In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chloe Is Coming to Chicago

Isabella paused, her footsteps faltering, as if she was filled with uncertainty. She turned to look at Pippo. In Isabella's impression, Pippo was merely a schoolmate and someone who had been helpful to her and Evelyn at work. His personality was mild and cultured, making him a friend she could interact with, but that was it.

But now, he seemed to see right through her, recognizing the miserable state of her life, and incredibly, he asked if she wanted to leave. She wished she could.

However, thinking about Emanuele's icy gaze and his cold-blooded demeanor, Isabella knew she couldn't escape. At least for now, she hadn't found an opportunity to flee. Furthermore, his enemies believed she was associated with the Lombardi family, and if they killed her, it would hurt Emanuele, even though she wasn't!

But all in all, it made Isabella feel trapped. Staying here meant being toyed with by Emanuele, but leaving would likely result in her being abducted by Emanuele's enemies, who would ultimately torture her to death.

"Thank you for your concern, Pippo. I'm fine. I don't want to leave," Isabella told Pippo.

"But you don't look fine," Pippo sighed. "Isabella, are you sure you don't need my help? Trust me, maybe I can help you get away from those people."

"No, Pippo. I need to rest for a while, I'm feeling tired," Isabella waved off Pippo, then turned and left.

Pippo watched Isabella's retreating figure, furrowing his brow. Why wouldn't Isabella listen to him?

Because of Pippo's words, Isabella became even more agitated. She was well aware of Pippo's intentions, but for now, what could she do?

After a short rest, Isabella resumed her work. Despite being an intern, she was diligent and efficient, making the doctors eager to have her around.

Evelyn couldn't help but admire Isabella. "Isabella, you're amazing. You're already the princess of the Mafia. You don't need to work. You have endless money every day. So, why are you working so hard now?"

"I was forced into that world. Someday, I'll break free from it. My dream is to save lives as a doctor," Isabella replied. Her early years had been marked by the loss of her father, and she and her mother had struggled through adversity, facing mistreatment, hunger, and cold. This experience had driven Isabella to desire to become a doctor, to save lives and, indirectly, rescue the families of those she helped. She hoped to ease their hardships and prevent other children from suffering as she had.

This determination, however, had gradually eroded since she was thrust into the world of the Mafia.

At that moment, Isabella's phone rang, and when she saw the text message, her face turned deathly pale, and her breath became labored.

The message was from her cousin Chloe.

"Isabella, long time no see. I miss you. Next week, I'll be visiting Chicago. I hope you can host me."

Isabella, trembling, couldn't control her hands, and even her phone fell to the ground. Chloe was coming, and Isabella had an extreme fear of her cousin. Even though they hadn't seen each other in years, Isabella's phobia flared up at the mere mention of her name, as it did now.

Chloe scared her more than Emanuele.

Isabella immediately retrieved estazolam from her bag, shaking as she struggled to open the bottle. Due to her severe trembling, the bottle slipped from her hand and scattered pills all over the floor. She quickly picked one up and swallowed it, desperate to calm her anxiety.