Chapter 5: Emanuele Suddenly Appears In Her Room
Chapter 5: Emanuele Suddenly Appears in Her Room
Grazia''s calm aura was like a soothing balm to Isabe''s escting fear. It was crystal clear, this
wasn''t the moment to reject her; Isabe was at her weakest, unable to confront the Lombardi n
or Emanuele. But Grazia, having been intertwined with the family for years, must have mastered her
own survival tactics. Isabe recognized that she would indeed need Grazia''s aid in the future, as
they were both trapped in the tangled web of mafia princesses.
Post the grand feast, Sophia suggested that Isabe should stay over for the night.
"Darling, it''ste, why not spend the night?" Sophia proposed. But to stay over? Absolutely not!
"No, I have an unfinished internship report, and work awaits me tomorrow," Isabe declined firmly.
Sophia escorted her to the door, wrapping her in a soft hug.
"Mother, I wish for your happiness," Isabe expressed.
"Isabe, my dear, I wish the same for you. If there''s a boy who has captured your heart, chase him
fearlessly, don''t hold back," Sophia replied with a warm smile, gently stroking Isabe''s hair. Their
heartfelt blessings for each other were genuine, but Isabe wished her mother would reconsider.
Exiting the mansion, Isabe could finally let her guard down; she was exhausted. But at least until
Sophia''s wedding with Leo, she could avoid encountering Emanuele, and she could relish a brief
respite.
Damn it, why was she ruminating about that devil again? She had suffered enough torment for one
night.
When her car transported her to the other side of the city, the buildings that filled her view were
mundane, unremarkable, much like herself. But Isabe''s heart began to rx gradually.
Once the car halted, she dashed out and sought refuge in her rented apartment.
On ount of her limited finances, Isabe had opted for a secluded,pact apartment, but she
had filled it with warmth. The chai-colored curtains, the ecru sofa, and the pale yellow bed linen
reflected the warm hues Isabe favored, making her feel as though her room was bathed in
sunlight.
It was modest, yet cozy.
This was her sanctuary, her corner of the world, not that icy opulence built on the blood and lives of
others. However, reflecting on the night''s events, especially that devil of a man, Isabe felt as
though the de of a guillotine was looming over her, uncertain when Emanuele would materialize
to im her life.
Isabe drew a deep breath. At this juncture, she was disadvantaged; she needed to devise a n
to navigate the current crisis.
...
New York, NightVibes, VIP Booth.
In stark contrast to the lively ambiance at the bar''s front desk, Emanuele and his entourage traced
the server''s steps through abyrinth of corridors, leading them to the most secluded, tranquil, and
secure VIP booth.
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Soft lighting and hushed tones enveloped the booth''s upants, each d in sharp Armani suits
and savoring premium wine.
Emanuele had vacated the Lombardi residence due to a meeting with the clerics.
After departing his home, he boarded a private jet to New York, rendezvousing with clerics from the
other four major families at this bar.
Currently, the leaders of the world''s most notorious crime syndicates were nestled in the booth.
Besides Emanuele, there was Ro Gallo, the chief of the Italian mafia, Cody Dowey of the Irish
mafia, rk Campbell from the Canadian mafia, and Isidoro Romero, the head of the Mexican
mafia.
They convened every two months to establishmon ground and maintain cordial rtions
amongst themselves, thereby averting a global-scale conflict.
"The Sicilians have been unusually active on my turf," Emanuele announced, a grimace of concern
etched on his face, clearly troubled by the situation.
"Do you need our backup?" Isidoro proposed, his family''s reputation in assassination and tracking
making them experts in this realm.
"No, I can handle it," Emanuele dered.
He didn''t need anyone''s help; it would portray him as weak, stirring doubts among the other clerics
about hispetence for his position.
At present, the wound from a bullet he''d sustained hadn''t fully healed, causing pain whenever he
exerted himself.
It was his first stumble in years ofbat, and he dared not reveal it to anyone. In everyone''s
presence, he had to radiate power and intimidation.
Weakness was an indulgence he couldn''t afford.
Emanuele swore to himself that he would dig out their secrets and make these audacious culprits
pay the price! No one had ever dared to be so brazen on his turf.
They deliberated over the current scenario and some policy alterations, and before they realized it,
the meeting was wrapping up.
Cody, sporting a smile, asked Emanuele, "Heard your father took a new wife?"
Emanuele nodded.
"We all received invitations," Ro chimed in.
Emanuele''s gaze swept over those present. They were a young crowd, none over the age of thirty-
five, the youngest barely twenty-six. His thoughts wandered to Isabe and he posed a question,
"Any of you thinking about marriage?"
His words stirred a wave of astonishment among them, surprise mirrored in their exchanged
nces.
"Emanuele, what, are you ying matchmaker now?" someone joked.
Emanuele nodded, "My stepsister turned twenty-two this year, on the brink of graduating from
university, and currently working at a hospital. Interested in meeting her?"
"Twenty-two, is she a looker?" rk couldn''t help but whistle. At the ripe age of twenty-six, he was
in his prime, quite thedies'' man beyond his family obligations.
In response to rk''s inquiry, Emanuele offered a smile, "You''ll find out at the wedding."
"I can''t wait," rk retorted.
Emanuele contemted to himself that he was being rather generous with Isabe, not pairing her
with some aging man, but selecting from among his brothers, which served him well too. In this
manner, he wouldn''t have to worry about how to care for this stepsister who had abruptly emerged,
or fear her jeopardizing his interests, and it would keep the brothers happy-a splendid idea indeed.
Emanuele admitted to himself that he had changed his mind about her. He remembered the girl''s
fearful yet defiant eyes, which he found amusing. No woman had ever dared look at him with such
eyes; many would have dly thrown themselves into his bed, performing oral sex, climaxing,
screaming for him.
He was eager to see that self-righteous girl be just like that, screaming in bed, legs spread open,
eventually bing a recognized whore for the mafia. This thought was more pleasurable than just
killing her.
Whether she became a ything or managed to rise above would depend on her own skills.
He thought this might appease the irritation in his heart - this woman had upied too much of his
attention since she appeared.
...
In the subsequent days, Isabe found sce in the hustle and bustle of her hospital job, providing
her a sense of calm amidst the storm.
Emanuele seemed to have vanished from her world, and she nurtured the hope that he would fade
into oblivion for good!
Yet, that fateful night, when Isabe returned home, swung her door wide open, and found the man
lounging on her bed, a scream involuntarily escaped her lips.
My God, how in the world did Emanuele manage to infiltrate her sanctuary?