In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 114: Collided

Chapter 114: Collided

In her mind, Chloe's voice resurfaced.

"A fat bitch like you doesn't deserve a man's affection."

"Do you really think men like you, you filthy whore? They just want to sleep with you."

"You're nothing but a lowly bitch, only fit to clean toilets and live in the gutter."

In the past, every time Isabella recalled Chloe's hurtful words, it would shatter her, plunging her into darkness, overwhelmed by sadness and fear. But now, when she thought about what Chloe had said, her emotions seemed calm. Those words no longer had the power to hurt her.

Instead, when she thought about everything she had experienced with Emanuele just moments ago, about how he had looked at her with excitement, about how he had repeatedly collided with her body, Isabella felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Thank God she had met Emanuele. She never would have imagined that the man she initially thought of as a demon would make her feel like he was her entire world, like a god.

The next morning, when Isabella woke up, Emanuele was no longer by her side; he had become busy once more. But there was good news: Emanuele was no longer restricting her from going out.

"As long as you stay within the city, you can go wherever you want," Tony told Isabella.

Isabella was overjoyed and immediately called Evelyn to go shopping. Now that she was married to the head of the mafia, she couldn't see her best friend as often as she used to. She could only make plans to go shopping together.

"Sure, Isabella, I've missed you. Pippo had some family matters to attend to, so it's just me at home lately. I've been feeling so lonely," Evelyn complained as soon as she got on the phone.

"He went back home?" Isabella was a bit surprised. "I didn't hear about that."

"Yeah, he took a week off; he won't be back so soon."

"Alright, we'll meet up later," Isabella said, hanging up. She went to her closet, put on a light blue blouse with light gray jeans, and kept her outfit simple.

She met up with Evelyn at a nearby mall, and they went shopping together. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Isabella, now that you're the wife of the mafia boss, do you have more money than you can spend?"

Isabella showed her the black card she held in her hand. "Emanuele said I shouldn't spend more than a hundred thousand a month."

"Oh my God!" Evelyn exclaimed. "A hundred thousand? I can't spend that much in a year, let alone a month. How do you plan to spend it?"

"Well, let's start by buying you a couple of dresses. Do you like any jewelry? I can get that for you too," Isabella assessed Evelyn and then smiled.

Evelyn hadn't changed her appearance or style since before, so her friend was still the same. The only thing different was her relationship with Pippo, but it wasn't that significant. Isabella, on the other hand, stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was the same, but she had lost her youthful innocence and gained a sense of maturity and solemnity. She didn't look like a girl her age anymore.

She had been through a lot to become the person she was now. She had lost many things, but she had also gained a few. At least, it allowed her to overcome her psychological trauma.

Evelyn, hearing that Isabella was going to buy her clothes and jewelry, instantly perked up. She took Isabella to an upscale boutique that she had never dared to enter before and purchased two dresses and a pearl necklace.

"Isabella, thank you. You have money now, but you haven't forgotten your friends. I'm really touched! I hope your relationship with Emanuele keeps getting better," Evelyn said.

Isabella was left both amused and touched by Evelyn's words.

"Alright, alright, I'm a bit tired after shopping all day. I feel like getting a massage. What do you think?" Isabella asked.

It had been a while since she had a massage, and lately, she had been feeling quite exhausted and needed some relaxation.

Tony heard that Isabella wanted a massage and immediately said, "Mrs. Lombardi, you can't just go for a massage anywhere."

Isabella looked at Tony, questioning, "You mean I can't even get a massage now? Didn't Emanuele say I can have some freedom?"

This "freedom" had so many conditions attached.

"I'll contact the boss and see which massage place is suitable for you," Tony replied, taking out his phone to call Emanuele.

"Is it because many massage places are run by men, and there's undressing involved? I guess Emanuele is worried about you being exposed," Evelyn whispered to Isabella, leaning in close to

her ear.

Isabella thought Evelyn's guess made sense. With a man as possessive as Emanuele, who would get jealous even if someone looked at her, he wouldn't let another man touch her. He considered her his private property, and that idea made Isabella uncomfortable.

But she knew she couldn't change Emanuele's mindset. She had already discussed it with him last time, and he hadn't listened to her. What could she do?

Soon, Tony finished his call and told Isabella, "The boss said we can go to a nearby massage place. They are all our people, and I'll have them arrange female massage therapists."

Isabella looked at Evelyn, who nodded in agreement, and Isabella said, "Alright, let's go. I won't mention where we're going to avoid upsetting Emanuele."

As the massage place was connected to the shopping mall, Isabella, Evelyn, and Tony only had to cross an underground passage to reach it. They chatted and walked hand in hand when a man walked out of a nearby store and accidentally bumped into Isabella. The man's shopping bags fell to the ground.

"Can't you watch where you're going? Do you even have eyes?" The man immediately accused Isabella, looking quite angry.

Isabella was momentarily stunned and instinctively apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

She had indeed not noticed; she had been engrossed in her conversation with Evelyn.

"You're such an impolite girl. Be more careful next time!" The man grumbled, appearing quite irritable.

Just then, Tony swiftly approached, pushed the man against the wall, and grasped his neck. "What did you say?" he demanded.

Harry also stepped forward, positioning himself in front of the man.

"What kind of people are you? Planning to intimidate me?" The man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and glared at Tony, appearing furious.

Although the two men confronting him appeared to be bodyguards and not to be messed with, the man didn't seem to be an easy target.

"Apologize," Harry said sternly.

"Apologize? When that woman clearly bumped into me, you want me to apologize?" The man, despite his somewhat frail appearance, had an air of defiance that matched Tony and Harry.

"What's your name?" Tony suddenly asked the man.

The man fell silent as if contemplating whether to answer or not.

Isabella could clearly sense the nervousness in the man. His eyes started scanning the group of them, and his Adam's apple couldn't stop bobbing up and down uncontrollably.

However, it was Tony's words that truly terrified the man.

"Do you know who you just bumped into? Her last name is Lombardi."

As soon as Tony said this, the man began trembling even more, as if in utter disbelief.

"You should know that not long ago, Mr. Lombardi got married."

"No... No... I didn't know that...," the man stammered in extreme panic, to the point where Isabella began to wonder if he might have a panic attack, just like her. He was shaking like a sapling swaying in a strong wind, on the verge of being uprooted.