In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 116: Tattooing Him

He had been threatened by the bodyguards, and after giving them a contact number, Daniel felt like his world was crumbling. Even though he was walking through the bustling streets, he couldn't shake off the feeling that a grim reaper was following him, ready to claim his life.

He returned to his apartment, feeling like a wandering soul, hoping that the knowledge of his name alone wouldn't lead anyone to his place. He thought that as long as he locked himself inside, he'd be safe. There were security guards downstairs, making it difficult for anyone to enter.

However, when Daniel opened his door and saw a man sitting in his apartment, he was so scared that he wanted to turn and run. But behind him, several bodyguards formed a human wall, blocking his escape

route.

Daniel was pushed in front of the man sitting in the center of the room. At the moment, the man was sitting on the sofa, legs propped up on a table in front of him, looking quite relaxed. He was shaking his leg while smoking a cigarette.

He looked like the grim reaper from hell. Even though he hadn't said a word, his aura was so icy that it made it hard for Daniel to breathe. Oh God, he was Emanuele Lombardi!

Even though Daniel had never seen him in person, he had read about him in the newspapers and heard his colleagues mention him from time to time. He knew how ruthless Emanuele was, but he never thought he would encounter someone as ordinary as this.

"Daniel Morris, you look terrified. Do you know who I am?" Emanuele fixed his gaze on the terrified man in front of him, stood up, and walked towards him.

Daniel nodded quickly. "You're the head of the Mafia."

"I'm the head of the Mafia, and you should recognize me," Emanuele smiled, a self-assured madness in his smile that only added to the fear. "Please, I really don't know what happened."

"You bumped into my wife today and spoke disrespectfully to her," Emanuele drew a knife and walked up to Daniel, grabbing his shirt and wiping his knife.

This made his knife look incredibly sharp, glistening with a silver cold light. "I'm sorry; I was in a hurry because she knocked something over."

"Are you blind? Is that what you said to her?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way," Daniel began to cry.

"Does she appear particularly weak and easy to bully?"

"No."

"She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes."

But in the next moment, Emanuele grabbed Daniel by the neck. "You're lying, Daniel. If you were alone with her today, you would definitely have insulted her, and then you would have left without looking back, just like you do with others. You wouldn't have paid any price. My wife is kind, she wouldn't hold it against you, but unfortunately, I'm not my wife. I won't forgive you so easily. People must pay for their actions, and today, we'll see what price you have to pay."

Emanuele roared at Daniel, and at that moment, he looked like an angry tiger, ready to devour the man in front of him.

He was genuinely furious, not expecting this man to dare insult Isabella. Isabella usually irritated him, making him want to strangle her, but in reality, he couldn't bear to see her get hurt. Now, how dare this stranger be disrespectful to Isabella? He decided to teach this man a lesson in manners.

With this in mind, Emanuele grabbed Daniel's throat and began to tighten his grip. Daniel's face turned from red to purple as he struggled, but it was futile. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Emanuele let go of him.

Daniel lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes tightly shut, seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness. Emanuele stepped on Daniel's face, his shoe exerting force, as if crushing a bug. Emanuele then released his foot. There was now a shoe print on Daniel's face. Emanuele ordered his bodyguards to lift Daniel up, remove his shirt, and then he took his knife and stabbed it into Daniel's back. "Ah!" Daniel screamed in pain. But Emanuele's hand did not waver as he carved a large "L" into Daniel's back, representing Lombardi.

Daniel struggled violently, but his guards held him securely in place, preventing any movement. He had to endure as Emanuele engraved all eight letters into his flesh. Blood flowed from Daniel's back, making him look like a man drenched in red.

Emanuele knew that this amount of blood wouldn't pose a threat to Daniel's life. He might be weakened for a few days, but he wouldn't die. Emanuele spared his life because he knew that if he killed him, Isabella would feel guilty and upset. For the first time, he didn't kill someone who had offended him. However, the name etched on his back would become a permanent scar, a reminder that he should never offend any woman, especially his wife, in the future.

Whenever he saw him or Isabella, he would learn to walk away immediately. "This is just perfect," Emanuele said, looking at the name he had engraved.

He cleaned his knife and put it back in its sheath. Looking at the nearly unconscious man lying on the floor, Emanuele heard his heavy breathing and issued a chilling warning: "If you dare touch my wife again, I will kill you immediately. While you're still conscious, I'll dismember you piece by piece. Even if you beg for death, I won't let you die easily. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," Daniel lay on the floor, crying softly.

After doing all of this, Emanuele stepped out of the apartment. At this moment, an adrenaline rush of excitement surged through Emanuele's veins, as it always did after torturing or killing someone. It filled his entire body with a sense of euphoria. It was during these moments that Emanuele felt the beauty of wielding power.

Now it was almost dark. The sun was setting in the west, and this was Emanuele's favorite time of the day. It was so tranquil and peaceful. In the evening, he could finally relax.

During this time, due to the invasion of the Sicilian people, Emanuele had been extremely busy. Although he had dealt a heavy blow to Frederick by eliminating one of his hideouts, Emanuele knew that as long as Frederick remained at large, he couldn't rest easy.

He wasn't sure when Frederick might suddenly appear, but that was okay. After what he had done today, he felt an uncommon sense of relaxation.

"How about going for a drink together?" Phillip sensed that Emanuele was in a good mood at the moment and extended an invitation.

Besides being Emanuele's assistant, Phillip was also his friend. Emanuele treated those around him well, and in his presence, as long as everyone carried out their assigned roles, there was no need to display overt hierarchical distinctions in their everyday interactions.