In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 88: Please Make Emanuele Happy

Chapter 88: Please Make Emanuele Happy

In Isabella's impression, Pippo was a decent guy, but sometimes she found his concern a bit overwhelming. She often felt like her privacy was invaded, even though she knew Pippo meant well. However, now that Pippo was dating Evelyn, it took her by surprise. She couldn't recall Pippo showing any romantic interest in Evelyn before.

"How did you two get together?" Isabella asked.

"There was a shooting at the hospital, and you weren't coming to work. I was feeling really down at that time, and Pippo was there, caring for me. Eventually, he confessed his feelings, and we got together."

"Pippo still worries about you a lot, Isabella. Are you okay? Has Emanuele threatened you?"

Isabella shook her head. Just then, Grazia's voice came through.

"I'm here, Isabella, three minutes earlier than our agreed time," Grazia announced.

"Let's catch up another time," Isabella told Evelyn and ended their video call.

Grazia was dressed in a black dress, with striking silver earrings, exuding an air of elegance and sophistication. She looked every bit the true mafia princess she was.

Isabella and Grazia exchanged a hug, and Grazia took a good look at Isabella. "It seems like you had a good time last night."

Grazia's comment made Isabella blush instantly.

Grazia glanced at the shopping website Isabella had opened and couldn't help but advise, "Don't look at these. Online clothes might look good, but you won't know if they fit until you try them. I just called the clothing stores I frequent and had them send over a batch of clothes. They should arrive shortly. For now, let's enjoy our coffee."

Grazia leaned against the kitchen counter and peered at Isabella. "You don't look like you're about to kill Emanuele. Honestly, I'm really curious about your story with him."

Isabella burst into laughter. "I didn't find out Emanuele was my groom until he said it at the wedding yesterday. Can you believe that?"

"That's truly miraculous," Grazia said, clearly still in shock. "I don't understand why Emanuele did this. Even my parents seem clueless. But I really don't want to know about my brother's sex life."

Isabella chuckled and shook her head. "Don't worry, I'll never tell you."

Whenever Isabella thought of Emanuele, his rough and beastly demeanor, she felt herself plunging into the depths of desire. My, she hadn't been so keen on this aspect before, but now, she sensed that she had become Emanuele's sex slave.

However, what happened in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom. It wasn't something to be casually shared with others. Still, Isabella couldn't help but be curious about Emanuele. She felt like she didn't know much about him. Grazia, who had grown up with him, should have a better understanding.

"Grazia, can you tell me more about Emanuele? I feel like there's a lot I don't know about him. Sometimes, I manage to make him angry, and when he gets angry, it's genuinely terrifying."

"Then you might have misunderstood Emanuele," Grazia replied. "I know Emanuele sometimes appears harsh and unfeeling, but he's not a bad person. It's just that sometimes his demands can

be rather strict."

Strict demands? Isabella pondered Grazia's words.

"Right now, Emanuele is single-handedly carrying the Chicago Mafia. He has a tremendous burden on his shoulders. He must ensure the safety of all of us, and currently, the situation is dire. He's under immense pressure."

Listening to Grazia, Isabella couldn't help but think about Emanuele's recent busyness. Although he hadn't confided in her, she could sense that his stress had multiplied since the time they first met. His scent of blood was becoming stronger, and his aura more ominous. It made her sick and disgusted. However, in his world, his actions were justified. If he didn't eliminate those people, they would kill him. Moreover, Emanuele had to protect all of them, and he remembered the sacrifices of his subordinates clearly.

How could she think he had no heart?

"Has Emanuele relaxed at all with such pressure?" Isabella inquired. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Grazia shrugged. "He probably has, but I don't know."

Isabella couldn't resist asking another question. "Has he ever had a girlfriend?"

Grazia replied, "He has never brought anyone home for us to see. Isabella, to be honest, you must hold a very special place in Emanuele's heart. Otherwise, after all these years of being single, he wouldn't have suddenly decided to marry you. Regardless of whether he married you to toy with you, I've never seen Emanuele this nervous around anyone."

Is that so? Isabella thought about Emanuele's perpetually icy demeanor, even when he announced their marriage. Despite the sudden decision, his expression hadn't changed at all. He remained as cold as ever, making it impossible to discern any emotions.

"Although he appears unfeeling, the moment he considers you under his protection, he'll treat you well. He's a person who's loyal to his promises, and he will definitely respect the vows made at your wedding. One thing is certain, Emanuele will be faithful to his vows, just as you both pledged yesterday that only death could part you," Grazia's words sent a shiver down Isabella's spine because she felt this sentence carried more than one meaning. The death it referred to wasn't just dying of old age; it could also mean...

"Does this mean Emanuele will be faithful in marriage? That he won't treat it lightly?" Isabella inquired.

Grazia nodded. "Yes, that's right. Of course, he also expects you to reciprocate in the same way."

Isabella said, "I understand."

However, her heart was racing. She couldn't comprehend if it was Grazia who didn't fully understand Emanuele or if it was her who was still struggling to grasp him. Emanuele had made it clear that he only wanted to play with her, then discard her when he grew tired. But Grazia's words were different.

Isabella suddenly felt that Emanuele was truly complex, a puzzle she couldn't solve. She was his wife now, and they had shared the most intimate moments, yet she still felt like she didn't know him well enough. But at least he had been kind to those around him, hadn't he?

"Isabella, there's something I'd like to ask of you," Grazia began.

Isabella paused and looked at Grazia. "What is it?"

"Could you try to make Emanuele happier? He's under immense pressure."

"I'll do my best," Isabella replied. "But you know he's not the easiest person to get along with."

"That's exactly why I'm asking you," Grazia finished her coffee.

Just then, there was a commotion at the door. Tony opened it, revealing the delivery from the clothing stores Grazia frequented.

Isabella stood up, looking at the multitude of clothes being pushed inside. She couldn't hide her amazement. "Isn't this too many clothes?"

It felt like she could open a boutique in her own home.

"Try them all on. Keep what fits, return what doesn't. Isabella, you're going to work hard today, becoming a doll for everyone to dress up," Grazia casually picked up one of the outfits and encouraged Isabella to try it on.