Chapter 38: She Will Die


    Chapter 38: She Will Die


    Emanuele''s actions were effortless, and with a single hand, he rendered Isabe powerless to resist


    or stop his advances. Isabe watched in horror as Emanuele''s lips traced a path downward,


    circling her abdomen before moving even further south.


    Emanuele now crouched between her legs, his eyes filled with desire, and he touched her in a way


    that made Isabe cry out in pain.


    "Emanuele, please, I beg you, spare me," Isabe pleaded, her panic rising. She was overwhelmed,


    feeling as if she were a helpless, frightened dog, struggling to breathe as a suffocating sensation


    crept over her. Her mind began to reel from ack of oxygen, causing it to throb and spasm.


    Yet, despite her pitiable appearance, Emanuele had no intention of letting her go. There was a faint,


    gentle smile on his handsome face, a rare sight where Isabe was concerned.


    However, in the next moment, he moved closer, and Isabe cried out in shock. She tried to kick


    him, but she was no match for his strength. She could only surrender to Emanuele, enduring the


    mixture of pain and physical pleasure. Soon, fireworks exploded in her mind, and her body trembled


    uncontrobly. It was only when she wentpletely limp that she realized how red her face had


    be, her eyes zed, and tears of post-passion desire flowed.


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    Emanuele seemed immensely satisfied by her reaction. He stood up, leaning in to taste the scent of


    her body on her lips.


    "Isabe, are you satisfied?" Emanuele asked, his voice a low whisper.


    Isabe, nowpletely powerless, slumped against him.


    For a while, she remained disoriented, her eyes still filled with hatred as she stared at Emanuele.


    "I''ll kill you. I''ll kill you!" Isabe shouted, feeling tainted. She was overwhelmed with anger, and the


    thought of what he had just done to her clouded her judgment.


    If she had a gun at this moment, she believed she would kill Emanuele without hesitation.


    A gun? That''s right, Isabe suddenly remembered. Earlier at the restaurant, she had taken a gun


    from a hitman.


    And now, the gun was in the pocket of her skirt.


    Isabe immediately moved toward her skirt, and Emanuele, not knowing her intentions, wore a


    contented expression.


    His lower body remained firm, and he desired to take her right there. However, he restrained


    himself. The game between the cat and the mouse was best yed slowly. Killing her instantly


    would take away the fun.


    Thinking about the pleasure he had just received from Isabe, Emanuele licked his lips. One day,


    he would make her serve him in the same way.


    As Emanuele was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly saw Isabe turn around, holding a gun in her


    hand, the barrel pointed at him.


    A hint of disbelief crept onto Emanuele''s face. He couldn''t believe that Isabe would point a gun at


    him.


    "Isabe, what are you doing?" Emanuele asked.


    "You humiliated me. I want you dead!" Isabe shouted, her eyes burning with anger.


    She had endured a terrifying nightmare, the events of a few moments ago.


    "Really? Then go ahead and shoot," Emanuele said, raising his hands. "You can shoot me."


    Isabe had never anticipated Emanuele''spleteck of fear. He actually invited her to shoot


    him. Isabe''s hands trembled, and the person who had been resolute about killing him was now


    trembling.


    "Go ahead, shoot at my head," Emanuele said. "That way, I''ll die instantly."


    He smiled and raised an eyebrow toward Isabe.


    "Don''t push me!" Isabe tightened her grip on the gun. "Don''t think I won''t shoot. I dared to pull the


    trigger earlier today at the restaurant."


    "Of course, I know you''re not afraid, darling," Emanuele said, his face still wearing a gentle, calm


    smile.


    Seeing that Isabe didn''t pull the trigger, Emanuele even took a step closer. Witnessing this,


    Isabe panicked and retreated two steps, cornering herself against the wall.


    "Stay away from me!" she pleaded. She wanted to shoot, but she was paralyzed by fear. This was


    Emanuele, the head of the Chicago Mafia. Killing him meant a death sentence not only for herself


    but also for her mother. Living was not her main concern; if she managed to kill the Mafia boss, she


    could always end her own life afterward. These mobsters would usually resort to torture beyond the


    boundaries of life and death.


    Emanuele, realizing her fear as her trembling hand held the gun, pressed it to his forehead.


    "Isabe, go ahead and pull the trigger," he taunted, his eyes fixed on her. "With one pull, you can


    have me dead right in front of you."


    Isabe, her lips quivering, her breath fast, was gripped by her ustrophobia. Emanuele continued


    to press her.


    "What are you waiting for, Isabe? Are you not the brave one?" he urged.


    "Let go of me!" Isabe pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She felt icy cold, her body


    trembling, and the fear of a panic attack overcame her.


    In the blink of an eye, Emanuele snatched the gun from her trembling hand and fired a shot into the


    air, creating a loud bang that startled Isabe.


    "You had the chance to kill me, Isabe, and you hesitated," Emanuele said. "Did you find it too


    hard to do?"


    Isabe, her face pale, appeared lifeless. Her gazecked any luster, as if her soul had left her


    body.


    "What''s going on?" The bathroom door was pushed open, and Phillip appeared.


    "Damn it, who the hell let you in?" Emanuele barked in frustration, moving to shield Isabe behind


    him.


    Phillip, initially thinking that something terrible had happened, was equally shocked by the


    unexpected sight. He immediately apologized and left the bathroom, hoping that his boss would


    forgive him for intruding.


    The bathroom was now empty, with only Isabe and Emanuele remaining.


    Emanuele returned with a towel and wrapped it around Isabe, carrying her to the bed.


    "Isabe, it seems you didn''t really want me dead, did you?" Emanuele smiled, asking, "Does this


    mean you like me?"


    He gazed down at Isabe, who remainedpletely unresponsive. She hadn''t moved a muscle


    and seemed to have lost her breath.


    Emanuele was puzzled. This wasn''t like her. She had the guts to kill, so why was she reacting this


    way?


    He gently tapped her cheeks and called her name. "Isabe, are you okay?"


    Worried for her, he wondered what was happening to her. After a while, Isabe slowly came to.


    She bit her tongue hard, causing blood to flow and the pain to bring her back to herself.


    "I''m fine," she managed to say.


    Emanuele stroked her hair and went to fetch a hairdryer. Isabe took the opportunity to grab her


    purse and swallow an estazm. What was it about her encounters with Emanuele that always left


    her in a state of anxiety and distress? She feared that one day, she might lose her sanity.