Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 71 No Need

"What are you doing here, Matteo?!" Alessandro questioned instead of replying.

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Matteo's face contorted in rage. "I tried to call you last night because there was a problem with a business contract I was reviewing, but you ghosted me completely. Not only that, you never return my emails and texts. What's going on, Alessandro?" he retorted furiously. "Aren't you supposed to be in your office?" Alessandro questioned again, sounding bored.

"Are you serious? I couldn't sleep the whole night, and you're still not telling me where you were last night?!" Matteo demanded, but Alessandro remained silent. Matteo knew how moody Alessandro Valentino could be and that he wouldn't answer if he didn't want to. This made him even more infuriated.

"I asked John and Micah last night, but they didn't tell me anything about you. Did you intentionally tell them to keep it a secret?" Matteo's voice grew more irritated as Alessandro continued to ignore him.

He had been scared to death when he couldn't reach out to the Italian don, knowing he had countless enemies who wanted to see him dead. But when he found out that John and Micah knew where he was and were with him, he was relieved to know his friend was safe. "So, it means my security is really good at keeping my whereabouts a secret," Alessandro said with a sharp Breath as he left his room and walked down the hall.

"What is going on, Alessandro? Are you going to answer me clearly, or have you planned to drive me mad with your silly indifference?" Matteo kept ranting, but Alessandro paid no heed to his whines. "This morning, I went to your office in the hope of finding you there, but your secretary told me you wouldn't be coming in today. Then suddenly, I got information that you had returned home," he breathed out in exasperation.

Alessandro suddenly stopped by the kitchen, gesturing to one of the servants for a glass of water. One glance at the kitchen and his memory flashed back to the moment when he cooked breakfast for Mia. His mood suddenly brightened, and he smiled. Matteo noticed Alessandro smiling, a rare occurrence that hadn't happened in ages.

"You look different," Matteo muttered, momentarily forgetting his complaints. The servant handed Alessandro the glass of water, which he took as he headed to the wet bar in the far corner of the living room. Matteo trailed behind him. "Do you need a drink?" Alessandro asked.

Matteo breathed out heavily. Though he didn't get an answer, he was relieved to see Alessandro was fine.

"Yes! I need a drink badly," Matteo muttered, heading to the bar and pouring himself a glass of scotch. "Here!" He poured another glass for Alessandro and extended it toward him.

To his surprise, Alessandro refused, waving his hand in dismissal.

"Where has the sun risen today?" Matteo's eyes widened in surprise. "Alessandro Valentino is not drinking?!" He sighed dramatically, placing his hands over his chest.

Alessandro chuckled. "I don't need to drink anymore, he announced warmly,

Matteo was genuinely surprised by the change in the Italian don's demeanor. "Because you don't need to

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Chapter 7 No Need

Alessandro turned toward his lawyer friend. "I am getting married, he declared.

Matteo squinted in confusion. He knew Alessandro was supposed to marry Vanessa.

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Matteo's brilliant mind raced as he connected the dots. Alessandro was happy to announce his marriage, but he didn't like Vanessa, marrying her only under pressure. It meant he was getting married to.... "The interior designer, Mia Peterson!" Matteo blurted out loudly.

Alessandro smirked, impressed by how well his friend knew him.

"Yes," Alessandro admitted, nodding. His face, once always shadowed and gloomy, was now bright and charming. He looked genuinely happy.

Matteo shook his head, chuckling. "So, you were with Mia. Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to spend the whole day with her without anyone's interruption," Alessandro replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

You should have told me. I would have personally ensured no one bothered your precious time," Matteo vowed. "But buddy, please always be like this. I like this version of my friend more," Matteo insisted, looking at his friend hopefully.

He hadn't seen Alessandro smile since his mother was killed. Alessandro had never appeared happy or laughed since that day. But now, seeing the happiness return to his life and knowing that woman was the reason, Matteo made a decision. He would keep the couple away from every evil eye and was willing to go to any lengths to protect them.

"Wait a minute," Matteo interrupted as he recalled something. "You said you were looking forward to spending the whole day with Mia. Then what happened?" He looked at Alessandro curiously. "Why did you return home?"

Suddenly, the Italian don's expression changed and he clenched his teeth, making a grim face as if he had tasted a bitter fruit.

"Adam Whitmore appeared and spoiled everything."

"Adam Whitmore?!" Matteo exclaimed, knowing Mia was rumored to be the movie star's girlfriend. Was he still alive?! He gulped down at the thought.

He was well aware of Alessandro's possessive and jealous nature. Even though Alessandro didn't have a gun with him, he would have killed the man with his bare hands for even glancing at his woman. But he hadn't heard any news about Adam Whitmore's demise. "Is he alive?" Matteo asked hesitantly..

Alessandro turned to face his friend, scowling in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Matteo let out a breath of relief. So it meant Adam was alive. Adam was a great actor, and many were his

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