In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 138: Want To Strangle Isabella

Chapter 138: Want to Strangle Isabella

Although Clark is a playboy, for women he hasn't conquered yet, he can't help but think about them from time to time. During this period, he occasionally found himself thinking about Isabella.

This feeling of not having succeeded yet scratches at Clark's heart and lungs.

Upon hearing Clark's question, Isabella glanced at the two people on the stage.

"Do you know Rocco too?"

"Of course, we're friends." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Do you think he will treat Grazia well?"

"Don't worry about that. Rocco, even if ruthless in dealing with arms trafficking, notorious for his methods, is, in general, a good friend and even better to his woman. Besides, Grazia is Emanuele's only sister. Even for Emanuele's sake, Rocco would never harm Grazia."

Clark finally understood. So, the reason Isabella had a fight with Emanuele was about this.

"Will he love her?" Isabella suddenly threw out this question.

Hearing Isabella's words, Clark paused.

He didn't expect Isabella to ask such a question. Yet, her gaze was so sincere, with a sparkle of truth. It seemed she was genuinely asking.

While marveling at the girl's innocence, Clark also felt a hint of admiration. He didn't expect Isabella, who had been married to Emanuele for so long, to retain such innocence.

Such innocence is rare in the world of the mafia, making one unable to resist the urge to protect her.

"Isabella, I think love is a luxury, not something everyone can have. Grazia had it before, and she should be satisfied with that."

Isabella sighed and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, Emanuele returned and, seeing Isabella talking to Clark, his face instantly turned cold.

He thought about the time when he played matchmaker between Clark and Isabella.

Although he ultimately prevented them, it was apparent that Clark liked Isabella. Even if it was more due to his playboy nature, it still made Emanuele a bit nervous facing Clark.

Of course, regret filled Emanuele's heart. If it weren't for him treating Isabella as a gift, introducing her to the cleric, letting them all know Isabella... Isabella wouldn't have been chosen by Clark.

He had been trying to set them up, although he had sensed the conflict within himself back then...

Now, recalling these past events, regret pounded on Emanuele's heart like waves.

Fortunately, he made the right decision at the wedding, snatching Isabella back. Otherwise, as Phillip said, he might have regretted it for a lifetime.

Emanuele walked to Isabella's side, his hand around her waist, pulling her into his arms as if declaring his sovereignty.

"What are you talking about?" He looked at Isabella, then glanced at Clark.

That look! Clark saw Emanuele's wariness and couldn't help but think, did Emanuele believe his appearance was a threat to claim Isabella?

Although he regretted not getting Isabella, he chose friendship over a woman. He never lacked women, in the past, and still not now.

"Just catching up with Isabella. It's been a while since the wedding," Clark chuckled.

"Catching up?" Emanuele looked down at Isabella, seeming to ask her.

Isabella nodded.

"The banquet is almost over, Isabella, you don't look too well. Let's leave early," Emanuele said, looking at Clark, "I'll find some time to meet up with you."

"Sure." Clark nodded, watching Emanuele and Isabella leave.

In fact, before Emanuele and Isabella got married, Clark had no idea that Emanuele liked Isabella. This man was just too good at disguising himself. He appeared so serious, cold, and emotionless, giving off an air of detachment.

Back when they used to hang out together, they even suspected that Emanuele might end up alone for the rest of his life. They never saw Emanuele dating anyone, even though there were plenty of women around him.

Now, it seemed they had overthought it. Emanuele caring so much about Isabella was genuinely surprising! However, it felt like Isabella might not like Emanuele that much. Even though they were married, it seemed their relationship needed time to develop.

Interesting!

In the car, as soon as Isabella sat down, Emanuele pressed forward, getting close to her with an imposing manner.

"What were you talking about with Clark just now?"

"As you heard, we were catching up."

"Catching up? What kind of past do you two have?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Isabella's lips. "What past do we have? Don't you know? Initially, you wanted me to be with Clark, right? But, come to think of it, this seems to be your consistent style. Before, you sent me out like a gift. Now, you're sending Grazia out like that. Emanuele, in the future, would you do the same with your daughter?"

"Are you talking nonsense?" Emanuele's face turned extremely gloomy. She kept holding onto the Grazia incident. He didn't do it recklessly; he thought about it for a long time.

"Am I talking nonsense? Perhaps I really don't understand the world of the mafia. Women seem to be tools that can be traded at any time for you."

Emanuele looked at Isabella's red lips moving, so beautiful, full, and sexy, yet the words that came out made his lungs want to explode.

At this moment, he had the urge to strangle Isabella.

Seeing Emanuele silent, staring at her as if he wanted to kill her, but Isabella wasn't afraid. Even if he didn't like her, as long as he was interested in her body, Isabella knew Emanuele wouldn't dare to kill her.

Just as she was thinking this, a shadow fell in front of her. Her lip petals were covered by Emanuele.

The man nibbled on her lips, sucking in the breath from her mouth, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

The back of her head was pressed by Emanuele's hand, unable to move. She could only be forced into Emanuele's kiss, accepting the intrusion of his tongue.

Under Emanuele's skilled kissing technique, Isabella felt her body getting softer, and breathing became more difficult.

After who knew how long, Emanuele finally let her go. Isabella leaned against Emanuele's chest, panting heavily.

"Can you shut up now?" Emanuele pressed his forehead against Isabella's, holding her face in his hands, gazing at her.

Only then did Isabella realize that Emanuele had kissed her because he thought she talked too much just now, making him angry, so he used a kiss to shut her up.

But Isabella would never admit defeat. "What if I say no?"

"Seems like you want me to do you in the car in front of others."

Isabella was speechless.

Now she admitted that Emanuele was the most shameless person in the world. Phillip was still driving in front; he must have heard Emanuele's words. This made Isabella feel ashamed and wanted to find a place to hide.

Phillip was driving, even though he heard the noise behind him, he remained calm, pretending to be deaf. Otherwise, hearing too many secrets, Phillip felt he might not survive.

Back at the apartment, Emanuele instructed Lilly to cook some noodles.

"Are you eating so late?" Isabella was a bit puzzled.

"You probably haven't eaten." Emanuele looked at Isabella, her complexion still a bit pale. "I heard you vomited in the restroom during the banquet."