In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Your Body Belongs to Me

In the room, no one dared to utter a word. Even though they were all Emanuele's family, they knew better than to interfere when he was in a rage. Attempting to stop him would only fuel his anger and lead to graver consequences.

Chloe had just finished her portion of pasta but couldn't suppress the urge to rush to the bathroom and vomit.

"What's going on, Emanuele? Was there something wrong with the pasta?" Sophia had a puzzled look on her face. She hadn't shown any reaction when Isabella had her meal.

"Of course, something's wrong. She fed Isabella something even a dog wouldn't touch," Emanuele replied, his temper still flaring. Thankfully, he holstered his gun and ordered the staff to prepare two steaks.

"Maybe it's just because Chloe hasn't cooked before, and she made an accidental mistake," Sophia suggested. She couldn't fathom why Chloe would sabotage Isabella, considering their good relationship.

Emanuele's lips twitched. He wasn't sure whether to believe Sophia's words, but no matter what, she was Isabella's mother, unlikely to harm Isabella to protect Chloe, though Chloe might be a different story.

"Isabella, I seriously doubt your intelligence right now. Even a child would vomit if they ate something awful. Don't you know that?" Emanuele gritted his teeth, perplexed by the fact that she had consumed something Chloe made, which tasted as terrible as dog excrement, and still put up a facade.

What was going on? Emanuele couldn't make sense of it. The woman who was fierce in his presence now seemed as docile as a lamb. Ever since Chloe arrived, she had been acting strangely.

"She made it for me, and I didn't want to be rude," Isabella explained, looking at the man who was currently defending her. For some reason, she felt less frightened in that moment.

Because he was standing up for her, she felt as though she was being protected.

Isabella found it strange. Even though this man had always bullied her, he would stand up for her when it mattered. Why was he doing that?

"Isabella, sometimes I genuinely want to open up your mind and see what's going on in there," Emanuele bit his tongue and lightly tapped Isabella's head. He remembered the events of yesterday, her fall and the bruised forehead, which made him cautious about using too much force.

He couldn't understand himself. Seeing this woman injured and vulnerable made him feel a desire to protect her. It was infuriating. He had always wanted her gone, so why couldn't he bear to see her hurt?

"From now on, you mustn't let this happen again, Isabella. You're the Mafia princess, and you have the right to reject anything that makes you uncomfortable. If Chloe bullies you, you can tell me, and I'll take care of her," Emanuele whispered to Isabella.

"Thank you," Isabella couldn't understand how Emanuele had suddenly transformed into a kind-hearted man, but she was grateful. At least, in this moment, her previously turbulent emotions had calmed down.

As for punishment, she didn't think Emanuele was needed for that. If he took action, Chloe might not even survive.

She felt that it was easy for Chloe to lose her life, but what she truly desired was to defeat Chloe herself, conquering the fears and pains deep within her.

Chloe, feeling ignored, returned to her seat, offering an apology to Sophia, explaining her ignorance of the situation. "It's alright, Chloe. Your parents have always pampered you, taking good care of you, and it's perfectly normal that you can't cook. But next time, you should taste the food before serving it," Sophia advised. "No worries, Chloe," she reassured.

Chloe also turned to Emanuele, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lombardi. You know I didn't mean to hurt Isabella. She's too kind and doesn't want to damage our sisterly bond, even if the pasta is difficult to swallow."

Emanuele took a sip of whiskey, placed the glass back on the table with a heavy clink, creating a dull sound. This startled Chloe, who tried to convey her plea with pitiful, tender eyes as she stared at Emanuele.

"Next time, you won't have the opportunity to make such a choice," Emanuele threatened, his implication clear - the next time, he might just shoot her.

"I understand," Chloe muttered and returned to her seat, relieved that the crisis was over.

She couldn't help but glare at Isabella, wondering how Isabella had earned Emanuele's favor to such an extent. What could he find appealing in her, with her obese body and unattractive face? Did he find her different because he had encountered too many beautiful women? She swore that she would take everything away from Isabella.

After the meal, seeing that Isabella was about to leave, Chloe grabbed Isabella's arm. "Isabella, can't you let me stay with you for a couple of days? I'll be going home in a few days, and I can't stay in Chicago for too long." She turned to Sophia, her tone filled with pleading. Isabella, however, couldn't control the shiver running through her body. That was because Chloe, at that moment, was subtly pinching her arm, just as she used to do to force Isabella to lie in front of her mother. If Isabella resisted, Chloe would pinch her arm, causing bruises and broken skin - something she had experienced all too often.

In this moment, Chloe's actions brought back the dread of those nightmarish days when she had been under Chloe's control.