Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 392 Can't Breath Without Her

Leonardo's mind was consumed with thoughts of Sofia's perilous situation. He felt an overwhelming need to reach her as quickly as possible. However, agreeing to the terms and conditions set forth by the Russians weighed heavily on him. "What the hell does he want?" Domenico questioned, his concern evident.

"He wants me to accept his terms and conditions, which he presented earlier," Leonardo replied, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"We can never allow them to peddle drugs and promote prostitution in our country. It goes against our ethics," Domenico asserted firmly.

"The Mafia knows no ethics, Domenico. They only understand how to seize power and accumulate wealth, no matter the means," Leonardo explained, reminding his friend of the ruthless ways of the Mafia.

"So, are you seriously considering agreeing to their conditions?" Domenico asked, clearly taken aback. Leonardo was known for his refusal to bow before anyone, but he had never been faced with such a helpless situation before.

"Do I have any other choice? If I want my wife and baby to be safe, I have to agree," Leonardo hissed, closing his eyes in defeat. It was the first time in his life that he felt this powerless. He reluctantly acknowledged that emotions could indeed weaken even the strongest of men and lead them to make foolish decisions they never thought possible.

A deep sigh escaped Leonardo's lips as he exhaled the frustration that had built up within him. At that moment, he could finally grasp why his father had always been so cold-hearted and merciless toward everyone.

"Domenico, get in touch with Don Adrik. Let him know that I am prepared to agree to his conditions and sign the deal. But there is a condition of my own-I must see Sofia first," he instructed firmly. "Arrange everything for an immediate journey to Russia. Inform Don Adrik that we are coming to meet him. It is of utmost importance that my Sofia is safe and well cared for, especially since she's pregnant."

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In Russia, Sofia stood in disbelief, her heart heavy with betrayal from her supposed best friends, Rena and Enzo. She had trusted them wholeheartedly, never suspecting they would use her as a pawn in their sinister games. Her past was marked by a recurring pattern of trust turning to pain, leaving her to wonder if her emotional attachments were a mistake. It seemed she was cursed always to find herself in trouble while those around her reveled in their heartlessness and selfishness.

Locked in the luxurious room that felt more like a gilded cage than a prison, Sofia couldn't fathom why they had kidnapped her and kept her in this opulent confinement. What did they hope to gain from her?

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door creaked open, revealing Rena entering the room, carrying a tray in her hand.

Rena? I'm certain you're not my friend, so why have you kept me captive here?" Sofia's voice trembled with anger and hurt,

nonchalantly. "If Don were to hear you, you'd be in grave trouble. Just some friendly advice, you

do this to me? Was our friendship and your care for me all just a façade? I demand an answer, Rena. Why would you betray me like this?"

inform you that you're here because of your husband. And let's be clear, we were never friends. We were merely

he have to do

him and exploit his weaknesses," Rena said, her smirk making Sofia's blood

discovered you were pregnant, that was the leverage we needed to make him vulnerable and agree to our conditions. Now, he'll come crawling on his knees, begging for you and his child," Rena added, her voice

long. Sofia realized she was merely a pawn in their plan to reach Leonardo. She

to take good care of you," Rena said, placing the tray in front of

Sofia exclaimed in anger, turning her face

to keep your baby safe and healthy.

baby. She couldn't risk her

according to the prescription from your

who not only held her captive but also took care

the kind of Don

have to wait long, as the

a pleasure to meet you after hearing so much

be so devilishly good-looking? It bothered her that his appearance

and why the hell do you keep me captive?"

Are you not comfortable with my hospitality? Tell me what else you need. I will arrange anything for you," he said, his eyes running over her form in

not to dignify his question with a response. Instead, she turned

he

why