In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: She Doesn't Matter to Emanuele

Isabella wanted to say something but was stopped by Emanuele. "Isabella, it's time for us to go home."

Isabella could see the warning in Emanuele's eyes. By now, Grazia had already stood up and walked out with Rocco. Watching them leave, Isabella felt on the verge of tears, but she couldn't chase after them.

Just as she thought about this, Emanuele pulled her into his arms. Without a word, he led her to the car. Once the door closed, in the confined space for just the two of them, Isabella belatedly realized that Emanuele seemed angry.

Isabella had seen Emanuele angry before. When he was angry, the atmosphere around him would freeze, even if you didn't look at his face, you'd feel a sudden stifling sensation.

Isabella looked at Emanuele. "Are you angry?"

"Do you think I shouldn't be? Do you think that just because you're my wife, the great Mafia Queen, you can do whatever you want?" Emanuele sneered.

"I never thought that way." Isabella immediately retorted. Today's incident was because she cared about Grazia and was concerned about her getting hurt. How could Emanuele interpret it this way?

"You never thought that way?" Emanuele didn't believe Isabella's words at all. He couldn't help but mock, "Isabella, do you know that if I hadn't arrived in time, and if Rocco had lost his temper, you might have paid the price with your life."

Rocco was a formidable man, and Emanuele had briefed her on him. On the battlefield, he was a ruthless killing machine. Though it might not be evident in normal circumstances, who knew what he could do when angry? Isabella, being so fragile, might have been destroyed in an instant.

"I just asked a question. Why did he brutally kill me?" Isabella didn't understand. "Since he's so ruthless, why are you marrying Grazia off to him? Grazia will die."

Emanuele had to admire Isabella's intelligence. She instantly shifted the conversation from a disadvantageous topic to an advantageous one.

"As long as she doesn't provoke him, she'll be fine. But you, Isabella, don't think all those Mafia bosses are like me, showing mercy to your underlings. If you provoke them, you'll die miserably. Today, Rocco didn't lay a hand on you because you're my wife. In the future, don't do such things again."

Isabella wasn't afraid of Emanuele at this moment for another reason – she was angry too! People tend to show fearlessness when they're angry.

Why did Emanuele always act so superior? His words, especially now, sounded like her continued life was merely a favor granted because of his status.

Yet, if she hadn't gotten involved with him or the Mafia world, she would still be living freely, pursuing her career as a doctor.

Isabella glared at Emanuele with indignation. "Thanks a lot for saving my life, jerk! Without you, I'd be dead!"

Unfortunately, she was too small and fragile. Even her angry glare seemed cute to Emanuele, like an angry little kitten, not intimidating at all.

Suddenly, Emanuele's anger dissipated. He reached out and poked Isabella's indignant cheek. "Alright, I'm sorry too. I know you can't accept Grazia's marriage, but there's no room for negotiation. If Rocco is willing to marry her, I hope they can get married."

"But you just said he's cruel!"

"But he's gentle with the people close to him, like his late wife. I've seen them together, and their relationship was good."