In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Choose Your Own Way to Die

Having just lost her mother and now on the verge of bidding farewell to Emanuele, Isabella watched helplessly as Emanuele faced the threat of death. It brought her unbearable pain. Unfortunately, she had no power. In this storm, she could only hide in a safe corner, knowing that her safety alone was already a great help to Emanuele.

In this moment, Isabella felt like her heart was being sliced into pieces, a continuous pain that threatened to make her collapse. "Emanuele... you must stay safe," Isabella whispered, feeling drained of strength. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find any other words.

Emanuele caressed Isabella's cheek, kissing her lips deeply. Their tongues intertwined, and he plundered the sweet and fragrant breath from her. Isabella responded willingly, kissing him, absorbing the dominating and intense scent emanating from Emanuele, as if she wanted to etch his essence into her mind.

After the kiss, Isabella ran her fingers over Emanuele's jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble, savoring the sensation. Afraid that if she let go, Emanuele would disappear, she held onto him tightly. Emanuele rested his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting. Suddenly, he smiled, breaking the heavy and sorrowful atmosphere around them.

"Don't worry, Isabella. I'll be fine. I can't bear the thought of another man having you," Emanuele teased.

Isabella, originally in sorrow, felt a surge of anger at his words. In the midst of such a critical situation, how could he still think about such things? Did he see her only as someone with an attractive figure and nothing else?

Her eyes, once filled with sorrow, now sparkled with fury. "If you really die, I'm only twenty-two. Am I not allowed to be with other men? You're dead, and you still want to control me?"

"You dare!" Emanuele's hand reached Isabella's neck, his fingers tracing her pulse. Her delicate neck seemed as if it could be easily snapped by him. Despite the circumstances, she still managed to provoke him with such words. Yet, seeing her shift from sadness to anger, Emanuele thought it might be better this way. He didn't want to see her in pain. If he had to choose, he'd prefer Isabella angry over seeing her sad and in tears.

Emanuele held Isabella close, cradling her in his lap, his hands running over her back.

The girl's back appeared delicate, especially when compared to his broad palm, it seemed so fragile. He caressed Isabella as one would stroke a cat.

"Isabella, you know our game isn't over yet, so I won't die easily. Don't even think about finding another man after this. If I die, I'll instruct James to kill you so you can join me in heaven," Emanuele spoke, a wicked grin on his face.

Isabella couldn't help but laugh at Emanuele's words. "You selfish man, dragging me even in death? But Emanuele, do you really think you can go to heaven after killing so many people? You're more likely to end up in hell."

"That's fine. I'll drag you to hell then," Emanuele retorted.

Isabella was infuriated by Emanuele's words. Her chest heaved, breath rapid, and her hands clenched into fists. Unable to contain her frustration, she threw a punch at Emanuele's chest.