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You Were My Favorite Hurt, And My Hardest Goodbye by Ava Knight 33 Summary Matten arrives at an apartment building and immediately notices a large black SUV parked nearby. His cousin Alessio steps out, dressed sharply and serious. They exchange curt greetings before Alessio invites Matten into the vehicle. Matten receives a text from Leo confirming they have someone, prompting him to join Alessio inside. The tension between the cousins is palpable as Matten demands to know Alessio's true reason for being there, suspecting more than just a coincidental meeting called by Michele.

Alessio confronts Matten about losing control and warns him about the dangers of love, referencing Michele's marriage to an Irish woman as a sign of weakness within their family. He insists that Matten must let go of this relationship for both their sakes, revealing that Michele claims to have proof of multiple betrayals. Alessio urges Matten to break the cycle of their family's destructive history, hoping they can be different. Matten remains skeptical, doubting Michele's loyalty and questioning Alessio's intentions.

The conversation grows heated, culminating in a physical altercation when Alessio challenges Matten's focus and discipline. Despite Alessio's size and strength, Matten's experience in combat gives him the upper hand, and he quickly subdues his cousin, warning him never to speak of his weakness again. Their brief fight ends with a mix of respect and amusement, as they prepare to attend the urgent meeting Michele has called. Arriving at a luxury hotel, Matten reflects on the significance of this gathering.

It has been a year since Alessio's induction as Don, a role in which he has begun reforming their family's criminal activities. The previous meeting was nearly twenty-five years ago, signaling how rare and important these assemblies are. Michele's decision to call a meeting now suggests desperation, leaving Matten anxious about what new challenges the three families will face. As they enter the prepared restaurant, Matten's mind races with concern about the future.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below Chapter Thirty-Three Matten forcefully pushed open the heavy door leading to the apartment building. His gaze was instantly captured by a large black SUV parked right by the curb. He slowed his pace as the vehicle's door swung open, revealing none other than his cousin stepping out. Alessio slammed the door shut behind him and adjusted the cuff of his shirt more firmly beneath his suit jacket, his lips pressed into a tight, determined line. "Dao, Digino," Alessio greeted curtly. Matten approached his cousin with purposeful strides. "So, it's true.

Michele has called a meeting," he said, the weight of the news settling in his voice. "Come," Alessio replied, nodding toward the car. His eyes flicked up toward the towering building as if something unseen had caught his attention. A brief shake of his head conveyed silent disapproval before he climbed back into the SUV. Matten circled to the rear of the vehicle and pulled out his phone. His finger hovered over a contact name, but just then an incoming text appeared on the screen. Leo: I've got her. Go. Suppressing the urge to look around for Leo's hiding spot, Matten slid into the SUV.

He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and quickly lit one. Taking two deep drags, he finally turned his attention back to Alessio. "Are we going to pretend you just happened to arrive as Michele called the meeting, or are you going to tell me why you're really here?" Matten asked, his tone sharp. Alessio fixed his gaze straight ahead, unflinching. "I got your message." "Raphael as a squealer? I never thought I'd see the day," Matten muttered under his breath. Alessio's glare snapped toward him. "He didn't have to be one. You're losing control, Matteo.

You're slipping, and there's only one thing that could cause that." "Stay the fuck away from-" "My point exactly," Alessio interrupted, shaking his head as the city's skyscrapers blurred past the SUV's windows. "Love," he scoffed bitterly. "Look back through our family's history and you'll see that our weaknesses, our mistakes, always stemmed from one thing. Or at least the illusion of it." "I'm really not in the mood for a history lesson on our ancestry," Matten warned, already reaching for a second cigarette. "History?

It's happening right now, all around us," Alessio said, voice low but intense. "Michele married an Irish woman-not for political gain or family advantage-but for love. You have to cut her loose, Matteo. For your sake and hers." "Married the Irish woman, huh? You're sure of it?" Matten asked, trying to steer the conversation away. Alessio nodded. "He claims to have proof of not one betrayal, but two." "And how do you know that?" Alessio glanced over at Matten, the shadows of the SUV making his dark eyes and olive skin seem almost ghostly. "For the same reason I know what's going on with you.

