In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: A Simple Killing

Even through the phone, Isabella could sense that Emanuele was very angry at the moment. Her heart couldn't help but tremble a few times. God, she was genuinely afraid of him. It was like a mouse facing a cat. From the very beginning of this game, she had been at a disadvantage. Could the man beside her become the trump card to turn the situation around?

Isabella wasn't entirely sure, but one thing she could confirm was that Clark didn't seem to fear Emanuele. Despite sensing Emanuele's anger, his actions remained relaxed. One hand casually rested on the steering wheel, and the other held Isabella's phone, his face still sporting a somewhat gentle smile.

"Isabella is right next to me. We're about to have dinner. Emanuele, is it because Isabella's mother wants her to come home for dinner again?" Clark spoke without a hint of fear. They were equals in status, both from influential families, and they had been in contact for a while, so Clark knew what kind of person Emanuele was. He understood his brutality, coldness, and explosive temper, but he wasn't afraid. In fact, he sometimes found a strange enjoyment in witnessing Emanuele's cruelty.

"No," Emanuele replied, realizing that finding another excuse would be too clumsy. Only a fool would believe it. "Where are you having dinner? I'll join you."

Hearing that Emanuele wanted to join them for dinner, Clark was taken aback. "You, a busy man, are off work so early? And you have time to join us for dinner?"

Emanuele glanced around at his current surroundings. At this moment, he was in one of their dungeons, facing a man covered in blood who had just died. The body was gradually stiffening. Emanuele had even pulled out all the man's fingernails and brutally whipped him with a chili-infused whip, leaving not a patch of unharmed skin. But this man had refused to reveal any information about their leader's whereabouts, even though it was clear he had entered Chicago, and more turmoil was about to unfold.

Emanuele was truly busy, but he couldn't forget to eat.

"It's okay; there's always time for a meal," Emanuele replied, asking Clark to send him the restaurant information after they decided where to eat.

Ending the call, Clark turned to Isabella. "Your stepbrother wants to have dinner with us. It's quite amazing. To be honest, I haven't had many meals with him."

Despite their close relationship, they always seemed to miss each other due to their busy schedules. Plus, Clark's attention was often diverted to playing with women, and he would only meet Emanuele occasionally during their bi-monthly meetings.

Today, Emanuele unexpectedly wanted to have dinner with them? Isabella didn't know if it had anything to do with her.

When had Emanuele become so persistent? Thinking of what had happened last night, Isabella fell into distress. She didn't want to go through that again. Emanuele was a contradiction. He allowed her to marry Clark, but he didn't allow her to date someone else first?

She didn't understand, and she didn't want to back down any longer. Retreating further would only make her more passive and eventually strip her of all the rights she should have. With this in mind, Isabella bit her lip and firmly grabbed Clark's arm that was resting on the steering wheel.