In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Tattooing Him

He had been threatened by the bodyguards, and after giving them a contact number, Daniel felt like his world was crumbling. Even though he was walking through the bustling streets, he couldn't shake off the feeling that a grim reaper was following him, ready to claim his life.

He returned to his apartment, feeling like a wandering soul, hoping that the knowledge of his name alone wouldn't lead anyone to his place. He thought that as long as he locked himself inside, he'd be safe. There were security guards downstairs, making it difficult for anyone to enter.

However, when Daniel opened his door and saw a man sitting in his apartment, he was so scared that he wanted to turn and run. But behind him, several bodyguards formed a human wall, blocking his escape route.

Daniel was pushed in front of the man sitting in the center of the room. At the moment, the man was sitting on the sofa, legs propped up on a table in front of him, looking quite relaxed. He was shaking his leg while smoking a cigarette.

He looked like the grim reaper from hell. Even though he hadn't said a word, his aura was so icy that it made it hard for Daniel to breathe. Oh God, he was Emanuele Lombardi!

Even though Daniel had never seen him in person, he had read about him in the newspapers and heard his colleagues mention him from time to time. He knew how ruthless Emanuele was, but he never thought he would encounter someone as ordinary as this.

"Daniel Morris, you look terrified. Do you know who I am?" Emanuele fixed his gaze on the terrified man in front of him, stood up, and walked towards him.

Daniel nodded quickly. "You're the head of the Mafia."

"I'm the head of the Mafia, and you should recognize me," Emanuele smiled, a self-assured madness in his smile that only added to the fear.

"Please, I really don't know what happened."

"You bumped into my wife today and spoke disrespectfully to her," Emanuele drew a knife and walked up to Daniel, grabbing his shirt and wiping his knife.

This made his knife look incredibly sharp, glistening with a silver cold light. "I'm sorry; I was in a hurry because she knocked something over."

"Are you blind? Is that what you said to her?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way," Daniel began to cry.

"Does she appear particularly weak and easy to bully?"

"No."

"She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes."

He cleaned his knife and put it back in its sheath. Looking at the nearly unconscious man lying on the floor, Emanuele heard his heavy breathing and issued a chilling warning: "If you dare touch my wife again, I will kill you immediately. While you're still conscious, I'll dismember you piece by piece. Even if you beg for death, I won't let you die easily. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," Daniel lay on the floor, crying softly.

After doing all of this, Emanuele stepped out of the apartment. At this moment, an adrenaline rush of excitement surged through Emanuele's veins, as it always did after torturing or killing someone. It filled his entire body with a sense of euphoria. It was during these moments that Emanuele felt the beauty of wielding power.

Now it was almost dark. The sun was setting in the west, and this was Emanuele's favorite time of the day. It was so tranquil and peaceful. In the evening, he could finally relax.

During this time, due to the invasion of the Sicilian people, Emanuele had been extremely busy. Although he had dealt a heavy blow to Frederick by eliminating one of his hideouts, Emanuele knew that as long as Frederick remained at large, he couldn't rest easy.

He wasn't sure when Frederick might suddenly appear, but that was okay. After what he had done today, he felt an uncommon sense of relaxation.

"How about going for a drink together?" Phillip sensed that Emanuele was in a good mood at the moment and extended an invitation.

Besides being Emanuele's assistant, Phillip was also his friend. Emanuele treated those around him well, and in his presence, as long as everyone carried out their assigned roles, there was no need to display overt hierarchical distinctions in their everyday interactions.