In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: He Kissed Her

Isabella's heart raced, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, fearing what was about to happen next.

Emanuele noticed them and immediately turned his gaze in their direction, but his focus was mainly on Isabella. His sharp eyes resembled that of a fierce beast, radiating an oppressive aura that made Isabella's whole body tense.

Even though Clark and Emanuele belonged to the same social circle, Clark appeared gentle and sophisticated, like a true gentleman. But Emanuele? He seemed like a monster to her. Isabella had witnessed intense scenes in the hospital, dealing with bloody emergencies, but none of those had instilled the fear she felt in Emanuele's presence.

"Emanuele, what a coincidence, are you here to watch a movie too?" Clark greeted Emanuele warmly, assuming it was purely coincidental.

"Clark, I'm here to pick up my sister. Sophia mentioned that we're having dinner together tonight," Emanuele replied, casually discarding his cigarette butt on the ground, pressing it out with his foot. It seemed to be one of his last acts of courtesy.

"Oh, really? That's unfortunate," Clark said with a tinge of disappointment. He looked at Isabella and asked, "Isabella, are you going home for dinner with your mother?"

"I..." Isabella shot a glare at Emanuele. Her mother was on her honeymoon with Leo; there was no dinner to attend. But under Emanuele's intimidating gaze, it felt as if her neck would be snapped if she didn't comply.

Isabella meekly responded, "Yes, my mom called a few times while I was watching the movie. She probably wants me to come home for dinner."

"Let's go, Isabella," Emanuele said curtly, opening the passenger door for her.

Isabella glanced back at Clark. "I guess I should go."

"Alright, I hope next time we can have a complete date," Clark said, though he was somewhat disappointed. He then turned to Emanuele and added, "Drive safely."

He wished he could have been the one to drive Isabella home; that would have been so much better.

Once they were inside the car, Emanuele's demeanor changed dramatically from the friendly face he'd shown to Clark. His expression turned icy.

Not a word was spoken as Emanuele drove off, taking Isabella away from the movie theater. The atmosphere in the SUV was tense, and Isabella couldn't help but notice that Emanuele, being the head of the Chicago Mafia, never traveled alone. She noticed that there were cars following them from the front and the back, clearly driven by his bodyguards.

Emanuele, fueled by anger, pressed harder on the gas pedal, accelerating to nearly 200 miles per hour. The scenery outside became a blur, and fear gripped Isabella so tightly that she had to grab onto the handle for support.

"Emanuele, can you slow down a bit?" Isabella nervously spoke up.

But Emanuele showed no intention of slowing down; in fact, he seemed to be speeding up.

"Are you out of your mind?" Isabella couldn't help but mutter.

Emanuele glanced at Isabella and couldn't help but smile, a smile tainted with a hint of bloodlust.

"Yes, I am. I must be out of my mind to come to the movies looking for you," he spat out menacingly.