In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 62: She Wants Him

Why was Emanuele like this? Isabella furrowed her brow; it seemed like the first time she had seen him lose control.

Emanuele, as a whole, appeared shrouded in darkness, devoid of any light. If he had been a devil before, now he resembled a demon emerging from the depths of hell, chilling anyone who looked at him. Soon, Phillip emerged from the bedroom, and Isabella hurriedly asked, "Is he okay?"

"Boss is fine, he's just been affected by some dark stuff today," Phillip replied.

Dark stuff? Isabella furrowed her brow. For someone like Emanuele, who could skin people alive, what dark things could possibly affect him?

Seeing Isabella's inquisitive expression, Phillip sighed. "It's best for you not to know too much. It's not good for you."

Isabella nodded.

Tonight, she would sleep in the guest room. Originally, this was where Chloe stayed. But later, Emanuele ordered all of Chloe's room items to be replaced. Now, Isabella lay there, grateful for Emanuele's actions. Otherwise, she might have trouble falling asleep with Chloe's lingering presence.

Lying in bed, Isabella often recalled Emanuele's darkening eyes in the darkness, like a mountain pressing down on her. He kissed her, bit her, and his hardness pressed against her.

His overpowering masculine scent, invading her, made her crave him.

As Isabella thought of this, she felt a tingling sensation. Her underwear felt glued to her skin. However, she was also afraid of Emanuele's roughness. If only he could be a bit gentler, that would be even better. Isabella drifted to sleep in this hazy state.

The next morning, she woke up to find that Emanuele had already left. Tony informed her that Emanuele's emotions had stabilized.

Isabella wasn't sure what could affect the emotions of this ruthless demon who had killed so many. However, Phillip said that knowing too much wouldn't be good for her. His advice made sense; she had always wanted to escape their world, and knowing these things would do her no good.

Emanuele had been busy recently. The Sicilian Mafia was becoming more active on his turf, with assassinations happening everywhere, proving the Sicilian Mafia was striking back hard.

Striking back against him on his own turf? Emanuele found it laughable.

Today, he received a message from Frederick on the phone he used to contact Emanuele. "Damn it, they've caught Robert! They're tying him up and beating him!"

Emanuele was furious upon seeing the picture and tightly gripped his phone, trying to control himself from smashing it. Although Robert looked okay for now, Emanuele believed that by tonight, he would receive Robert's lifeless body.

This had been their modus operandi all along. For enemies with no practical value, the only worth was in killing them and presenting their corpses to the other party, causing them pain.

"James, immediately send more people to gather as many leads on the Sicilian Mafia as possible. It would be great if you could bring back a few of those bastards to my dungeon!" Emanuele ground his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and hatred.

James was his trusted subordinate, a born warrior. A towering, muscular man at 6'3", he excelled in combat and shooting. He had helped Emanuele eliminate several crises and was highly trusted by him. "Of course, boss," James replied and went to carry out the order.

Emanuele turned to Phillip and said, "Plant more people to protect my family. If Frederick could kidnap his driver, it means they will eventually get close to the people closest to me; it's just a matter of time." Those damned bastards, Emanuele thought, anger mixed with concern.

Emanuele dialed Grazia's number.

Soon, Grazia's warm voice came through the phone, "Emanuele, what's going on? Are you okay? Dad told me you've been facing some trouble lately."

"It's indeed a big trouble, but I'll handle it," Emanuele said. "But before that, Grazia, promise me, don't go anywhere, and it's safest to stay at home with Andrew. If you have to go out, make sure to take extra bodyguards. I worry about you."

"Don't worry, we'll be careful," Grazia replied. "Emanuele, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Your voice sounds exhausted. How long has it been since you rested?"

How long? Emanuele thought. He had only slept for three hours last night, but for him, it was a decent amount of sleep.

"Don't worry about me. Right now, my priority is to ensure your safety."

After advising Grazia, Emanuele ended the call and then called his father.

"Dad, Chicago is currently in danger. I want you all to stay home if there's no urgent need to go out. The security in the mansion is top-notch," Emanuele spoke without waiting for Leo to reply.

"Alright, Emanuele. If you need any help, you can tell me. I'll try to contact my friends to see if they can help," Leo offered.

"No need, Dad. If it comes to that, I'll have cleric step in," Emanuele said before hanging up.

Now, he had informed his family, except for Isabella.

Thinking of Isabella's stubborn and rebellious nature, he realized that despite wanting to kill her before, he must include her in his protection now. If anything happened to her, it would make his enemies believe that he couldn't protect his loved ones, rendering him vulnerable.

With this in mind, Emanuele called Isabella.

At that moment, Isabella was busy in the operating room, and her phone was outside. She didn't hear the call.

Emanuele called Tony and instructed him to ensure Isabella's safety.

Truth be told, he wanted to keep Isabella locked in the apartment if he could. For him, that was the safest place. However, he knew the importance of her job to her and couldn't help but feel he didn't want to cut off all of Isabella's social activities.

Could demons be compassionate? Emanuele wasn't entirely sure about his own thoughts.

Seeing her in pain and despair had once excited him, but now, thinking of her possibly suffering from depression if she lost her job, he couldn't bear it. So he instructed the bodyguards to protect her as best as possible.

Isabella emerged from the operating room and nodded in response to Tony's message about Emanuele. She was genuinely concerned about his condition. His appearance, the constant lingering scent of blood, and the exhaustion in his eyes all indicated he was facing a major problem.

Since they were perceived as part of the same family now, she knew he had to divide his attention to protect her.

Isabella worried about Emanuele's situation. He was surely a mess right now.

But she quickly composed herself. Was she going crazy? She couldn't believe she was worried about such a demon.