Chapter 200 Nightmare

• Leonardo had tracked his wife, following the faintest leads, shaking down anyone who might know something. When he finally located her, he didn’t hesitate.
• The door splintered under his weight as he rammed through, gun raised, breathing hard from the chase. But he froze at the sight inside.
• Sofia was on the floor, her hands and ankles bound tightly with rough rope, her face pale, bruised, terrified. And standing between them was Ava, her eyes wild, her hand trembling as she aimed a pistol—now pulled from her handbag, directly at Sofia's head.