In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Luring Isabella

And so, the two changed several positions until they were both exhausted, and only then did Emanuele release Isabella. Now, they lay in bed, Emanuele holding Isabella from behind. His hands caressed Isabella's spine, giving her a tingling sensation on her back.

Ticklish, yet strangely wonderful.

In the end, his hands stopped at a certain spot. Isabella knew it was where her butterfly tattoo was.

He still cared about this.

She thought that his return and their intimate moments meant he had let go of the suspicions in his heart. Yet, it seemed otherwise.

"Why did you come back?" Isabella inquired.

"Lilly said you've been in a bad mood lately, unable to eat," Emanuele's low voice sounded from behind her.

"Yes, a little," Isabella replied.

"Because of me?"

"You're suspecting me, aren't you?"

Emanuele furrowed his brows, and after a while, he said, "I admit, in fact, it's Frederick who made me suspicious of you. He has a photo of your back tattoo. This place, only the most intimate person could know about. You've never worn backless outfits, so where did he get a picture of your back?"

Although Isabella knew she was innocent, Emanuele's words had some validity.

She found it strange too.

"Could it be photoshopped? He only needed to know I had a back tattoo, and he might find someone to Photoshop a design similar to mine."

"That's also possible. Don't worry too much about this. I just want to investigate the cause and effect. Even if you have nothing to do with him, I want to know why he knows these details about you and why he's doing this."

Emanuele, at this moment, was caressing Isabella's hair gently. His movements were tender, making Isabella feel like a cat lying in its owner's arms-extremely comfortable.

Isabella leaned against Emanuele. She hoped Emanuele could uncover the truth soon.

"No skipping meals from now on," a voice suddenly came when Isabella was about to fall asleep.

Isabella immediately woke up and nodded, "I know. Can you also not be away so often?"

Even though she often got angry with Emanuele, thinking he was heartless, Isabella always looked forward to meeting him, hugging, and kissing him.

She knew her body needed Emanuele; she couldn't live without him. Therefore, she had this contradictory mentality, scolding Emanuele as a devil on one hand, but unable to leave him on the other.

Emanuele smiled, "Alright."

Actually, today was a rare moment of relaxation for him. In these past few days, stimulated by Frederick's information, he was almost going crazy. He was like a machine, constantly immersed in work.

"Emanuele, if you have any concerns, just ask me. I'll answer anything I know," Isabella said. They were a married couple, and they should be open about any issues instead of hiding things.

Emanuele looked at Isabella, staring at her for several seconds. His gaze scanned her face like a scanner. After a while, he said, "No need. I've asked what I needed to ask."

Since he chose to believe Isabella, he needed to find out Frederick's motives. If Isabella had no connection with Frederick, why did he say he would hand Isabella over, disappearing forever?

In the office, Phillip, seeing Emanuele lost in thought, couldn't help but offer his suggestion. "Boss, what if you try handing your wife over to him?" Now that Frederick was hiding in the shadows and they were in the open, maybe using Isabella as bait could help locate him.

But before he could finish, Emanuele kicked him. "How dare you suggest that?" Emanuele's voice was as cold as the freezing weather. Even a single sentence could be chilling.

"I wasn't suggesting actually handing her over. Just using her as bait," Phillip explained, enduring the pain in his leg.

In Emanuele's gray-brown eyes, there was no warmth. His gaze was especially cold, making Phillip feel his breath constricting. He regretted why he had spoken those words; now, the boss was angry.

"Phillip, as the head of the Mafia, if I have to use my own woman as bait, then I think I can find a replacement for the position. I can send women away as gifts for my own benefit, but using them as bait, knowing it puts their lives at risk? Especially Isabella? The Chicago Mafia has never stooped so low. Don't say such things again."

"Yes, boss," Phillip lowered his head, bowing to Emanuele. Whatever happened, he was indeed wrong this time.

However, he also saw Emanuele's concern for Isabella. In the past, when he followed Emanuele, jokes could be made freely. Now...

Indeed, as he thought, if Emanuele hadn't been persuaded to marry Isabella back then, he would regret it for a lifetime.