In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Wanting to Strangle Her

"Isabella, no one has ever threatened me and lived to tell the tale," Emanuele said, his expression icy and his tone heavy, his grip on Isabella's hand tightening.

Isabella felt her throat becoming unbearably constricted due to the lack of oxygen. Her face turned crimson, and her vision started to fade, as if she might pass out any moment.

Dear God, she hadn't done anything wrong. Why was this demon torturing her so cruelly?

Watching the girl in front of him struggling for her life, Emanuele's lips curved slightly. Yes, she was so fragile. With a little more pressure, he could end her right there. Did he really think he was so special and powerful for toying with such a fragile creature?

Emanuele contemplated it; maybe he should just strangle her. Although Isabella was interesting, he couldn't allow her to challenge his boundaries so easily. As the head of the Chicago Mafia, he had to establish dominance. Anyone daring to provoke him would meet a swift demise. How else could he control his underlings?

However, as he saw Isabella's face growing paler, her struggles gradually ceasing, and it seemed like she might lose consciousness any moment, he furrowed his brow. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable, and he immediately released Isabella.

Isabella fell onto the bed, and at the same time, she got a chance to breathe again. It was like a fish that had been out of water for too long, suddenly being thrown back into it. She had never realized that being able to breathe fresh air normally could be such a wonderful thing.

Yet, when Isabella looked up and saw the mountain-like man before her, she couldn't help but tremble with fear. Her body was still shaking.

Seeing Isabella's fear, Emanuele's discomfort grew.

What's wrong with you, Emanuele? She challenged you, and you didn't like it. She's scared of you, and you still feel uncomfortable?

Emanuele left the room, closing the door behind him. He felt like he would go insane if he stayed with Isabella any longer. He was usually so decisive in his actions – if he wanted to kill someone, they wouldn't survive the next moment. But now, he was hesitating. What was wrong with him?

Emanuele's departure allowed Isabella to finally relax. This man was truly terrifying, with his inexplicable desire to be with her one moment and his irrational rage the next. In his presence, she felt like a tiny ant, with her life at his mercy.

Isabella thought this situation was beyond dreadful. She wanted to escape, but everyone here was connected to Emanuele. Where could she go? The only option might be leaving the country, but she couldn't bear to leave her mother behind.

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"Isabella, are you okay? You look really pale, and what's with the bruise on your neck?" Evelyn asked as soon as Isabella arrived at the hospital.

Both of them were doctors, so their professional sensitivity was high. Despite Isabella's attempt to hide the marks on her neck with a ribbon, Evelyn immediately spotted them.

"It's nothing, just an accidental injury," Isabella forced a smile. She had only noticed the bruising on her neck when she woke up that morning, a painful reminder of Emanuele's actions the previous night. She hastily covered it with a scarf.

Thinking of that demon, Isabella felt like she was living through a nightmare.

How could she ever escape him? Did she really have to marry Clark to break free? But she knew it would only be jumping from one abyss to another.