In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: She Wants Him

Why was Emanuele like this? Isabella furrowed her brow; it seemed like the first time she had seen him lose control.

Emanuele, as a whole, appeared shrouded in darkness, devoid of any light. If he had been a devil before, now he resembled a demon emerging from the depths of hell, chilling anyone who looked at him.

Soon, Phillip emerged from the bedroom, and Isabella hurriedly asked, "Is he okay?"

"Boss is fine, he's just been affected by some dark stuff today," Phillip replied.

Dark stuff? Isabella furrowed her brow. For someone like Emanuele, who could skin people alive, what dark things could possibly affect him?

Seeing Isabella's inquisitive expression, Phillip sighed. "It's best for you not to know too much. It's not good for you."

Isabella nodded.

Tonight, she would sleep in the guest room. Originally, this was where Chloe stayed. But later, Emanuele ordered all of Chloe's room items to be replaced. Now, Isabella lay there, grateful for Emanuele's actions. Otherwise, she might have trouble falling asleep with Chloe's lingering presence.

Lying in bed, Isabella often recalled Emanuele's darkening eyes in the darkness, like a mountain pressing down on her. He kissed her, bit her, and his hardness pressed against her.

His overpowering masculine scent, invading her, made her crave him.

As Isabella thought of this, she felt a tingling sensation. Her underwear felt glued to her skin. However, she was also afraid of Emanuele's roughness. If only he could be a bit gentler, that would be even better.

Isabella drifted to sleep in this hazy state.

The next morning, she woke up to find that Emanuele had already left. Tony informed her that Emanuele's emotions had stabilized.

Isabella wasn't sure what could affect the emotions of this ruthless demon who had killed so many. However, Phillip said that knowing too much wouldn't be good for her. His advice made sense; she had always wanted to escape their world, and knowing these things would do her no good.

Emanuele had been busy recently. The Sicilian Mafia was becoming more active on his turf, with assassinations happening everywhere, proving the Sicilian Mafia was striking back hard.

Striking back against him on his own turf? Emanuele found it laughable.

Today, he received a message from Frederick on the phone he used to contact Emanuele. "Damn it, they've caught Robert! They're tying him up and beating him!"

Emanuele was furious upon seeing the picture and tightly gripped his phone, trying to control himself from smashing it. Although Robert looked okay for now, Emanuele believed that by tonight, he would receive Robert's lifeless body.

This had been their modus operandi all along. For enemies with no practical value, the only worth was in killing them and presenting their corpses to the other party, causing them pain.

"James, immediately send more people to gather as many leads on the Sicilian Mafia as possible. It would be great if you could bring back a few of those bastards to my dungeon!" Emanuele ground his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.

James was his trusted subordinate, a born warrior. A towering, muscular man at 6'3", he excelled in combat and shooting. He had helped Emanuele eliminate several crises and was highly trusted by him.

"Of course, boss," James replied and went to carry out the order.

Emanuele turned to Phillip and said, "Plant more people to protect my family. If Frederick could kidnap his driver, it means they will eventually get close to the people closest to me; it's just a matter of time."

Those damned bastards, Emanuele thought, anger mixed with concern.