In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Emanuele Commits Another Murder

Even though those two men were jerks, Isabella didn't want the so-called "paying the price" to mean losing their lives. But at this moment, Emanuele had already reached those two men.

Although they appeared somewhat alarmed, the man on the left continued to let his gaze linger on Isabella. His eyes clung to her, like a venomous snake, making Isabella's skin crawl.

Emanuele was now seated right in front of the men. He wore a suit and had a particularly gentlemanly appearance.

The man on the left offered a smirk. "Is that your lover? She's beautiful."

Emanuele didn't respond. Instead, his hand found a hidden knife somewhere and thrust it directly into the man's eye.

The man's eyes rolled back, and blood instantly gushed out, staining the table before him. His body fell rigidly to the ground.

Seeing this gruesome scene, Isabella's breath caught, her eyes widened, and she struggled not to let out a scream.

Dear God, she had witnessed such a bloody spectacle! Isabella even felt like she could hear the sound of the man's skull shattering, ringing clear in her ears.

At another table behind them, the diners screamed and fled the restaurant.

The friend of the now-deceased man looked astounded, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He appeared shocked, fearful, and saddened. His face turned ghostly pale, and his pupils trembled as if he couldn't believe his friend had died so suddenly.

"Miss Isabella, don't look; it's too bloody," Phillip shook his head and walked in front of Isabella to shield her from the sight.

But Isabella still managed to glimpse Emanuele, using a napkin to wipe his hands and then tossing it onto the other man's food. He appeared remarkably composed, as if he'd just finished afternoon tea and not murdered someone.

At this point, the restaurant's owner, Ben John, emerged from the kitchen. Witnessing the scene, he exclaimed, "Oh, dear Lord, Emanuele, why can't you refrain from causing trouble in my restaurant?"

It was evident that he knew Emanuele. Facing such a situation, he seemed rather unperturbed.

"Sorry, Ben, would you mind taking care of this for me? Send the bill later," Emanuele said with a blank expression.

"You can't keep doing this," Ben sighed and didn't quite know what to say. "What did this poor bastard do to deserve such ruthless death at your hands?"

"He coveted my possession; I had to kill him," Emanuele replied emotionlessly. "And I intend to dig out his eyes to ensure he's a blind ghost in the afterlife."

Isabella's heart was shaking uncontrollably. "Your possession?" Ben's gaze shifted to Isabella, who was sitting at the table. He couldn't help but smile. "You got married? I've never seen her before."

"Yes, just married," Emanuele replied.