, Matteo," Emily assured him, though her voice quivered. "But Aria..." she whispered, filling with tears.

her

eyes

Matteo offered a soft smile, brushing a tear from her cheek. "Don't worry, mon amour. She'll be back safe and sound," he promised, his voice gentle but confident. "Alessandro Valentino is not a man to be crossed. Rafael will pay dearly for even thinking he could touch his v Emily nodded in understanding, her eyes still clouded with worry.

"Let's get you home," Matteo suggested gently, noticing a few cars pulling up with more of Alessandro's men, ready to assist with the cleanup. He reached for her hand, beginning to guide her toward the car.

"Wait, Matteo," Emily stopped him, her grip on his hand tightening. "I need to tell you something."

His brows knitted in concern as he looked down at her. "What is it, ma douce?"

Emily took a deep breath. "We were lured here... by Vanessa and Vittoria."

Matteo's eyes widened, a wave of shock crossing his face. He had already seen Vittoria's lifeless body inside, but Vanessa's involvement was news that hit him hard.

La could understand Vittacin's matinee

she had

for her husband and

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mother-in-law. But Vanessa? Why would she betray them like this?

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"She's still in the building, hidden somewhere, probably locked up by Rafael's men," Emily informed him.

A steely resolve hardened Matteo's gaze as he turned to Alessandro's men. "Search every room in that building," he ordered. "Take anyone you find into custody."

His heart clenched at the thought of Emily being dragged into this mess, and he vowed to make whoever was responsible pay.

"Yes, Mr. Vinci," one of the men

nodded, then swiftly organized the team. They spread out, moving through every room and corner of the building. After what seemed like an eternity, the first of Alessandro's men returned, dragging a single figure behind them. Matteo's heart filled with malice as he locked eyes with the prisoner. This wasn't over-not by a long shot.

"Where to, Don?" the driver asked, his eyes focused on the road ahead as Rafael sat in the backseat, forcing Aria to sit beside him. The rest of Rafael's men were in other cars, following closely behind

"Take us to the airport. We're leaving right now," Rafael ordered curtly, his voice dripping with impatience. The driver nodded without a word, maintaining a calm, professional demeanor.

Aria tried to glance at the driver's

face discreetly, but the white cap he

wore was too large, casting a

thee

shadow over his features, and the dark sunglasses obscured his eyes.

Still, the tone of his voice was

unmistakable. Aria recognized

it she had heard that voice far too many times.

After driving for a while, the car suddenly took an unexpected turn. Rafael's voice cut through the air, sharp and irritated. "Hey, you fool! You took the wrong turn!"

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The driver remained calm, unfazed. "No, Don. It's a shortcut," he replied. "And you've reached your destination."

With those words, the driver slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Throwing his cap aside, he pulled a gun from beneath his seat and pointed it directly at Rafael's head.