In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 92: Emanuele Commits Another Murder

Chapter 92: Emanuele Commits Another Murder

Even though those two men were jerks, Isabella didn't want the so-called "paying the price" to mean losing their lives. But at this moment, Emanuele had already reached those two men. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Although they appeared somewhat alarmed, the man on the left continued to let his gaze linger on Isabella. His eyes clung to her, like a venomous snake, making Isabella's skin crawl.

Emanuele was now seated right in front of the men. He wore a suit and had a particularly gentlemanly appearance.

The man on the left offered a smirk. "Is that your lover? She's beautiful."

Emanuele didn't respond. Instead, his hand found a hidden knife somewhere and thrust it directly into the man's eye.

The man's eyes rolled back, and blood instantly gushed out, staining the table before him. His body fell rigidly to the ground.

Seeing this gruesome scene, Isabella's breath caught, her eyes widened, and she struggled not to let out a scream.

Dear God, she had witnessed such a bloody spectacle! Isabella even felt like she could hear the sound of the man's skull shattering, ringing clear in her ears.

At another table behind them, the diners screamed and fled the restaurant.

The friend of the now-deceased man looked astounded, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. He appeared shocked, fearful, and saddened. His face turned ghostly pale, and his pupils trembled as if he

couldn't believe his friend had died so suddenly.

"Miss Isabella, don't look; it's too bloody," Phillip shook his head and walked in front of Isabella to shield her from the sight.

But Isabella still managed to glimpse Emanuele, using a napkin to wipe his hands and then tossing it onto the other man's food. He appeared remarkably composed, as if he'd just finished afternoon tea and not murdered someone.

At this point, the restaurant's owner, Ben John, emerged from the kitchen. Witnessing the scene, he exclaimed, "Oh, dear Lord, Emanuele, why can't you refrain from causing trouble in my restaurant?"

It was evident that he knew Emanuele. Facing such a situation, he seemed rather unperturbed.

"Sorry, Ben, would you mind taking care of this for me? Send the bill later," Emanuele said with a blank expression.

"You can't keep doing this," Ben sighed and didn't quite know what to say. "What did this poor bastard do to deserve such ruthless death at your hands?"

"He coveted my possession; I had to kill him," Emanuele replied emotionlessly. "And I intend to dig out his eyes to ensure he's a blind ghost in the afterlife."

Isabella's heart was shaking uncontrollably. "Your possession?" Ben's gaze shifted to Isabella, who was sitting at the table. He couldn't help but smile. "You got married? I've never seen her before."

"Yes, just married," Emanuele replied.

"Congratulations," Ben said. He noticed that Isabella's gaze had been fixed on them and waved at her, but she didn't respond. Isabella was in a state of terror, trembling all over, and the only

companions she had were fear and sorrow. She felt like her claustrophobia was about to kick in again.

In the air, a heavy scent of blood wafted, causing her stomach to churn and an urge to vomit.

She had encountered the smell of blood before during her time in the hospital, but the situation here was different. The other man had died a cruel death. The mere thought that this man had been brutally killed by Emanuele, just for stealing a few glances at her, made Isabella sick to her core. What was even worse, Emanuele's reason for killing him was connected to her. It made Isabella feel an unexpected burden of guilt.

At this moment, Emanuele calmly walked over and sat across from Isabella. Seeing him sit down, Isabella immediately stood up and headed towards the exit.

How could he sit down to eat so calmly just after killing someone, with the man's lifeless body still lying there, blood flowing? Isabella couldn't fathom such composure.

She began to regret her decision to come out today. If only she had stayed inside, she wouldn't have implicated others in all of this.

Even though that man had given her some creepy looks, he didn't deserve a death sentence. But before she could reach the door, her wrist was firmly grabbed.

"Where are you going? Finish your meal first," Emanuele said.

Isabella looked back at Emanuele. "Under these circumstances, can I really eat?"

Emanuele appeared puzzled. "The body has already been taken care of. It won't affect your meal."

Isabella did glance over at the scene where the body was being cleared, but she wished Emanuele understood that the sight of the corpse wasn't what was troubling her. She was repulsed by

Emanuele's ability to sit down and enjoy a meal so casually after taking someone's life.

And there was something else...

"Are you treating me as your possession, like one of your clothes or a watch?" she asked.

"You're my wife, the wife of the head of the Chicago Mafia. In Chicago, you hold the highest position after me. No one can talk about my wife without greeting me first, not even my father, mother, or brothers. Besides, that man had lustful and lecherous intentions. So, Isabella, he had to die," Emanuele replied with an icy tone.

Isabella was led back to the dining table by Emanuele. By now, their orders had been placed before them. Isabella's pasta looked absolutely delicious, and Ben had even added some extra cheese for her.

Although Isabella's stomach had been a little empty earlier, she now had visions of the man's body, his head shattered by the gunshot, his blood splattered across the table. Even though the area had been cleaned up, and the smell of blood had dissipated, Isabella still felt an imaginary trace of it, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Come on, eat. Or do you want me to feed you?" Emanuele glanced at Isabella's untouched plate and furrowed his brow.

Isabella hesitated but decided to start eating herself. In Emanuele's intense gaze, she had no choice but to push through her lack of appetite. She felt like she was dining with a devil.

After they finished their meal, Isabella lost all interest in sightseeing. She wandered around for a bit before returning to the apartment.

That night, while trying to sleep, Isabella had a terrible nightmare. She woke up screaming, tears streaming down her face. She had dreamt of Emanuele holding a knife and committing a gruesome

murder, a violent and bloodthirsty scene that left her nauseated.