As soon as Leonardo's feet touched Russian soil, his heart ached for Sofia. Accompanied by his trusted men, he made his way to Don Adrik's opulent mansion, anticipation coursing through his veins. However, Adrik's men halted Leonardo at the entrance, attempting to impede his path. His patience was wearing thin, and Leonardo's sole desire was to see his beloved Sofia, even if it meant complying with their demands. They had pushed him to his limit this time. If Don Adrik dared to deny him the chance to lay eyes on his wife, Leonardo would unleash his fury upon this place, reducing it to ashes. Finally granted permission, only Domenico and Leonardo were allowed entry, while his loyal men waited outside, ready to execute his every command.At that moment, as his gaze fell upon Sofia, everything else faded into insignificance. Don Adrik's screams to halt were insignificant to Leonardo; nothing mattered except Sofia. His hands yearned to touch her, his body longed to feel her warmth, his li
Don Adrik seethed with anger. His carefully devised plan had failed, and everything had gone disastrously wrong, defying his expectations. He had foolishly believed he could make the great Leonardo Morelli bow to his demands. What a laughable notion! No one in this world could bend the indomitable Leonardo Morelli to their will. Adrik was about to learn, in the harshest way, that he had made a grave mistake by summoning Leonardo there.His face was flushed red, and he had lost all sense of reason as he barked orders at his men, commanding them to point their guns at Leonardo. Anger had clouded his judgment, making him blind to the reality that Leonardo Morelli was synonymous with death itself. Did they not understand the perilous path they were treading?Did Adrik truly believe that Leonardo would surrender just because he had managed to keep Leonardo's wife away from him for a single day? Such delusions existed only in Adrik's twisted mind. Leonardo remained composed, watching as the
Sofia and Domenico stepped out of the imposing mansion that belonged to the Russian mafia, an opulent private jet awaited them on the tarmac, engines humming softly in the background.“I think you should go back and help him. I will be alright,” Sofia told Domenico, her concern evident in her voice. She couldn't shake off the worry for Leonardo, who was now alone, surrounded by numerous armed men and the ruthless Don Adrik. In her heart, she prayed fervently for his safety, hoping he would return to her soon.“Don't worry. He will be alright. He is Leonardo Morelli. No one can touch a single hair on his head,” Domenico reassured Sofia with unwavering confidence.“He is alone there and surrounded by fifty armed people. Don Adrik is also very dangerous. I am scared for Leonardo's safety. Please, I beg you to go back to him,” Sofia pleaded, her eyes filled with anxiety.Domenico's expression softened, but he remained resolute. “I am sorry. I have orders to take you home safely. Your saf
Leonardo's eyes were consumed by an insatiable longing to see Sofia's face as he stepped foot in Genoa. He was in a frenzied hurry to reach home, every fiber of his being throbbing with the pain of separation from his beloved wife. He felt as though he couldn't survive another minute without her presence, craving to lay his eyes on her, to feel her touch, to know that he was truly alive. Each passing second without her felt like a slow and agonizing death.Rushing toward the airport exit, Leonardo's heart raced with anticipation. His car awaited him, and he swiftly settled inside, urging the driver to go faster. The long drive to his home felt unbearable, his patience worn thin by the relentless yearning that consumed him.As the car came to a stop before his opulent mansion, Leonardo wasted no time. He leapt out of the vehicle and dashed inside, his eyes searching for Sofia. His father and uncle sat in the grand hall engaged in conversation while his cousins lingered nearby. However,
Leonardo's arms tightened around Sofia, enveloping her in a protective embrace. His voice, a mixture of reassurance and concern, resonated in the space between them."We will be alright, baby girl. We will find a way to work through this, just as we have overcome our differences before. There is a solution to everything, but for now, I need you by my side. Promise me you won't try to walk away," he pleaded, his gaze intense and searching.Sofia shifted against his chest, a silent affirmation of her commitment. Leonardo pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for answers to the questions that haunted him."Why did you try to run away from me? What were you thinking? Do you realize you could have killed me?" His words carried a tinge of coldness as he recalled the pain of her escape.Sofia gasped, her voice trembled as she spoke, her emotions pouring forth. "I... I was afraid of being hurt again. When I overheard your conversation with your father, I thought you wou
"That's not fair," Sofia protested, her voice tinged with frustration, as Leonardo turned his back on her.His deep laughter reverberated through the air, causing her heart to race."Everything is fair in love and war, sweetheart," he announced shamelessly, his confidence evident in every word.Sofia took a deep breath, feeling the need to be heard. She mustered her courage and made a decision. With a determined look in her eyes, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to her side."Leonardo, I miss my husband," she confessed, her voice desperate and vulnerable.He chuckled, dismissing her emotions as mere tricks. He removed his coat and loosened his tie, yet still avoiding eye contact, trying to resist her charms.Undeterred, she walked slowly toward him, her eyes locked on his. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she took a stand in front of him, encircling her arms around his neck, drawing her body closer to his.He reacted immediately, gri
