Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 324 My Innocent Angel

"We are the Mafia," Leonardo said, his voice steady, gaze fixed on his wife's face.

Sofia's eyes widened in horror, her lips quivered as she tried to question.

"What... what... do you mean?" Sofia stuttered, her voice shaking. "D... do you work for the M... Mafia?" Her words barely escaped her lips, the fear evident in her every syllable.

Leonardo sighed, clueless about how to make this easy for his wife. He never wanted to scare off Sofia, but the truth demanded to be spoken. He struggled to find the right words, to soften the blow without diminishing the gravity of his confession. The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words.

"Listen, Sofia, don't freak out." He shifted closer,, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I need you to understand that my involvement in the Mafia is not what you think."

Sofia's gaze wavered, a mix of confusion, fear, and curiosity dancing in her eyes. She waited, her heart racing, for him to continue. Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

"I... don't work for the Mafia," Leonardo confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "In fact, I... am... a Mafia king... as the leader of the Mafia Empire." he declared.

Sofia watched him with a horror-filled expression, the fear was evident in her trembling body. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Leonardo observed her reaction, his heart sinking as he realized the extent of her fear. He despised himself for causing such distress, for being the source of her terror.

At that moment, Leonardo's desperation took over. He couldn't bear the thought of Sofia hating him, of her being afraid in his presence. He would do anything to make her feel safe. His voice trembled as he spoke, a plea laced with sincerity.

"Listen, baby girl," Leonardo began, his voice cracking with emotion. "Please, listen to me very carefully. I could never harm you. I won't ever hurt you. Always remember that."

He leaned closer, his eyes locked with Sofia's, hoping to convey the depth of his sincerity.

She seemed relaxed after hearing him.

"Tell me, angel, that you trust me," he implored, his gaze fixed on her. His heart yearned for her to believe in him. All he wanted was to hold her, to provide comfort, but her fear of him pierced his soul.

Leonardo had always taken pride in his title as the mafia king, reveling in the power it bestowed upon him. However, witnessing her terror in the face of that power made him question everything he held dear. He contemplated forsaking it all if it meant she would no longer be afraid.

Her lashes lowered, and she nodded ever so slightly, a glimmer of trust flickering in her eyes. As Leonardo witnessed this, he released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, relief flooding his being.

softly, his voice filled with longing. "Look at

he reached out, tucking a finger under her quivering chin, attempting to guide her face

furrowed in anguish. The fact that she loathed his touch, that she was so petrified of

with a mixture of worry and frustration. He took a deep breath, trying to steady

I am feeling dirty," Sofia choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. She paused, swallowing the lump in her throat before mustering the strength to continue, "They... they touched me."

clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought back the urge to

voice laced with venom. "You don't need to feel bad. You are my angel. Pure and innocent." Leonardo's words were filled with a mixture of protectiveness and love, a desperate attempt

bring her solace and peace. Hell, he wanted to make those bastards alive and kill them again thousands of times, each time giving

lifted her gaze to meet Leonardo's eyes, and a flicker of

hold you, please," he whispered, his eyes pleading for her to

filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

take a shower," she finally managed

as

behind

made her feel dirty

to see her like this. He wanted her to know she was still as pure as her

scooped he up into his arms, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own.

across her face as she squirmed in

doing, Mr. Morelli?" she managed to

with a tenderness he hoped would reach her troubled heart. He knew he needed to establish a connection, to let her know that he was not like the men who had hurt her. Her protests continued, her voice laced with desperation and

me!" she squealed,

shouted, her voice filled

towards the bathroom.

surprise and curiosity as he switched on the

gasped softly as the warm water cascaded over her skin, the sensation

mixture that filled the air with a gentle fragrance. With a soft smile, he picked up a bath sponge

he asked, gesturing towards the