In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Don't Betray Me

Isabella rushed into the bathroom and began vomiting. There wasn't much left in her stomach, and as she continued, only stomach acid remained, causing nausea and pain. She turned on the tap and started splashing her face and rinsing her mouth vigorously.

The icy water on her face helped suppress the nauseating emotions, finally making Isabella feel more alive. As she looked at herself in the mirror-pale and absent-minded-the thought of her, a doctor, having ties with the mafia, felt like the ultimate punishment from God.

She had witnessed bloody scenes before while working in the hospital, tending to patients injured in accidents, some of them critically. She had also seen death, as the hospital was always filled with diseases and mortality. But those were accidents that everyone tried to prevent and fought to save lives. When they couldn't save a life, she mourned.

However, on Emanuele's side, life was continually trampled upon, extinguished with the cruelest methods. In this world of the mafia, did human life really mean so little?

Isabella stood before the mirror, regaining her composure. Suddenly, she heard a woman's scream coming from outside the bathroom.

She turned her head and saw Emanuele swaggering in. After entering, he closed the bathroom door behind him. He actually came here?!

But Emanuele didn't seem ashamed. He looked at Isabella and asked, "What are they shouting about?"

In the world of this hitman, where life could be so disregarded, rules were naturally meant to be ignored. After all, rules were made for those who followed them. How could he be expected to abide by them when he could so callously treat human life in this manner?

"Are you okay, Isabella?" Emanuele asked, noticing her pale complexion. She seemed on the verge of collapse, but her eyes still shone brightly, burning with an intense flame, revealing the resilience of this young woman.

She was so fragile now, yet she could still be angry!

Emanuele marveled at her. In his interactions with Isabella, he found her vibrant life force always captivating.

"You don't need to care about me. If you really cared, you'd kill a few fewer people," Isabella said, her stomach churning at the memory of Emanuele's description of the murder scenes.

Emanuele reached out and grasped Isabella's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Isabella, you're too innocent. If I don't kill them, they'll kill me. Do you want to see me dead?"

Isabella stared back at Emanuele. To be honest, she did hope this devil would go to hell, but if she said that, he would likely torment her again. She genuinely feared Emanuele's cruelty.

Oh God, she was truly scared of his torment. Could she somehow make him leave her world? She just wanted a peaceful life. Had the dream of having an ordinary life become so unattainable?

"Brother, what are you saying? Why would I want you dead? I just thought, can't we all get along peacefully?" Isabella concealed her frustration and answered cautiously.

Emanuele, however, scrutinized Isabella's eyes carefully. It was clear she was lying. He was an expert at reading people, and he knew all the micro-expressions that came with a lie.

Emanuele pressed Isabella's body against the nearby wall, his entire form pressed against hers. He could feel the fragile young girl's body against his own. At this moment, the wicked thoughts of desire resurfaced in his mind.

Emanuele's hot body enveloped her, making Isabella immediately tense. She remembered what had happened in the car last night, the terror of almost being consumed by him. And now, he wanted to do something to her in the bathroom?

Just then, there was a knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hey, who locked the door from the inside? If you don't open up, I'm calling security!"

"I'm about to burst! Hurry up and open the door, I need to use the bathroom!"

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