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.