In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: A Lifetime of Regret

However, Clark's advances were in vain because Isabella pushed him away. It was only then that Isabella realized she couldn't accept intimate contact with other men. Clark's kisses, even just a peck on the cheek, made her stomach twist, her body grow stiff, and she had to control her breathing to calm herself.

"Are you okay, Isabella?" Clark noticed her paling complexion and couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine, maybe just not feeling well," Isabella replied.

"Well, let's head back early. You need proper rest," Clark suggested, guiding Isabella outside. "We'll have plenty of time for shopping, and once we're in Canada, there won't be any danger, and you can go out anytime."

Listening to Clark describing their future together made Isabella's stomach churn even more. The food she had forced down earlier now seemed to battle in her stomach, making her want to throw up. She didn't understand her resistance to Clark. Was it because someone else was on her mind?

As she walked, she felt weak and had to rely on Clark's support. It was a far cry from being in Emanuele's arms, a sensation she longed for. She resisted the intimacy with Clark.

...

"We've lost some of our best brothers!" Emanuele roared, his tone filled with grief and anger. If he saw their enemies right now, he'd tear them apart.

Several sleepless nights had left Emanuele with bloodshot, reddened eyes, and he seemed as aggressive as a wild beast.

"We're all grieving," James replied, clenching his jaw to control his emotions.

"What should we do next?" he asked Emanuele.

"We must find Frederick's hideout as soon as possible," Emanuele said through gritted teeth. Only then could he rip Frederick apart, tear out his guts, and shatter his spine, making him crawl like a dog on the ground.

"Those Sicilian guys are keeping their mouths shut, but that's fine. Our target area has narrowed down," Phillip said, focusing on the red dots they'd marked on the map.

Emanuele stared at that red dot. Frederick wasn't in Chicago anymore; he was in New York. It was ridiculous that he'd invaded Emanuele's territory and now turned into a cowardly turtle, hiding from him.

But they only had a handful of people in New York, and finding Frederick's whereabouts in the entire city wouldn't be a simple task.

Nonetheless, he'd find him as soon as possible. After the wedding, he'd go to Frederick's doorstep and deliver a bullet engraved with his name.

"Get the investigation going. I hope to find him within two weeks."

"Boss, you could still put an end to all of this," Phillip suddenly spoke.