Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter 169 Clash Of Powers.

After moving to Florence, Mia planned to open multiple branches across Italy and quickly became engrossed in her work. The kids started their new school and were busy adjusting to their new environment and people.

Alessandro was overjoyed to finally feel his home had become truly home with his wife and children living there. However, the biggest challenge was convincing the Centre to allow him to step down as the don. It seemed they were not willing to let him go. He arranged a meeting with the heads of the Centre: the three retired dons, Salvatore, Giuseppe, and Luigi. Though they had passed their positions to deserving successors, they still held significant influence over the mafia.

"Don Alessandro, we cannot accept this kind of rebellion within our system," Luigi said in his harsh, cold voice. "If news of this gets out, many of our people will start to rebel and conspire against us. There is no way we can grant your exit from the mafia."

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"I have my own reasons. Sir Luigi, and you have to allow me to leave," Alessandro replied firmly. "I assure you it won't cause chaos in the mafia world if I leave peacefully." Despite his assurances, the three old men remained unconvinced.

"The only way to leave the mafia is through death, Don Alessandro," Salvatore threatened, his tone severe. But Alessandro remained indifferent with a calm demeanor.

"Do you really think it's possible to kill Alessandro Valentino just like that?" he challenged, standing in their headquarters. His aura was so strong, and his confidence so intimidating. that a chill ran down the spines of the three heads of the Centre. "That's your overconfidence speaking, Don Alessandro, Giuseppe mocked, his tone dripping with disdain. "Without your position as don, you're just another target, easily eliminated by even a street thug

But Alessandro only chuckled. "I'd love to see you try, Sir Giuseppe," he said with a smirk, his challenge clear.

The three old men exchanged glances, taking deep breaths. They knew all too well why Alessandro was feared as a merciless devil and had become the most successful mafia king in such a short time. His strength was unmatched, and they understood better than to provoke him further.

"We don't want a feud and certainly don't want to lose a good leader like you," they tried to manipulate him when threats failed. "We would like you to reconsider your decision," Luigi said in a calm voice.

"There is no need for further discussion," Alessandro sad firmly. "I've made my decision. It's best if you stay away from my personal life and leave me and my family alone. I would appreciate it if you don't call me here again." With a final hint of command in his tone, Alessandro turned and left immediately, making his verdict clear.

The Centre was deeply unsettled by Alessandro's attitude. However, they knew that a powerful don, blessed with such invincible strength, was unlikely to relinquish his commanding presence even after stepping down from his position. But, they could not allow this to happen. Allowing someone to defy the Centre meant encouraging rebellion, which could lead to the downfall of the Italian mafia.

Though news of Alessandro's departure from the mafia had spread throughout his gang and territory, many of his loyal followers vowed to remain by his side and protect him at any cost, even if it meant working under a different leader after he stepped down In their world of crime, where no laws applied. loyalty was valued above all else and so their commitment to Alessandro was unwavering.

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This is why Alessandro emerged from the Centre's building untouched and unharmed, intact in

every

sense.

But the Centre was not going to let this go easily. They contacted the mafia council of Western Italy. uniting their forces to deliver a lethal blow to the seemingly invincible Alessandro Valentino. This time, they were determined to ensure that Alessandro would not survive. Mia had managed to persuade Alessandro to send the DNA samples for testing, despite his reluctance. He

had repeatedly insisted that he had no in reclaiming his inheritance.

"I don't care about the money," he had said. "I just want to focus on our family."

But Mia wasn't ready to let Alessandro's stepmother win so easily. She wanted to uncover Maria's true intentions, as she still couldn't believe that the woman who had once shown her kindness could now be so callous.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"But I want to do this to silence those who raised accusations against our children," Mia insisted.

"Alright!" Alessandro agreed, a smile spreading across his face. Mia's grin widened, and she rewarded him with a deep, passionate kiss.

"Wow, Mrs. Valentino, that was quite generous of you," Alessandro teased, his voice playful.

As she pulled away with an annoyed huff, he drew her back in for another kiss, this one longer and more

intense.

Alessandro reluctantly sent the samples, and they waited anxiously for the results. Meanwhile, Mia had begun redecorating the mansion, which still had an outdated appearance. She aimed to give it a subtle, modern touch using her design expertise. After preparing her design, Mia presented it to Alessandro.

"What do you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Alessandro reviewed the plans and smiled. "It's excellent, amore mio," he said with genuine admiration. "I trust your judgment completely. This is your home, baby, and you should decide how it looks. Just make sure you don't overexert yourself. We have another life growing inside you."

Mia smiled warmly at his concern. "I'll be careful, Alessandro. I promise."

The mansion was enormous, even larger than the one in Turin, and Mia had yet to explore all its floors. and closed rooms. As she made her way through the mansion, taking notes and planning her redesign, she reached the top floor. There, she discovered a room that appeared to have been locked for ages.

She called the head maid, an elderly woman who had witnessed many events over the years. "Whose room is this?" Mia inquired and frowned when she noticed the head maid's face turn pale at the mention of that

room.

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