In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: He Kissed Her

Isabella's heart raced, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, fearing what was about to happen next.

Emanuele noticed them and immediately turned his gaze in their direction, but his focus was mainly on Isabella. His sharp eyes resembled that of a fierce beast, radiating an oppressive aura that made Isabella's whole body tense.

Even though Clark and Emanuele belonged to the same social circle, Clark appeared gentle and sophisticated, like a true gentleman. But Emanuele? He seemed like a monster to her. Isabella had witnessed intense scenes in the hospital, dealing with bloody emergencies, but none of those had instilled the fear she felt in Emanuele's presence.

"Emanuele, what a coincidence, are you here to watch a movie too?" Clark greeted Emanuele warmly, assuming it was purely coincidental.

"Clark, I'm here to pick up my sister. Sophia mentioned that we're having dinner together tonight," Emanuele replied, casually discarding his cigarette butt on the ground, pressing it out with his foot. It seemed to be one of his last acts of courtesy.

"Oh, really? That's unfortunate," Clark said with a tinge of disappointment. He looked at Isabella and asked, "Isabella, are you going home for dinner with your mother?"

"I..." Isabella shot a glare at Emanuele. Her mother was on her honeymoon with Leo; there was no dinner to attend. But under Emanuele's intimidating gaze, it felt as if her neck would be snapped if she didn't comply.

Isabella meekly responded, "Yes, my mom called a few times while I was watching the movie. She probably wants me to come home for dinner."

"Let's go, Isabella," Emanuele said curtly, opening the passenger door for her.

Isabella glanced back at Clark. "I guess I should go."

"Alright, I hope next time we can have a complete date," Clark said, though he was somewhat disappointed. He then turned to Emanuele and added, "Drive safely."

He wished he could have been the one to drive Isabella home; that would have been so much better.

Once they were inside the car, Emanuele's demeanor changed dramatically from the friendly face he'd shown to Clark. His expression turned icy.

Not a word was spoken as Emanuele drove off, taking Isabella away from the movie theater. The atmosphere in the SUV was tense, and Isabella couldn't help but notice that Emanuele, being the head of the Chicago Mafia, never traveled alone. She noticed that there were cars following them from the front and the back, clearly driven by his bodyguards.

Emanuele, fueled by anger, pressed harder on the gas pedal, accelerating to nearly 200 miles per hour. The scenery outside became a blur, and fear gripped Isabella so tightly that she had to grab onto the handle for support.

"Emanuele, can you slow down a bit?" Isabella nervously spoke up.

But Emanuele showed no intention of slowing down; in fact, he seemed to be speeding up.

"Are you out of your mind?" Isabella couldn't help but mutter.

Emanuele glanced at Isabella and couldn't help but smile, a smile tainted with a hint of bloodlust.

"Yes, I am. I must be out of my mind to come to the movies looking for you," he spat out menacingly.

"Isabella, your behavior today has made me very angry," Emanuele said in a cold, icy tone, his voice as cold as the surface of a frozen lake.

Oh, dear! Isabella thought. She had been obedient enough, so why was he angry? Why was this man's mood so unpredictable and inconsistent?

"What do you want from me? I've followed your instructions, and you're still angry? I'm the one who's truly upset here!" Isabella exclaimed, trying to free herself from Emanuele's embrace, but his grip was strong, and she couldn't break free.

"I told you, you can only get married. No dating. You didn't listen," Emanuele murmured, his hand gently caressing Isabella's cheek. Looking at her tender, eggshell-like face in contrast to his calloused hand, he couldn't help but marvel at the difference.

A woman like her was meant to be cherished.

"Only get married?" Isabella gasped. She couldn't believe it. "Emanuele, you're going too far! I've followed your orders and interacted with the people you wanted me to. How does my dating affect you? Why are you stopping me from dating?"

Emanuele suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unable to respond to Isabella's question. Indeed, why did he care if she dated someone else? Why did he feel so anxious and angry when he saw her being affectionate with other men? He couldn't stand seeing her with anyone else. If possible, that person should never even look at her.

These thoughts seemed absurd to him, and he couldn't understand why he was thinking this way.

"Emanuele, I don't understand why you don't want me to date Clark. I can't just marry him right away, kiss him, embrace him, sleep with him, and have his children, can I?" Isabella was getting frustrated as she recounted the ridiculous expectations placed upon her.

Little did she know that her words were continually provoking Emanuele. Frustrated, he lowered his head and kissed Isabella's lips.