Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

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Chapter 258 Game Changer

Rafael froze, his eyes wide with shock, realizing too late that he'd fallen straight into a trap.

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The game had shifted. In his arrogance, Rafael failed to notice that the driver who had picked him up was actually John, Alessandro's loyal bodyguard, who had quietly swapped places with Rafael's driver.

"Mrs. Valentino, don't worry, the boss is on his way," Jolin reassured, his gaze never leaving the pathetic form of Rafael. Aria nodded, grateful for his words. John had always been loyal to Alessandro, and he'd proven it time and time again. Moments later, the powerful roar of motorcycles filled the air, followed by the sharp crack of gunshots. Aria watched through the car window as two motorcycles pulled up

on either side, effectively surrounding the vehicle. Her heart bloomed with happiness when she saw the rider on her left - her husband, the formidable Italian don, Alessandro Valentino.

With swift precision, Alessandro put his motorcycle on its stand and rushed toward her. He yanked the car door open, his gaze intense and full of desperation as he reached for her. "Amore mio," he murmured, carefully helping her out of the car. "Are you okay?" He asked, scanning her body for serious injury.

"I'm fine, Alessandro," Aria whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and overwhelming

emotion. Her heart raced with gratitude, knowing that her faith in him had not been misplaced. She had been terrified back in the building, fearing this moment might never come.

Alessandro pulled her into his arms, holding her as if he would never let go. He kissed her deeply, pouring all his relief, love, and lingering fear into that. Finally, he felt he could breathe again, his world whole with her safely by his side.

On the other side, Lucas dismounted his motorcycle with his gun already drawn, moving swiftly to take control. He opened the car door, aiming his weapon directly at Rafael. "Out. Now," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Rafael, realizing he had no choice, slowly raised his hands and stepped out of the car, glaring at Lucas but clearly defeated.

With Aria safe in his arms, Alessandro turned his steely gaze to Rafael,

his expression deadly calm. Alessandro reluctantly untangled his arms from around Aria, turning sharply toward Rafael with a deadly glare as he signaled to his bodyguards.. They swiftly surrounded her, urging her to get inside the car as they secured the area. Meanwhile, Alessandro stalked toward him, his steps deliberate, each one carrying a promise of impending. retribution. As he rounded the car, Rafael shrank back, his fear obvious-like he was about to pee in his pants, his whole body trembling like it could give out any second.

"Don Alessandro, please forgive me," Rafael begged, his voice high with desperation, his legs shaking uncontrollably under the red bloodshot gaze of the Italian don. He could barely meet the burning intensity of Alessandro's bloodshot gaze. "We can talk... please."

Alessandro's fury exploded in a

guttural roar, his voice reverberating in the tense air. "You fucking coward!" He lunged, grabbing Rafael by the collar, lifting him off his feet as if he weighed nothing. "You' should have thought twice before laying a hand on my woman!" He shook Rafael violently, his eyes full of raw, seething rage. "You bloody scum. Get ready to die.

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Without warning, Alessandro's fist slammed into Rafael's face, the impact sending blood spraying from his mouth. Rafael staggered, his body trembling, struggling to stay upright, But Alessandro wasn't

about to let him escape. He

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grabbing Rafael by the collar,

yanking him forward, and unloaded punch after punch, uncaring of the screams and choking gasps that came from the man.

When Alessandro finally stopped, he tossed Rafael to the ground like a ragdoll, but his rage was far from spent. He stomped down on the arm that had dared to touch his wife, a sickening crack echoing through the air as Rafael's agonized scream pierced the tension "You think you can scare my wife?" Alessandro's voice was low and deadly, a promise of what was to come. "Now you'll pay for it."

Without a second thought, he slammed his boot into Rafael's other arm, the crack of bone breaking under his force. Rafael's arms went limp, but Alessandro's wrath was relentless. He kicked him in the ribs with enough force to send a shockwave through his body. "Never try to

take your revenge through a woman, or this will be your end," Alessandro bellowed, his voice thick with fury as he kicked Rafael's chest repeatedly. Each blow sent a jolt through the man, and his screams of agony grew louder. His cries turned into ragged breaths, his throa limit.

Alessandro stood over him, shaking with fury, his entire body vibrating with rage. No one dared approach, sensing the terrifying violence brewing in him. They all knew the Italian don would show no mercy to the monster who dared to hurt his pregnant wife and would be go give him the cruelest death.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Alessandro drew his gun, pointing it directly at Rafael's head. He disengaged the safety with a cold click, the finality of it clear in his eyes.

"GO TO HELL!" Alessandro shouted, his voice raw with fury as he pulled the trigger, unloading the entire clip into Rafael's head. Blood splattered, painting the road red as Rafael's body went still.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

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