In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 36: Let Me Help You Bathe?

Chapter 36: Let Me Help You Bathe?

He hurried towards Isabella and asked, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

God knew how intense his urge to kill was at this moment. If Isabella was truly injured, he would make those bastards pay a terrible price.

"I'm fine. These bloodstains are from other people," Isabella explained. She hadn't expected Emanuele to be so concerned about her, which pleasantly surprised her.

Seeing that Isabella was indeed unharmed, Emanuele finally felt relieved.

He glanced at the people around him, the ones who were still alive, their wounds carefully bandaged and tended to. It was clear that someone had done a good job taking care of them.

Was this all Isabella's doing?

Emanuele watched as Isabella continued to treat the next injured person. She conversed with them to soothe their emotions and expertly administered first aid. The surrounding area was now a rubble-strewn battlefield, littered with blood and corpses, yet Isabella remained emotionally stable. It seemed as though she wasn't afraid at all as she helped the injured.

In this place, she looked like an angel.

Their private doctor arrived, and he took the injured individuals for treatment. As for the remaining civilians, they were transported away in ambulances. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

With everything settled, Isabella stood silently, watching the ambulances drive away.

Emanuele walked over to her, putting an arm around her waist and softly said, "Isabella, I never knew you were so capable."

His tone was rare in its approval, and his eyes were brightly lit as if he had discovered a precious gem.

Emanuele had heard from Tony about Isabella using a gun to kill someone. He thought of her as a fragile and timid girl who needed to be protected. Even though she resisted, her struggles were feeble, and he had never taken her seriously.

Little did he know she had another side to her, one that made him find her even more intriguing. She was stronger and braver than he had ever imagined.

Grazia, as the Mafia princess, had experienced numerous assassination attempts, but she had always been well protected by her bodyguards. She couldn't do what Isabella had just done. When she learned to shoot, it took her a long time to hit the target. But Isabella was different.

However, when Isabella heard Emanuele's praise, she didn't feel happy. Instead, she felt a nauseating sensation rising in her throat.

It was disgusting, too disgusting! Isabella had never experienced anything so horrifying. The corpses were all in bizarre and gruesome states, some with heads blown off by bullets, some riddled with gunshot wounds, and others hacked to death. It was all so gruesome, bloody, and grotesque. Many of them hadn't died with their eyes closed.

The reason she had appeared so calm earlier was because she had suppressed her feelings. Her professional ethics as a doctor demanded that she remained composed when dealing with such gruesome scenes. But now that the work was over, her body relaxed, and the suppressed nausea surfaced, causing her to vomit uncontrollably.

Emanuele frowned and watched Isabella throw up. To be honest, most people would be repelled and keep their distance. But for some reason, Emanuele didn't find it disgusting. He was worried.

In this moment, she appeared so fragile, as if she could shatter at the slightest touch. He reached out and gently rubbed her back, hoping it would make Isabella feel a little better.

Isabella finished vomiting what little she had in her stomach. It was empty, but she continued to retch, even bringing up bile.

Emanuele handed Isabella a bottle of water. "Have some water; it'll make you feel better."

"Thank you," Isabella said, taking a sip of water, feeling a bit relieved.

As Isabella's pallor gradually returned to normal, Emanuele's tense heart relaxed slightly. He couldn't resist teasing her, "So, you're this fragile? A few dead bodies can scare you like this?"

"Just a few dead people?" Isabella responded, her voice filled with fear and anger as she looked into Emanuele's eyes. "So, in your mind, it's normal for a few people to die?"

"Isabella, that's how life in the Mafia works. You have to get used to it. Even if today, Phillip died right in front of me, my eyes wouldn't blink," Emanuele replied.

Phillip was his assistant and most skilled bodyguard. He had been with Emanuele since he was eighteen, and he still served him now.

Isabella was once again shocked by Emanuele's words. She looked at Phillip, who had also heard Emanuele's statement. Yet there was no change in his expression. He seemed to accept that such things were normal. He was willing to give his life for his boss.

Isabella's pupils trembled as she looked at the people present, all of them Emanuele's bodyguards, large, intimidating, and exuding an aura of ruthlessness. Like Phillip, they could give up their lives

for Emanuele at any moment.

It was too terrifying. Isabella couldn't fathom how these people could value the lives of others over their own. In her world, she might give her life for her mother, but for strangers, no amount of money could make her do the same.

She didn't know how she had ended up in this nightmarish world, and she was sinking deeper and deeper into it. Just as Emanuele said, ever since she entered their home, she couldn't go back.

After a moment of calm, Isabella decided to leave, but Emanuele held her hand.

"Let go; I want to go to the hospital to check on Andrew," Isabella said. She didn't want to stay with this devil anymore.

Seeing that she was returning to her previous resistance and agitation, Emanuele couldn't help but smile. He reached out and gently touched Isabella's cheek. "Very well, but they probably don't want to see you covered in blood."

It was then that Isabella realized she was covered in blood, the result of helping others with their wounds. Indeed, she should clean up.

Just as she hesitated, Isabella suddenly felt lighter as Emanuele lifted her off her feet.

"Let's go, take a shower, get some rest, and you can visit Andrew later," Emanuele said softly into her ear.

His breath brushed against her ear, causing a tickling sensation on her cheek. For some reason, Isabella, who had previously felt uneasy, now began to relax.

It was as if she felt safe when she was close to Emanuele. He brought Isabella back to their high- security apartment, and inside, she knew no assassin could get through. She felt utterly at ease.

Emanuele found Isabella's sleepwear, as well as underwear and lingerie.

"Go ahead and take a shower, clean yourself up, and get some rest," Emanuele suggested.

Isabella looked at Emanuele, hesitating.

Emanuele, seeing Isabella's reluctance, couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you moving? Do you want me to help you with your bath?"