In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Claustrophobia Attack

Emanuele led Isabella outside, holding her hand. To an outsider, their relationship seemed quite amicable, but little did they know that each regarded the other as an enemy.

They arrived at the car, and Emanuele finally noticed that Isabella's hand was unusually cold. He furrowed his brow, remembering that her hand had been warm when he first held it. But now, it felt lifeless, like a corpse's hand.

Turning to look at Isabella, he noticed her vacant eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of fear, as if she had encountered a devil.

"What's wrong with you?" Emanuele asked. It was strange; why did Isabella seem so frightened now? She appeared as though her soul had left her body in fear.

Emanuele had never seen Isabella react this way before. Even though he had threatened her life several times, even held a gun to her when they first met, she had never shown such fear.

Isabella seemed unresponsive to his questions. She didn't react at all. Emanuele noticed that her breathing was barely perceptible, as if she might suffocate at any moment.

What was happening? He had spoken those words earlier with far less intensity than his usual threats. There was no way they could have scared her like this.

But her current reaction made it clear that she had been genuinely frightened by his words.

Seeing Isabella's lack of response, Emanuele couldn't help but shake her body gently. "Isabella, what's wrong? Should we go to the hospital?"

Damn it, even though he enjoyed seeing her in pain and torment, making her lower her expensive head in submission, he didn't want anything to happen to her. If she were to die, he would lose an interesting toy.

Isabella, shaken by Emanuele's shaking, felt her soul return to her body. She slowly turned to look at him, realizing that her claustrophobia was slowly taking over.

No, she couldn't let this happen. She couldn't let him know about her condition, or he would use it against her the next time.

Just as their Mafia family would exploit an enemy's weakness, they would show no mercy, resorting to murder, arson, even harming their enemies' wives and children. For them, her condition was just a minor vulnerability.

She couldn't let Emanuele use this against her, or she felt that she would soon be dead.

"I'm fine," Isabella managed to utter, then opened the car door, got in, and quickly, when Emanuele wasn't paying attention, retrieved some estazolams from her purse and swallowed the medication. The bitter taste spread in her mouth, and Isabella finally began to feel somewhat comfortable.

Emanuele also got into the car, watching as Isabella's condition gradually improved. Her complexion wasn't as pale as before, and when he held Isabella's hand, he noticed her warmth had returned. He could finally lay to rest the concern he had been carrying.

A mocking smile played on Emanuele's face. "I told you, your resilience is like that of a cockroach. You can't be killed no matter what. How could such a minor threat scare you to death?"

Isabella glared at Emanuele, her eyes filled with fury. "Mr. Lombardi, how long do you plan to torture me? Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Leave you alone? Isabella, you're a toy that fits my tastes perfectly. How could I possibly leave you alone?" Emanuele laughed, a cruel smile on his face. He felt that Isabella existed solely for him, from her appearance and figure to her personality. In fact, everything about her suited his taste.