Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 The Russian Mafia
Leonardo had finally managed to track down Sofia's location, arriving just in time before she could leave the city. However, he was taken aback by the look of pure hatred in her eyes as she stared at him. A group of unknown individuals, their faces concealed by masks, were assisting her in her escape. Who were these people? Why were they helping her flee? He desperately wanted Sofia to hear him out, to listen to him just once.

But she seemed determined to run away, refusing to give him a chance to explain. Watching her walk away with hatred and disgust in her innocent blue eyes shattered his heart. His beloved Sofia hated him? It was a devastating realization.

Before he could comprehend the situation, he found himself begging her to come back, confessing his profound love for her. He was willing to do anything to convince her.

Sofia halted her steps, but tears streamed down her face even more relentlessly. Leonardo furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend her reaction. She covered her mouth with her trembling hand, closing her eyes tightly as she struggled with overwhelming emotions.

Just then, the deafening sound of a helicopter roared overhead, drowning out their voices. The forceful gusts of wind caused by the chopper compelled them to shield their eyes. Suddenly, gunfire erupted from an unexpected direction.

Leonardo's loyal men swiftly surrounded him, providing cover and ensuring his safety as they swiftly ushered him into his bulletproof car.

"Sofia!" Leonardo shouted her name desperately.

“Leave me, you fucking fools!” Leonardo's voice reverberated through the chaos as his people tried to pull him inside the car, away from the danger unfolding around them.

“But boss, they're firing outside. We need to protect you first. It's our foremost duty,” Mark replied, trying to reason with him.

“Save her instead. I won't spare anyone if anything happens to her,” Leonardo growled, his concern for Sofia consuming him.

Mark nodded, opening the car door and holding his gun out as he rushed toward Sofia. Leonardo followed closely behind, their hearts pounding in unison. However, their efforts were in vain—the chopper had already taken off, leaving Sofia nowhere to be found.

The ground beneath Leonardo's feet seemed to tremble in sync with his racing heartbeat. He frantically scanned his surroundings, running here and there, screaming Sofia's name like a desperate madman. But there was no sign of her.

“Sofia!!!” Leonardo's anguished cry echoed through the air as he fell to his knees, looking up towards the sky as if praying for her safe return.

Later, inside their headquarters, Leonardo sat, determined to find any trace of Sofia once again.

“We're not getting any signal. Something's wrong with the tracker,” Mark reported.

“How the fuck is this possible? Try again!” Leonardo ordered, his frustration and fear intertwining.

“Maybe they discovered the tracker on the ring and destroyed it, or perhaps she's out of our range,” Mark speculated, attempting to explain the lack of signal.

“Who the hell dares to abduct my wife?” Leonardo roared in utter frustration, unleashing his anger on a nearby table, shattering it into two pieces.

Just then, Domenico rushed in with some new information about the chopper.

“The chopper belongs to a Russian owner,” Domenico informed, and the word 'Russian' sent a jolt through Leonardo's mind, igniting suspicion.

“I think we have to wait for any call or demand from the kidnappers,” Domenico suggested.

“I can't, Domenico. I can't sit and wait for news about Sofia. I'm scared to my very core. I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. I've never been so afraid of anything before Sofia. If anything happens to her, if they so much as lay a single scratch on her, I won't leave anyone alive,” Leonardo declared with a determination that sent shivers down their spines.

“Calm down, Leonardo. Nothing could happen to her. She will be alright,” Domenico tried to comfort him.

But Leonardo knew that he couldn't be certain she was safe and sound until he could see Sofia with his own eyes and feel her warmth in his arms.

“Boss, the Russian supremo wants to talk to you,” Mark came running, holding the phone in his hand.