The following day, Sofia slowly stirred in Leonardo's embrace, her eyes fluttering open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Her head nestled under his chin, and his arms held her tightly as if not wanting to let her go. She relished the comforting warmth of his body against hers, a contented smile playing on her lips as she basked in the intimacy of the moment.She attempted to untangle herself, but Leonardo let out a soft groan, tightened his grip, and gently shook his head, silently urging her to stay. His voice, still husky with sleep, murmured, "Stay a little longer.""Let go of me. I need to use the bathroom," she said, her voice muffled against his chest, her fingers lightly tracing circles on his skin."But come back soon, okay?" Leonardo replied, his eyes still closed. He loosened his hold on her, allowing her to slip out of bed. As she stood up, she realized she was completely naked, feeling a slight blush creep into her cheeks. She picked up a soft, flo
"Sofia…" Leonardo tried to speak, but she glared at him fiercely, causing him to falter and stop mid-sentence."I said that I don't want to listen to either of you!" she exclaimed with a heavy voice, her emotions threatening to spill over. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she struggled to keep her composure while reprimanding the two men she loved more than life itself. The conflicting emotions within her heart weighed heavily, torn between her love for both of them and the exhaustion caused by their constant disputes.Leonardo tried to comfort Sofia, gently massaging her shoulder. "Okay... okay... you just relax and calm down. I won't say anything," he assured her, his touch comforting. "If you want, I apologize to Mr. Ricci. But you stop crying," he added in a low voice, and Sofia's heart melted at his concern.Carlo, however, remained skeptical, accusing Leonardo of putting on a facade. "Stop acting in front of her, Leonardo. I know that you are not an emotional kind
“You’re not telling her anything,” Domenico added, his tone less of a suggestion and more of a command. “She’ll be broken, Leo. She’ll never be the same after this—and neither will your marriage. You can’t do that to her.”His voice cracked slightly, frustration and desperation laced in every word.“I can’t watch her fall apart,” Domenico continued, his eyes pleading. “You know how much her self-respect means to her. She’s strong, but this… this would destroy her.”Leonardo looked away, guilt tightening his chest. “But… what if she finds out?”Domenico didn’t hesitate. “How?” he snapped, stepping forward. “How the hell is she going t
Leonardo didn’t answer. Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt, yanked the car door open, and stepped out without a word.“Where are you going?” Domenico frowned, confused.Sighing, he unfastened his own seatbelt, turned off the engine, and pushed the door open. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes instantly locking on Leonardo.The mafia king was pacing slowly, hands in his pockets, head low. The road was nearly deserted—just the occasional car speeding by. Above them, the night sky was star-scattered and dark, the moon absent. Street lamps cast pale yellow pools of light on the sidewalk, flickering faintly. It was quiet, almost eerily so.“What’s going on, Leonardo?” Domenico pressed, his voice taut with tension. Panic had begun creeping up his spine ever since Leonardo had admitted he’d done something that could break Sofia’s heart.Leonardo stopped pacing. He looked out at the road like he was hoping it would swallow him whole.After a heavy silence, he finally muttered, “I slep
Domenico drove like a man possessed, the tires screeching against the asphalt as he pulled into the clinic’s private entrance. The second the car stopped, medics were already rushing out. Leonardo had called ahead.Leonardo barely got out of the car before two nurses approached with a stretcher for Rusty, who was unconscious and pale from blood loss. Domenico helped them load him onto it, his jaw tight as he watched his injured man disappear behind hospital doors.Leonardo winced as he clutched his shoulder, blood still seeping through his shirt. A nurse tried to usher him inside, but he waved her off.“Get Rusty stable. That’s the priority,” he muttered.“You both need care,” she insisted.“I said, treat him first.”Domenico rolled his eyes. “For once, don’t be a stubborn bastard.”Eventually, the Italian don allowed them to clean and dress the wound—nothing deep, but enough to sting and tear the fabric of his day. The bullet had grazed him, but the tension in the room made it feel d
