In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 163: Holding a Funeral

Emanuele couldn't help but tightly grip Isabella's waist, forcing her to lie in his embrace.

"Isabella, can you please stop always making me angry?" Emanuele gritted his teeth. At this moment, he genuinely loved and hated Isabella.

"You're angry again?" Isabella was somewhat surprised and also very helpless.

She couldn't understand why Emanuele's emotions were so unstable, getting angry for no apparent reason. She had only repeated what Emanuele had said to her before. He was the one who had talked abou killing her, so why was he angry now?

Isabella was thoroughly confused.

Emanuele didn't want to answer Isabella. He just held her tighter, deciding he didn't want to argue with her now. He would wait until they returned to Chicago to discuss it.

Rain poured down, enveloping everyone, as if mourning their loss of loved ones.

Isabella was held in Emanuele's arms, and at this moment, their emotions were filled with sorrow.

The priest spoke words nearby, but Isabella couldn't absorb any of it. In her mind, scenes of the past, when she and Sophia depended on each other, replayed.

Her mother was as important to Isabella as life itself.

When Isabella's father passed away when she was young, Sophia raised her single-handedly. They had little money, and life was tough, but Isabella felt happiest being with her mother.

Because of this, she matured early. Despite being mistreated by her uncle's family, she endured it without resistance or telling Sophia. She feared her mother would worry or be upset if she knew.

So, Isabella endured.

Later, when Sophia fell in love with Leo, Isabella initially wanted to stop her. She believed Leo was a dangerous person, and for people like them with no background, getting involved with such people would only lead to a quicker death.

But Sophia had her own opinions and pursued a relationship with Leo, eventually marrying him.

Later, Isabella had to enter the world of the Mafia. Although during this process, Sophia forced her to do many things she didn't want to do, Isabella now realized that marrying Emanuele was the most perfect

outcome.

So, she didn't resent Sophia.

Sophia was her only family.

Now, she had passed away in this tragic manner. Isabella leaned against Emanuele, trying to control her emotions, but tears still streamed down her face.

She regretted not chatting more with Sophia the last time they met, not hugging her more. She regretted it; she should have done that at the time. Unfortunately, time couldn't be turned back.

Emanuele's hand caressed Isabella's back. He, too, was mourning, but he could stabilize his emotions.

Feeling Isabella's vulnerability, there was nothing Emanuele could do. The only thing he could do was to accompany her and make her feel his strength. Soon, Isabella's emotions calmed a bit. She looked at the coffins of their parents being lowered, knowing they were being laid to rest in their final resting place. Despite the reluctance in Isabella's heart, she knew they had to bid farewell.

At this moment, trembling, Isabella said, "When our time comes to face death, we hope we can also go to it together, just like our parents."

She loved Emanuele. She couldn't imagine living without him if he died.

"Yes, if we have to face death, you'll be lying in my arms," Emanuele hugged Isabella, "just like this moment."

Isabella felt that Emanuele's words

were moving but she also

understood that Emanuele couldn't possibly do such a thing. He would likely find another woman if she died, and if he died, she might follow him. However, that didn't matter to Isabella. At least, at this moment, Emanuele's comforting words were enough for her to feel consoled.

"Dad!" Grazia cried out, leaning on the coffin. Tears streamed down her face, and Rocco stood behind her, supporting her. "Dad, I will you. Remember to visit me in my dreams." Witnessing this scene, Isabella couldn't control her tears either. After the funeral, Isabella took one last look at the gravesite and then followed Emanuele into the SUV.

In the car, with only the two of them, Isabella wept softly while holding onto Emanuele.

In front of Grazia, Isabella had maintained her strength, even if she shed tears, it was silently. But now, in a world with only the two of them, Isabella felt she could cry out loud.

"I still find it hard to accept that I've lost my mother forever."

Not long ago, Sophia had video-called her, sharing pleasant experiences from her travels. How, in the blink of an eye, had she ended up lying in a cold coffin?

Emanuele kissed her forehead and wiped away the tears on Isabella's face, his hand gently caressing her cheek.

"I know it's difficult, but if you can't bear the pain, lean on me. I will always be your support."

Emanuele let Isabella rest in his

embrace, providing as much

strength as he could. Isabella simply straddled Emanuele, her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. Emanuele continued to shower her with kisses-on her hair, temples, and cheeks. His strong presence gradually brought stability to Isabella's heart.

She knew she wouldn't easily be broken by anyone, not even their enemies. Although Emanuele had eliminated this particular enemy, the nephew of this enemy was still missing, leaving them in danger. Moreover, as the head of the Chicago Mafia, many people eyed his position, and they couldn't completely escape the risk.

However, Isabella was no longer afraid. There was nothing to fear. She would stand by Emanuele's side and show those enemies that she was a powerful Mafia queen.

After the funeral, Isabella, Emanuele, Grazia, and Rocco arrived at Emanuele's luxurious apartment, chatting.

Isabella and Lilly prepared coffee for them. Then, she sat next to Grazia, observing everything in front of her.

It had been over half a year since

Isabella met Emanuele. In this time, so much had happened, enough to make a movie. The previous her was just an ordinary college student, aspiring to become a doctor and lead a simple life. But now, she was surrounded by some ruthless devils, watching them chat and laugh. Isabella knew that they had become her everything.

A week after the funeral, Emanuele set aside his work and returned home early every evening to accompany Isabella. He knew that Isabella needed his presence at this moment. Emanuele also took Isabella to the seaside in Hawaii to relax.

Since their marriage, they had never had a honeymoon, and even when Isabella went out, it was usually only in the vicinity of the apartment. Now, they were having their first romantic trip together. Isabella lay on the beach, watching the sunrise, the sunset, and the azure sea. In this serene environment, one's mood could indeed gradually relax. Resting in Emanuele's embrace, Isabella gazed at the endless sea before her. She thought, growing old together like this wouldn't be bad at all.