In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Does Anyone Want to Marry Her?

At the wedding of Chicago's former boss, the place was bustling with guests, particularly from the five major families.

When Isabella arrived, she immediately noticed the security presence had multiplied fivefold from her last visit. Guards patrolled the grounds, and snipers were even positioned on rooftops, keeping a vigilant eye on the situation. Along the windows of the house, bodyguards observed every individual at the event.

Such stringent security measures, Isabella understood, were due to the heavyweight guests in attendance. Any mishap with any of them could spell serious trouble for Emanuele.

But really, this had nothing to do with her. Filled with unease, she wouldn't have come if it weren't for her mother, the only person who truly mattered in her life.

At the entrance, a red carpet was laid out, bordered with scattered rose petals. Gentle music wafted through the space, mixed with the scent of delightful perfumes. The ambiance was calm and serene, inviting a pleasant mood if one could ignore the guns and ammunition present.

"Oh, Isabella, you look beautiful today!" Grazia approached, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, immediately putting Isabella at ease.

"Let me introduce you. This is my husband, Andrew Lee," Grazia said, pulling her husband over to meet Isabella.

"Isabella, so glad to meet you. I missed the banquet the other day, but Grazia told me all about her new sweetheart sister," Andrew greeted Isabella warmly. They both seemed like outgoing and warm-hearted people.

"Let's go, Isabella, we'll chat with your mom," Grazia said, leading Isabella further inside.

Just then, people in the hall, engaged in conversation, suddenly looked up. Isabella followed their gaze to the second-floor balcony.

It was Emanuele.

Emanuele was specially dressed for the day, wearing a black tailcoat, his hair neatly combed back, revealing his sharply contoured, handsome face. As always, his expression was icy, surveying the crowd below from the second floor like a king high above. Even without speaking, his powerful aura made everyone look up at him involuntarily, their gazes filled with admiration and fear.

Isabella, recalling Emanuele's disrespectful behavior from the previous night, felt a pang of annoyance, her look towards him filled with disdain.

Unbeknownst to her, Emanuele's gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on her.

Isabella was startled and quickly averted her gaze, hoping Emanuele hadn't noticed her earlier expression.

She needed to find her mother and congratulate her on the wedding day.

Of course, Emanuele saw Isabella's annoyed look, whether it was her being upset about being in this situation or his actions towards her last night. But he had to admit, Isabella looked radiant today, like a princess – innocent and noble.

Many people's eyes fell on Isabella, causing Emanuele to frown slightly. For some reason, the way they were eyeing her, like wolves eyeing their prey, irked him.

At that moment, several clerics approached Emanuele. Rocco praised, "Emanuele, you've clearly put a lot of effort into this wedding."

Emanuele's gaze fell upon the crowd: "Of course, I want those Sicilians to know, if they dare to cause trouble on my turf, they'll pay the price!"

"Wow, what do I see here?" Just then, Clark whistled in astonishment. "Emanuele, when did your family gain such a beauty? She's with your sister, I assume you know her?"