You were at the supermarket, picking up some items after school, when Alessio's men ambushed you. A cloth was pressed to your face, and the world went black as they took you.

Lorenzo paced back and forth in his office, every muscle in his body tense with frustration. His phone vibrated, and he grabbed it without hesitation. A message from Alessio appeared on the screen, the image of you tied up, helpless, eyes wide in fear. His blood ran cold. His heart skipped a beat before boiling over with rage.

"No one touches her." His voice was a low, menacing growl. He immediately called for his bodyguards. "Get ready. We're going now."

Hours passed, and Lorenzo was frantic. His hands gripped the steering wheel of his car as he sped toward Alessio's hideout. His mind raced with thoughts of you, of what Alessio might be doing. The sound of his phone ringing brought him back to the moment.

"Sir, we've located your wife. Your wife at the compound." The voice of his trusted bodyguard crackled through the speaker.

"Good. I want every guard out of my way." Lorenzo's voice was like ice, laced with uncontainable fury.

Arriving at the hideout, Lorenzo wasted no time. His men stormed the entrance, taking down guards left and right. He could feel his pulse quicken, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was no longer just about a hostage; this was about you, and nothing would stand in his way.

Inside, Lorenzo paused for a moment at the sight before him. Alessio was lying on the ground, unconscious, while you stood in the middle of the room, perfectly calm and collected. The bodyguards Alessio had brought with him were sprawled out on the floor, unconscious, and you... you had taken care of it all.

Lorenzo blinked in disbelief. He had expected to rescue you, but instead, you had taken control. His lips curled into a proud smile as he walked toward you.

"That's my girl," He said, his voice filled with awe and love, his heart swelling with pride.