In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Fear of Marriage

Isabella looked like boneless in that moment, leaning into Clark's embrace, their intimacy resembling that of a couple.

Emanuele's eyes were fiery, his bloodshot eyes filled with rage. His hands trembled on the steering wheel as he struggled to control the impulse to rush out and separate them.

He bit down on his frustration, muscles tensing, watching Isabella and Clark as they disappeared into the apartment.

Emanuele didn't leave in haste; instead, he lit one cigarette after another.

Smoke filled the enclosed car as Isabella and Clark's image replayed relentlessly in his mind. The mere thought of their closeness, of Isabella leaning into Clark's embrace, and now with Clark residing in her apartment, made him uneasy. With them being alone, about to get married, it wouldn't be surprising if things escalated.

Sex...

Whenever Emanuele thought of it, his mind inevitably wandered to the image of Isabella lying bare beneath Clark. Her ample bosom, shapely derrière, slender waist-all would now twist and turn only for Clark.

He remembered that night and the intoxication in her eyes, her passion for his body, her skin turning pink, and her cheeks blushing. Her gaze held a clear affection that would now be exclusively Clark's.

Thinking of this, Emanuele felt a heavy weight in his chest, his heart racing, overwhelmed by anger that clouded his judgment. He wanted to rush into the apartment and take Isabella away.

However, his rational side prevailed. He couldn't act like this. There were more pressing matters at hand, like finding Frederick and wiping out every last one of those Sicilian men. Isabella's presence would divert his attention.

Despite his efforts to focus on the search for his enemies, thoughts of Isabella kept creeping into his mind during his rare moments of respite. He couldn't help but think about her and her impending wedding.

Damn it, Emanuele, you've never been one to let emotions get the better of you. You don't need much when it comes to feelings. So why let your attention drift to a woman like this?

As the leader of the Mafia, there were countless women he could have, and Isabella was just an ordinary woman. However, the defiance and determination in her eyes still captivated him.

The thought of her getting married tore at his heart like a knife, causing unrelenting pain. Emanuele pounded his steering wheel, then drove away.

Forget it. Don't think about it. Don't dwell on it. The wedding will be over soon.

Back at the apartment, Isabella and Clark returned home. Clark insisted Isabella go to her room to rest.

"Your body hasn't fully recovered. It was my mistake to take you out today, Isabella. Get some rest; in a few days, it will be our wedding, and I hope to see a radiant you then."

Clark went to find Lilly, inquiring about the medications Isabella had been taking recently, asking her to get some for Isabella.

Lilly was shocked when she saw Isabella's pale, fragile state. "My God, if I had known, I shouldn't have let you go out. Why did you go out for a short while and come back in such a bad state?"