In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 117: Expressing Gratitude To Emanuele

Chapter 117: Expressing Gratitude to Emanuele

"Want to go for a drink?"

In the past, after completing their missions together, Emanuele used to enjoy going to the bar with Phillip. There, they found not only drinks but also women. However, since getting married, Emanuele hadn't been to such places.

Today, Emanuele contemplated and decided to have a drink at the bar with Phillip.

As soon as Phillip entered the bar, he began hugging and flirting with women, while Emanuele paid no attention to these women, choosing to drink alone. Some women approached him for a chat, but Emanuele's thoughts were solely on Isabella.

After finishing a glass of whiskey, he stood up and told Phillip, "I'm heading back."

"Alright, boss, you go ahead. Married men are different. They play outside and still think about their wives at home," Phillip quipped.

Phillip didn't stop Emanuele. He knew Emanuele genuinely loved his wife, but when he thought about Isabella's adorable demeanor, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if his own wife were just as cute. Perhaps, he would rush back home right after work every day.

Isabella, separated from Evelyn, was lost in thought. She was worried that Emanuele had taken that man's life. While the man had been rude in his words, it didn't warrant paying with his life.

Why did these situations keep happening every time she left the house? It made Isabella resent going outside. This wasn't how it should be, she thought. Emanuele and his subordinates were too strict.

When Isabella returned to the apartment, she didn't pay any attention to Tony and Harry.

Seeing Isabella come back looking upset, Tony and Harry exchanged a glance, unsure of what to do. They were only diligently performing their work. Why was their wife so angry?

They hadn't done anything wrong. It was that damn bastard who was at fault!

Lilly noticed Isabella's mood and quickly asked her what had happened. Isabella shared her experiences of the day.

"They actually told Emanuele about the whole incident. Emanuele will surely kill that man," Isabella said with a heavy heart. She wasn't sad for that man; it was about a life being taken.

She had a deep respect for life. Every time Emanuele killed, it saddened her. It seemed like he was doing it for her, but it also meant he regarded her as his property. When his property was violated, he felt his dignity was also violated, so he killed.

Isabella hated this feeling.

"Isabella, after marrying Emanuele, you're not just yourself anymore. You also represent Emanuele and the Lombardi family," Lilly advised.

"Why can't I be myself?" Isabella immediately retorted. "Emanuele once said that even if we got married, I could still be myself."

She didn't want to become a puppet of a Mafia wife, restricted to certain activities every day. She felt that kind of life was terrible. Even though she loved Emanuele, she didn't want to lose her freedom.

Just then, they heard movement at the door, and Isabella turned to see Emanuele returning.

Seeing Emanuele, Lilly and the others quickly stepped aside.

Emanuele walked up to Isabella, reached out to embrace her, and pulled her into his arms, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"I heard someone hurt you today," Emanuele said.

Isabella caught a whiff of the strong scent of blood on Emanuele's body. It could only have come from that poor man. She didn't know what had happened to the man. Was he already killed by Emanuele?

The thought of him having just killed a man and now being affectionate with her made Isabella feel nauseous. "Did you kill him?" Isabella nervously asked the question she needed an answer to.

"Do you think I did?" Emanuele smiled.

Isabella gazed at Emanuele. "I was going to kill him, but since you asked, I spared his life. I merely gave him a punishment to let him know who he can offend and who he can't. Now, he knows not to be disrespectful to any lady again," Emanuele said, choosing his words skillfully. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Emanuele's words sounded appealing, and Isabella was touched by them. The man had indeed been rude, saying harsh things upon seeing her as a delicate young lady, making him an easy target for bullying. With Emanuele's reprimand, he probably wouldn't act so arrogantly in the future. Since his life was spared, Isabella felt a sense of relief. Emanuele had made a significant concession.

Thinking about it, Isabella leaned in and kissed Emanuele's cheek. "Thank you, Emanuele."

He was willing to compromise for her, wasn't he? He could see her discomfort, and this demon of a man knew how to show respect.

"If you want to thank me, you can do it in bed," Emanuele suggested, pulling Isabella closer to him as he sat on the sofa. The two were now incredibly close, and it had become quite intimate. Isabella's face had turned red.

With others in the room, Isabella couldn't act uninhibitedly in such a situation.

"Have you been drinking and eating outside?" Isabella asked, thinking she smelled alcohol on Emanuele.

"Phillip dragged me for a drink. I didn't eat anything," Emanuele admitted.

"In that case, to thank you, I'll make your favorite pasta tonight," Isabella decided, finding a way to express her gratitude to Emanuele.

Emanuele released his grip on Isabella, and she went into the kitchen.

Since Emanuele had found Lilly, Isabella hadn't cooked in a long time. But back when she lived alone, she used to cook frequently.

Isabella started preparing the ingredients. Even though it had been a while since she'd been in the kitchen, she was confident in her cooking skills. She quickly prepared two servings of pasta and brought them to the table for dinner, joining Emanuele.

Emanuele didn't usually like pasta, but ever since he tried Isabella's cooking, he couldn't explain why he found it to be quite tasty. He had grown to like it.

Now, Emanuele quickly devoured the pasta Isabella prepared. Seeing this, Isabella asked if he wanted more, and he nodded. Isabella served him another helping.

After dinner, they sat on the sofa and watched TV. Isabella's favorite variety show was on.

Emanuele frowned. "You really never get tired of this show."

"Of course not. When Grazia lived here before, I couldn't watch it, and I missed it so much," Isabella said.

Emanuele pinched Isabella's nose. "I'm different from that male guest you like. Aren't you disappointed?"

"Of course not," Isabella replied, teasing him, "Even though you have a temper, can be rough, and are quick to kill, it might seem like there's nothing good about you..."

As she spoke, she noticed Emanuele's expression darkening. He looked like he might want to kill someone. Isabella stifled her laughter.

"But you do have some good points," she continued, seeing Emanuele's mood improve slightly. He cared about her opinion. In their game, she might not be the loser after all.