In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Tattooing Him

He had been threatened by the bodyguards, and after giving them a contact number, Daniel felt like his world was crumbling. Even though he was walking through the bustling streets, he couldn't shake off the feeling that a grim reaper was following him, ready to claim his life.

He returned to his apartment, feeling like a wandering soul, hoping that the knowledge of his name alone wouldn't lead anyone to his place. He thought that as long as he locked himself inside, he'd be safe. There were security guards downstairs, making it difficult for anyone to enter.

However, when Daniel opened his door and saw a man sitting in his apartment, he was so scared that he wanted to turn and run. But behind him, several bodyguards formed a human wall, blocking his escape route.

Daniel was pushed in front of the man sitting in the center of the room. At the moment, the man was sitting on the sofa, legs propped up on a table in front of him, looking quite relaxed. He was shaking his leg while smoking a cigarette.

He looked like the grim reaper from hell. Even though he hadn't said a word, his aura was so icy that it made it hard for Daniel to breathe. Oh God, he was Emanuele Lombardi!

Even though Daniel had never seen him in person, he had read about him in the newspapers and heard his colleagues mention him from time to time. He knew how ruthless Emanuele was, but he never thought he would encounter someone as ordinary as this.

"Daniel Morris, you look terrified. Do you know who I am?" Emanuele fixed his gaze on the terrified man in front of him, stood up, and walked towards him.

Daniel nodded quickly. "You're the head of the Mafia."

"I'm the head of the Mafia, and you should recognize me," Emanuele smiled, a self-assured madness in his smile that only added to the fear.

"Please, I really don't know what happened."

"You bumped into my wife today and spoke disrespectfully to her," Emanuele drew a knife and walked up to Daniel, grabbing his shirt and wiping his knife.

This made his knife look incredibly sharp, glistening with a silver cold light. "I'm sorry; I was in a hurry because she knocked something over."

"Are you blind? Is that what you said to her?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way," Daniel began to cry.

"Does she appear particularly weak and easy to bully?"

"No."

"She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes."