In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Don't Betray Me

Isabella rushed into the bathroom and began vomiting. There wasn't much left in her stomach, and as she continued, only stomach acid remained, causing nausea and pain. She turned on the tap and started splashing her face and rinsing her mouth vigorously.

The icy water on her face helped suppress the nauseating emotions, finally making Isabella feel more alive. As she looked at herself in the mirror-pale and absent-minded-the thought of her, a doctor, having ties with the mafia, felt like the ultimate punishment from God.

She had witnessed bloody scenes before while working in the hospital, tending to patients injured in accidents, some of them critically. She had also seen death, as the hospital was always filled with diseases and mortality. But those were accidents that everyone tried to prevent and fought to save lives. When they couldn't save a life, she mourned.

However, on Emanuele's side, life was continually trampled upon, extinguished with the cruelest methods. In this world of the mafia, did human life really mean so little?

Isabella stood before the mirror, regaining her composure. Suddenly, she heard a woman's scream coming from outside the bathroom.

She turned her head and saw Emanuele swaggering in. After entering, he closed the bathroom door behind him. He actually came here?!

But Emanuele didn't seem ashamed. He looked at Isabella and asked, "What are they shouting about?"

In the world of this hitman, where life could be so disregarded, rules were naturally meant to be ignored. After all, rules were made for those who followed them. How could he be expected to abide by them when he could so callously treat human life in this manner?

"Are you okay, Isabella?" Emanuele asked, noticing her pale complexion. She seemed on the verge of collapse, but her eyes still shone brightly, burning with an intense flame, revealing the resilience of this young woman.

She was so fragile now, yet she could still be angry!

Emanuele marveled at her. In his interactions with Isabella, he found her vibrant life force always captivating.

"You don't need to care about me. If you really cared, you'd kill a few fewer people," Isabella said, her stomach churning at the memory of Emanuele's description of the murder scenes.

Emanuele reached out and grasped Isabella's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Isabella, you're too innocent. If I don't kill them, they'll kill me. Do you want to see me dead?"

Isabella stared back at Emanuele. To be honest, she did hope this devil would go to hell, but if she said that, he would likely torment her again. She genuinely feared Emanuele's cruelty.

Oh God, she was truly scared of his torment. Could she somehow make him leave her world? She just wanted a peaceful life. Had the dream of having an ordinary life become so unattainable?

"Brother, what are you saying? Why would I want you dead? I just thought, can't we all get along peacefully?" Isabella concealed her frustration and answered cautiously.

Emanuele, however, scrutinized Isabella's eyes carefully. It was clear she was lying. He was an expert at reading people, and he knew all the micro-expressions that came with a lie.

Emanuele pressed Isabella's body against the nearby wall, his entire form pressed against hers. He could feel the fragile young girl's body against his own. At this moment, the wicked thoughts of desire resurfaced in his mind.

Emanuele's hot body enveloped her, making Isabella immediately tense. She remembered what had happened in the car last night, the terror of almost being consumed by him. And now, he wanted to do something to her in the bathroom?

Just then, there was a knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hey, who locked the door from the inside? If you don't open up, I'm calling security!"

"I'm about to burst! Hurry up and open the door, I need to use the bathroom!"

...

Would they break the door down, thinking they were caught in an affair?

Isabella grew even more nervous, her eyes fixed on the towering, imposing man pressing down on her. The damn feeling of suffocation returned.

Her throat felt as if it were being constricted, making it impossible to swallow or speak.

"Please, brother, I beg you, let me go," she whispered, her emotions overwhelming her and sapping her strength.

She wanted to push Emanuele away, but her feeble attempts were futile; she simply lacked the strength.

"Isabella, you're truly disobedient," Emanuele stared at Isabella and smiled, his grin carrying a hint of cruelty. "Usually, those who don't obey me are already dead."

"Emanuele, whether or not I'm obedient, at least on the surface, I've followed your orders, isn't that enough?" Isabella asked. She had been compliant and even flattered him. Why wouldn't Emanuele release her?

"Not enough, Isabella. I want not only your actions to submit to me but also your soul." Emanuele cupped Isabella's face.

His hand was large, making Isabella's face appear even smaller in his palm.

"If you're sick, go to the hospital!" Isabella couldn't help but curse. She had never encountered such a possessive man before. It was terrifying. She was a living person, not his puppet. Did he intend to control her like a marionette?

Seeing her angry, Emanuele grew even more excited. It meant he had control over Isabella's emotions. He could make her angry, sad, or afraid. In his eyes, her life should be under his dominion.

Emanuele's light brown eyes grew darker as he stared at Isabella's rosy, plump lips. Suddenly, he couldn't resist the image of kissing her from the previous night. He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Emanuele had gone mad. His kiss was rough, his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every corner, and he even bit her lip as if he wanted to devour her.

His grip on her tightened, pressing her against his body, and she could feel the undeniable hardness beneath him.

Damn it, Emanuele, you bastard!

Isabella struggled, hitting and pushing Emanuele's body, but her efforts were in vain. Her strength was no match for him.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by Isabella's ringing phone. She hastily put it on speaker.

"Isabella, are you okay? Why have you been in the bathroom for so long?" Clark's concerned voice rang out.

Emanuele paused and released Isabella. She immediately moved a few feet away from him, taking a moment to catch her breath. She replied to Clark, "I'm fine. I'll be right there."

After ending the call, Isabella looked at Emanuele. "Clark is waiting for me."

Emanuele gazed at Isabella's swollen lips from their recent kiss. The desire in his eyes still raged, but he also understood that if he were to present Isabella as a gift, he couldn't let Clark sense anything amiss.

He felt a twinge of regret. Why had he developed such intense desires for Isabella? He wished he could keep her tied to his bed, indulging in her day and night. This wasn't like him.

Isabella's influence on him seemed to be growing stronger, and this wasn't a good thing.

With these thoughts in mind, Emanuele reached behind him and touched the Glock Pistols hidden there. He warned Isabella, "Isabella, you better behave and not betray me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to kill you."