"Really? I'd like to see what you can do because Mia is going to choose me over everything, and you don't stand a chance," Alessandro announced confidently. He had seen the same feelings in Mia's eyes and was sure he hadn't mistaken them. If anything, she was worth fighting for, and he didn't have to kill this insignificant man to win Mia back. She was his. Always! "You don't know it yet, but you'll disappear before anyone notices, and no one will ever find you again," Adam said menacingly. Alessandro was still amused by the movie star's hollow threats. "And you, kiddo, won't be able to see if it happens or not if I have my way." "Kiddo?!" Adam scowled. "Let me show you who the real man is," he challenged, clenching his jaw as his eyes shot daggers at the Italian don. "You sure you want to challenge me?" Alessandro's eyes turned cold as he lifted one of his thick eyebrows in warning. Their bodies stood against each other, radiating rage and hostility, ready to collide at any moment. Neither seemed prepared to back down. The war was inevitable, as both men wanted to assert their claim on the one woman they loved. Alessandro’s hand instinctively went to his chest belt where he used to keep a revolver. But as he was with Mia, he didn't have a gun with him. Otherwise, he would have shot this stupid movie star and removed his rival in love. Adam clenched his fists, ready to throw punches and use the shots he had learned in his martial arts training. He was also a national-level shooting champion and could shoot this business tycoon dead in one shot. It seemed the confrontation would never end until the door suddenly swung open, revealing Mia's fuming face. She threw Alessandro’s belongings and clothes out the door. "Take your stuff and disappear from my doorstep, both of you! When I open this door again, neither of you should be here, or it won't be good for you," she warned, seething with rage. Both men swallowed at the sight of the angry Goddess and blinked in shock. The door slammed shut once again in their faces, making them flinch. Alessandro picked up his things from the floor, while Adam dialed someone on his phone. They exchanged one last disdainful glare before turning their backs and heading in separate directions. Though he had been thrown out of her house, Alessandro was happy that Mia didn’t let Adam Whitmore stay either. It was a relief to know she didn’t have feelings for Adam and wasn’t choosing him over Alessandro. Alessandro didn’t want to leave, but seeing Mia so angry, he thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to stay and upset her more. He decided to come back when she had calmed down. This also gave him some time to plan how to win her back. Alessandro took the elevator down while Adam took a different elevator. When he reached the ground floor and stepped outside, his driver and bodyguard, John, was waiting by the car. Seeing Alessandro's frown, John quickly opened the door. Alessandro got inside, and John closed the door behind him. Taking his seat behind the wheel, John asked, "Where to, boss?" "Home," Alessandro replied briefly. The car pulled away from Mia’s building, and Alessandro leaned back, already thinking about his next move. He wasn’t going to give up on Mia. Alessandro stared blankly out the window, his mind swirling with thoughts of Mia and their heated confrontation. The bustling cityscape and speeding cars outside passed in a haze, unnoticed. The journey home felt like a fleeting moment, a testament to his deep distraction. The sleek, black car pulled up to the mansion's grand porch, its towering columns casting long shadows in the bright afternoon sun. John, his driver and bodyguard, swiftly exited the vehicle and moved to Alessandro's door. As the door swung open, Alessandro was jolted from his reverie by the warm air. It was a sunny day, and he barely noticed John’s attentive gaze as he stepped out. He took a deep breath, the familiar scent of the manicured gardens mingling with the faint tang of city life. The imposing facade of the mansion stood before him, a stark contrast to the turmoil within his heart. Home! Alessandro sighed at the thought. But it didn't feel like home. Despite having been there for the first time, Mia's place seemed more familiar and lively. He had felt more peace and joy there, reminiscent of the days when Aria lived with him. He kept staring at the mansion with a distasteful gaze before stepping inside. As he walked through the grand entrance, he went straight to his room, with John carrying his belongings behind him. "Boss, can I place these here?" John asked hesitantly. Gazing over his shoulder, Alessandro nodded in affirmation. John placed the items on the reclined chair near the window and left quietly, closing the door behind him. Alone in his room, Alessandro stood for a moment, staring out at the sprawling estate. Suddenly, the door to his room yanked open, and Matteo appeared through it. "Where the fuck were you last night?" he asked in a frustrated voice.