We've all been fed the family's ancestral stories on repeat, yet none of us have ever done anything to fix the damage past generations caused. I'm talking to you and Michele because I hope we can be different." "Do you really think Michele cares about us? About Conor? You were right about one thing-Clara was a weakness because he only cared for her." Alessio whipped his head around, eyes blazing. "And you... you think you'll be different?" - 1:02 a.m. "If Genevieve ever has my child-" Alessio's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jesus Christ, Matteo. A child with this woman?

That's how far gone you are? Next thing I know, you'll be telling me you want to leave the family behind and open a donut shop on Fifth Street." The SUV fell into an uneasy silence as it slowed to a stop in front of a luxury hotel on the Upper East Side. Matten was the first to step out. He stubbed out his second cigarette and pulled out a third, cupping his hand to shield the flame. Alessio came around the vehicle and suddenly pinned Matten against the car's side. "Prove to me you're not a distracted fool," Alessio demanded, his voice low and commanding.

Matten's eyes narrowed at his cousin's audacity. Alessio was larger, with a couple of inches on him and a linebacker's build. Anyone watching might assume Alessio had the upper hand. But Matten was no stranger to physical confrontation. He carefully placed the cigarette between his lips, then without warning, dropped his hand and drove a fist hard into Alessio's gut. Alessio barely moved, but that was enough. Matten followed with an uppercut to the jaw, forcing Alessio back a step. Grabbing the back of Alessio's neck, Matten pulled his head down and slammed his knee into his cousin's face.

Spinning him around, he shoved Alessio against the car door where he had been pinned moments before. Twisting his arm, Matten locked his wrist in a hold that would break if Alessio tried to escape. The entire sequence lasted only five seconds. Matten took another drag from his cigarette before crushing it out on the shoulder of Alessio's suit jacket. Alessio was big, but Matten had five years on him and four times as much experience in hand-to-hand combat. "Don't ever put your hands on me again, Caglio.

And don't ever speak of my weakness again," Matten growled, shoving Alessio forward before releasing him. Alessio turned with a smirk, clearly amused to have been bested. He glanced at the burn mark on his shoulder and scowled. "Questo vestito vale più della tua vita, Coglione," he muttered. Matten smirked back and slapped Alessio's cheek lightly. "My sweatpants are worth more than your life, Cugino." Alessio's driver stepped out, giving them both a look that clearly asked if they were finished with their childish antics. Alessio patted the man's shoulder. "Calm down, Roberto. Just a tussle.

Don't blow a blood vessel." "Let's get this over with," Matten said, heading toward the hotel entrance. It had only been a year since the last meeting between the three families. That gathering took place after Alessio's father died. Tradition dictated that the new Don meet with the other two family heads to fully understand the rules of his new role and to establish his vision for the family's future. Alessio's induction caused quite a stir when he announced he would be ending many of his family's darkest enterprises.

Though not yet fully implemented, he had made remarkable progress shutting down their involvement in human trafficking, arms smuggling to terrorists, and drug sales targeting the most vulnerable. The meeting before that had been nearly twenty-four years ago, after Matten's father was killed. For over half a century, the three families had only convened for these inductions. For Michele to call a meeting now meant he must be desperate.

As Alessio and Matten stepped into the cleared restaurant prepared for their gathering, Matten's mind raced with worry about what the three families would need their help with this time. Conclusion The chapter closes on a tense note, underscoring the deep fractures and unspoken fears that haunt Matten and Alessio. Their confrontation reveals not only physical dominance but also the emotional vulnerabilities tied to family loyalty and love.

As they prepare to face Michele's urgent summons, the weight of their shared history and the ghosts of past mistakes linger heavily, reminding them that the bonds of blood are both a source of strength and a cause of profound pain. Despite the turmoil, there is a flicker of hope in Alessio's vision for change, hinting at a desire to break free from the cycle of violence and betrayal that has long defined their lives. Yet, Matten's guarded defiance and raw emotion suggest that the path ahead will be fraught with challenges.

Emotions run high as past grievances and present fears collide, leaving both men questioning their own paths and the true cost of their choices. As the chapter closes with the two stepping into the restaurant, the air is thick with anticipation and unspoken threats. Readers will be drawn into the complex web of family politics and personal stakes, wondering who will emerge stronger and who might be broken by the revelations to come.