Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 323 My Husband Is A Mafia

As Leonardo and Sofia finally arrived at their car, Mark, their trusted friend, hurriedly opened the door for them. Leonardo, with the utmost care, guided Sofia to the backseat, ensuring her comfort. He settled beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and gently pulled her closer to him. Sofía leaned her head against his chest, finding solace in his touch. Throughout the drive, Leonardo continued to stroke Sofia's hair, his fingers gliding through the soft strands. His voice, filled with tenderness and concern, whispered comforting words into her ears like a soothing melody.

"It's okay, Sofia," Leonardo murmured softly. "You're safe now. I've got you. They can't hurt you anymore. No one can harm you. I'll protect you with everything I have."

His voice was laced with determination, a promise that he intended to keep. As he spoke, it seemed as though he was not just comforting Sofia but also reassuring himself. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Sofia remained silent throughout the drive, her thoughts swirling in her mind like a turbulent storm. She gazed out of the car window, watching the passing landscape without truly seeing it. Leonardo asked after every minute as if he couldn't get enough of hearing that she was okay. His heart was thumping loud beneath her head.

Every time Leonardo asked a question, Sofia nodded without uttering a word. The weight of her emotions prevented her from finding the right words to express her inner turmoil. As they continued on the journey, Sofia's exhaustion started to take its toll. Fatigue seeped into her bones, and she couldn't fight the weariness any longer.

Unable to keep her eyes open, Sofia closed them, surrendering herself to the embrace of sleep. Time passed, and the car journey transitioned into a hazy blur for her. The next thing Sofia knew, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying on a hotel room bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to recall how she got there.

As she shifted on the bed, moving the covers away, finding she was naked. Shock coursed through her veins, and she quickly clutched the covers, pulling them up to cover her body. Panic began to creep into her voice.

"Why... Why am I lying naked on the bed?" she whispered to herself.

The room was quiet, and Sofia's mind raced to comprehend the situation. Her memory seemed like fragments of shattered glass.

Sofia's heart raced as she heard the sound of the door creak open. Her eyes widened, and she held her breath, her body tense with anticipation. Leonardo stepped into the room, engrossed in a conversation on his phone. His voice echoed in the quiet space, the words indecipherable to Sofia's ears.

He quickly ended the call, placing his phone on the nearby table, and rushed towards her. Concern

voice was filled with genuine worry

Sofia instinctively shrank back, pulling the covers up to her

Leonardo's eyes as he registered Sofia's reaction. His brows furrowed, and

Why are you still scared? I told you no one could harm you." His voice trembled

her eyes filled with a mixture of fear

I lying naked on the bed?" she questioned, her voice barely audible,

searching for an explanation, his eyes

replied, his voice strained. "And I didn't want you to sleep with some bad memories." His expression tightened while letting out the last two. She wanted to understand, to untangle the knots in her mind, but he seemed reluctant to

her cheek, an instinctive attempt to bridge the growing emotional distance between them. But she flinched,

his tone laced with

mix of fear and determination as she asked the burning question that had

furrow appeared on his forehead, betraying a sense of confusion. He seemed taken aback by her

a touch of defensiveness. "You know very well who I

head, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and

laden with a heavy heart. "I thought you were heartless and ruthless, yes. But I never thought, even in my worst nightmares,

eyes, cascading down her cheeks in silent streams of pain

moment,

felt a deep sense of

you. So nothing was wrong when I killed those bastards," Leonardo reasoned, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger