Leo's POV
I was still reeling from the entire f*****g situation.
Alessia was bound to a chair as the rope burns already blooming on her delicate wrists with a gun pressed to her temple.
My wife was about to meet her demise because she couldn't stay put like I'd told her to.
What if I hadn't driven like an absolute maniac through those city streets? iBut the image of Alessia's body slumped in that chair, lifeless, those fire-bright eyes dimmed forever—
The man who'd held the gun to her head was still standing there, swaying slightly, eyes vacant and bloodshot. Drugged, probably. Or worse—conditioned. "Nobody points a gun at my wife and lives to talk about it."
"Leo, please no! Don't hurt him"
Alessia's scream cut through the warehouse like a blade. She lunged forward against the rop
