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

Let Me Go, My Malia Husband Chapter 95 Unsolved Puzzle * Finished

It was almost past midnight when Alessandro and Micah reached the mafia headquarters. The gate opened with a passcode, and they were greeted by guards armed with guns at the door. They headed directly to the elevator, which would take them to the underground torture room, a secret place reserved for traitors and enemies.

Alessandro stepped into the elevator first, followed closely by Micah. The door slid closed. Alessandro's jaw was tense and clenched tightly. His heavy breaths were a reminder of the impending storm about to be unleashed as soon as he found the traitor in front of him. The soft hum of the elevator only heightened his impatience and stress. Finally, the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Exhibiting urgency in their walk, they stepped out into the corridor. Their heavy and hurried footsteps echoed on the cold, polished stone floor, amplifying the tension in the air. The narrow hallway was lined with concrete walls, illuminated by sporadic, buzzing fluorescent lights as they walked through it.

When they reached the heavy, reinforced door of the torture room, Micah entered a code, and the door creaked open, revealing the chamber beyond.

Inside, the torture room was stark and utilitarian. Metal tables lined one side, each equipped with restraints and an array of ominous-looking instruments. Chains hung from the ceiling, and the walls were adorned with various tools designed for interrogation. The harsh lighting cast stark shadows across the cold, stone floor. In the center of the room stood a single chair. A man, bleeding from multiple wounds, was tied to it with leather straps, whimpering and breathing slowly.

"Pierre!" Alessandro smiled menacingly as he called out in a low voice. Pierre looked up, his whole being shivering at the thought of death walking toward him in the form of Alessandro Valentino.

"B...B... Boss. P... P... please.... for... Forgive me... Forgive me!" he cried desperately.

"Don't cry, Pierre," Alessandro grated through his teeth as he stood before him. "You should be proud of yourself. You did something no one else would ever dare to do. You were brave enough to betray me. Huh!" Alessandro snorted. "Not only did you betray me, but you also tried to kill me along with my family. Smart man!" he mocked, glaring at him.

"No, boss, I didn't do anything. I was ordered to plant a bomb in your car. I didn't know your family was also there," Pierre sobbed, trembling with fear.

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He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "And who gave you this order, Pierre? Who convinced you that betraying me was a good idea?"

Pierre's eyes darted around frantically, searching for a way out that didn't exist. "I... I can't say, Boss. They'll kill me."

Alessandro's grip tightened on Pierre's collar, yanking him closer.

"And you think I won't?" he hissed, his breath hot and his eyes burning with fury.

"I'm sorry, Boss. Please, don't kill me. I have a family," Hierre whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

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"Tell me the name, and I will ensure your family is safe Alessandro offered sternly. But before Pierre could respond, Micah stepped in..

"He won't spill the information so easily. Let me handle him, boss," Micah said as he wrested Pierre from Alessandro's grasp and landed a hard punch on his face, followed by a harsh kick to the chest. "You tried to kill our boss, you bloody rat. How could you do this?" Micah continued to throw punches aggressively. The chair toppled backward, and Pierre fell with it. But Micah didn't stop; he kept delivering kicks and punches, staining the floor crimson with Pierre's blood.

"You should die before you think of harming the boss, you bastard," he bellowed, continuing to beat

Pierre.

Alessandro swiftly grabbed Micah from behind as he noticed Pierre's eyes turning dead.

"Stop, Micah. He's dead!" Alessandro shouted with frustration.

Micah

stopped, looking at Alessandro in shock. Then he looked at Pierre, who lay there still. No movement in his body or even sobbing. Micah shook him with the toe of his shoe, and his body moved. lifelessly. "Fuck! How could he die just like that?" Micah muttered

"You broke his neck, you bloody idiot," Alessandro scolded.

"I... I'm sorry, boss, Micah stammered nervously. "I lost my control. I couldn't stand seeing anyone harm

you."

Alessandro sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We needed him alive to find out who's behind this. Now we have nothing."

Micah's face fell with guilt. "I'll make it right, boss. I'll find out who's responsible."

"But how are we going to get information about who's plotting my murder, you nuthead?" Alessandro grumbled with anger.

"I have my ways, boss, I'll pull strings and move heaven and earth to find the main culprit behind this," Micah said sincerely.

"You better," Alessandro said coldly. "Or the next time, it might not be Pierre lying dead on the floor, but

you."

He turned away, breathing heavily.

"Fuck!" Alessandro growled, stomping his leg harshly on the floor. "Dispose of his body and tell me what information our people extracted before he died," he ordered sternly, glancing over his shoulder at the lifeless Pierre still tied to the chair. "Yes, boss," Micah nodded frantically.

Alessandro yanked open the door of the torture room and slammed it back furiously as he stepped out. His mind raced with a torrent of thoughts about this unsolved puzzle. Who could have wanted to see him.

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