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.

he pleaded softly, his voice

chin, attempting to guide her face upwards. Yet, she flinched instinctively, pulling away from his touch, her face

in anguish. The fact that she loathed his touch, that she was so petrified of him, tore at his heart.

worry and frustration. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the words hit him

in her throat before mustering the strength to continue, "They... they touched me." Leonardo's heart sank, his chest tightening as a surge of anger coursed through his veins when he saw her beautiful eyes brimming

his fists, his knuckles turning white as he

to feel bad. You are my angel. Pure and

bring her solace and peace. Hell, he wanted to make those bastards alive and kill them again

eyes, and a flicker of

please," he whispered, his eyes pleading

shook her head, her eyes downcast and filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. The

a

as he

behind her request.

her feel

to

beneath. Carefully, he scooped he up into his arms, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own. A myriad of desires threatened to consume him, but he fought them back, reminding himself of the purpose of his

squirmed in his arms,

managed to stammer, her wide eyes searching for

heart. He knew he needed to establish a connection, to let her know that he was not like the men who had

she squealed, her

filled with a mix

grip firm yet gentle as he carried her towards the bathroom. Ignoring her protests, he gently placed her down in the comforting embrace of

squeaked, her voice filled with surprise and curiosity as he switched on the water supply in the

water cascaded over

filled the air with a gentle fragrance. With a soft

girl, allow me," he