The musty air inside the warehouse was thick with dust and diesel fumes. Shafts of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the rusted ceiling, cutting across crates of firearms marked with foreign stamps. Leonardo adjusted the cuffs of his black linen shirt, stepping around a crate with slow, measured confidence.Domenico stood at his side, expression unreadable, arms crossed, and a Glock holstered beneath his leather jacket.Anthony Gonsalvis lit a cheap cigar and grinned, the oily kind of grin Leonardo had always distrusted. “Everything's here, Don Morelli,” Anthony said, waving a hand toward the open crates. “Fresh stock. No serials, no loose ends. Clean work.”Leonardo gave him a long, quiet stare. “I don’t give a damn about the wrapping, Anthony. What’s the price?”Numbers were exchanged, fake smiles offered. Domenico crouched beside a crate, pulling out a semi-automatic and inspecting the chamber. Everything seemed legit—too legit.Then came the sound.A sharp whistle. Tires scre
The soft rustling of the curtains filled the quiet bedroom as the moonlight streamed in through the open windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. The night air was cool and still, carrying with it a sense of calm that the couple hadn’t felt in days. Dinner had been quiet, filled with concerned glances from Leonardo’s parents and affectionate giggles from their children, Vincenzo and Lucia. But now, in the sanctuary of their room, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions.Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers over the blanket absentmindedly. Leonardo stood by the door for a moment, watching her. She looked fragile in the dim light, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.He finally walked toward her, kneeling in front of her like a man seeking redemption.“I owe you an apology,” he said softly. “Not just for last night, but for all the times I let my anger win. For making you feel like y
When Leonardo finally arrived home in his disheveled state, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, he found Sofia waiting for him near the front door. Her phone trembled in her tight grip, and the moment she saw him, she shot to her feet, rushing toward him.She threw herself into his arms, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you the whole night, Leonardo?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Who does this to his pregnant wife after a small fight, huh?”Her sobs echoed in the hallway as she pressed her face against his chest. Leonardo’s heart shattered at the sound of her pain. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though he could shield her from everything—including himself.“I’m sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “It won’t ever happen again. I swear.”Sofia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his stormy grey eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. Her voice was soft, but the words st
Leonardo stared at Ava, his heart sinking with helplessness. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The reality of his marriage, his love for Sofia, stood like an immovable wall between them. No—he loved Sofia, more than words could ever express, and the mere thought of betraying her, even if he didn’t remember every detail of the night, made him feel like a criminal.God, what have I done?He turned his gaze away, guilt consuming every corner of his mind. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pulled around her like a fragile veil, watching him with eyes full of something that looked like hope. But staying here any longer would only be a bigger mistake. Whatever happened last night—it shouldn’t have.“I have to go,” Leonardo muttered, already stepping toward the door.His hand had just touched the knob when a trembling voice froze him in place. “Leo…” Ava whispered, her voice broken. “I’m very alone.”He stood still, his back to her. The image of Sofia’s face flashe
Ava reached out, her fingers tracing lightly along Leonardo’s chest as she whispered soft, seductive words into his ear. But even in his dazed state, his reaction was immediate and fierce—he jerked away, his eyes clouded and nearly closed, yet his actions were furious as he shoved her hand aside with surprising strength.“Ouch,” she muttered, stunned more by the rejection than the force. His body was firm, solid like carved marble, and every part of her ached with longing. She had dreamed of this moment for years, and now that he was here—in her home, in her bed—she couldn't accept defeat.But it was clear: he wasn’t yielding.Frustrated, Ava stepped back and signaled her driver, who had been waiting just outside the door. Without exchanging a word, he entered the room and silently helped her undress Leonardo—his limbs heavy, his consciousness fading. She administered another dose of the sedative, watching his breathing slow as the drug took effect.Only then did she dismiss the drive
Sofia didn’t want to call her—not now, not ever. It went against every ounce of pride she still had. The very idea of reaching out to her to ask about her own husband made her stomach twist with humiliation. But her instincts as a wife were louder than her ego. Something deep within her, something raw and unexplainable, told her she had to find Leonardo—and that she would do whatever it took.With a shaky breath, she tapped the name on her phone screen. The dial tone rang only twice.“Ava, hi,” she said softly as the call connected, trying to sound composed.There was a pause before Ava responded, her voice low, almost too calm. “Sofia,” she said, the way one might say the name of an unexpected guest. “What makes you call me today?”Sofia hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Um… is my husband with you?” she asked carefully, every word laced with tension.There was a sharp inhale from the other side.“Your husband? And you don’t know where he is?” Ava’s tone instantly shifted