Chapter 21: Agreed To Move
Chapter 21: Agreed to Move
Isabe sighed as she realized it was time to pay the rent. In the past, her mother had taken care of
the rent, sending her the money each month to cover it. But now, with Emanuele in control of
everything, the thought of asking him for rent money was a disaster in itself.
Isabe decided to pay the rent with her credit card for now and nned to find a part-time job on
weekends to make extra money. She was confident that once she became a full-time employee at
the hospital, her sry would increase.
She didn''t believe for a second that she couldn''t make it on her own.
Today, she had been involved in a critical patient''s rescue at the hospital, which kept her working
until nine in the evening.
Isabe made her way home with her tired body.
To be honest, although these days were exhausting, she found herself content as long as Emanuele
wasn''t interfering. She enjoyed the simple busyness that made her feel grounded.
But now, she wasn''t alone. Two bodyguards were constantly trailing her. While she had found them
annoying before, today, after the near-ident with the car, she realized how their presence had
potentially saved her life. She had started to appreciate theirpany again.
Isabe reached her apartment''s door and pulled out her keys to unlock it. However, as she nced
at the rug on the floor, she suddenly became alert.
Isabe looked at Harry and Tony. They were professional bodyguards and immediately picked up
on her change in demeanor.
Both of them discreetly drew their pistols, slightly crouching as they approached the door. They
gestured for Isabe to step back and urged her to call Emanuele.
Call that devil? Isabe didn''t want to, but she knew this wasn''t the time to act on emotion. The rug
on her doorstep was skewed, and the potted nt by the wall had been moved. She had been living
here for a while, and this was the first time something like this had happened. It seemed likely that
someone had tampered with her apartment.
Isabe reluctantly made the call to Emanuele.
He answered quickly. Isabe spoke softly, "Emanuele, there''s someone in my apartment."
"Wait there; I''ming over. Tell Harry and Tony not to make any sudden moves," Emanuele
replied, showing his ruthless and calcted nature. He knew exactly how to handle a situation like
this.
Isabe promptly typed Emanuele''s instructions on her phone and showed them to Tony and Harry.
They both signaled their understanding with an OK sign.
They didn''t know how many people were inside, armed with mysterious weapons. With only two
professional bodyguards, they would be at a disadvantage. Their best course of action was to wait
at the door for Emanuele and his team.
Isabe''s muscles tensed with anxiety. She had never been this vignt before. But recent events
had made her paranoid. What if someone believed she was the mafia princess and had infiltrated
her apartment for revenge?
Finally, Isabe gritted her teeth and called Emanuele. There was no room for irrational emotions.
Her rug was disced, and it was the first time she had encountered such a situation. She was sure
more than one person was involved.
As Isabe nervously made the call, her heart raced. She couldn''t return to her old, ordinary life
anymore.
Emanuele received Isabe''s call and rushed over immediately with a small team. Some climbed
along the windows, as her apartment was on the sixth floor, while others charged in through the
front door.
Before taking action, Emanuele told Isabe, "Go wait in the car."
He handed her the car keys.
As she looked at Emanuele''s intense face in the dark of the night, Isabe''s heart inexplicably
quickened. He had always threatened to kill her before, but when real danger arrived, he hade
to her first.
Isabe realized she didn''t know anything. She knew nothing about what was happening here.
Staying here would only cause trouble for others. With that thought, she went downstairs, clutching
the car keys.
As the elevator doors closed, she saw Emanuele''s men forcefully enter her apartment. Gunshots
echoed.
God, please keep Emanuele safe.
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Isabe had never imagined that she would be praying for Emanuele.
She sat in Emanuele''s car, anxiously staring out of the window, waiting for nearly an hour before
Emanuele finally emerged from the apartment.
In the dimly lit night, Emanuele''s imposing figure resembled a towering mountain, robust and
powerful. He held a gun in his hand, radiating an aura of cold-blooded determination. Yet, in that
moment, Isabe found herself not as afraid of him as before.
She immediately got out of the car and approached Emanuele. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
She could smell the strong scent of blood on him and was genuinely concerned that he might be
injured.
"I''m fine," Emanuele replied, holstering his gun. "But those damn bastards paid a heavy price."
However, he couldn''t help but feel regret that the intruders were not from the Sicilian mafia but a
small gang trying to operate in his territory. Somehow, they had noticed Isabe and attempted to
kidnap her to use as leverage against him. This had ended disastrously for them, with his entire
gang facing the consequences.
Emanuele''s disdain for Isabe had diminished somewhat. She had been perceptive enough to
detect someone in her apartment. In his eyes, she was beginning to show the qualities of a mafia
princess.
Isabe, upon hearing Emanuele''s chilling words, didn''t feel much sympathy for the intruders either.
She was starting to understand Emanuele''s perspective. Sometimes, when you were deeply
embroiled in the underworld, if you didn''t kill, you''d be killed.
She felt like the unluckiest person. Despite her efforts to avoid such situations, she found herself
getting deeper and deeper into them.
"Isabe, do you still think you want to continue living here?" Emanuele asked her.
"I like living here," Isabe replied. She had been living in this ce for years. Initially, she had
shared the apartment with her mother, but her mother had moved out when she started a
rtionship with Leo. Isabe had lived here alone ever since. This danger was likely temporary,
right?
"I regret to inform you, Isabe, that there''s blood everywhere in your room now. Your lovely pale-
yellow bedsheets are soaked in blood. I can''t be sure if that guy we shot is still alive, but if he isn''t,
then your apartment now houses a dead body-a typical horror scene. Are you sure you still want to
stay in a ce like this?" Emanuele described the situation vividly, and Isabe''s heart skipped a
beat. This man would make a great horror storyteller, describing such a horrifying scene in such
detail.
The thought of her warm, carefully decorated apartment now being tainted with death and her bed,
where she had slept, being upied by a corpse sent shivers down her spine.
This was beyond terrible; she was on the verge of losing her mind.
Emanuele extended his hand, gently running his fingers through her hair. With his touch, Isabe
couldn''t help but catch another whiff of the intense smell of blood that clung to him. She also noticed
the dark stain on his ck clothes, like a deadly poison, a gruesome reminder of what had
transpired moments ago.
He had just taken someone''s life, and his clothes were stained with the dead man''s blood. Yet, he
was so close to her now.
But even more pressing was the question of what she should do next.
Her apartment was no longer inhabitable, even if the immediate danger had passed. She was
terrified to return there.
Isabe closed her eyes, trying to hide her vulnerability in front of Emanuele. After a while, she
opened her eyes and looked at him. "I agree to move."