Chapter 81: She Is His Queen
Chapter 81: She Is His Queen
Emanuele felt like his mind was under Isabe''s control, always thinking of her. Especially today,
after attending her wedding, his possessiveness had reached its peak.
He couldn''t bear the thought of losing Isabe. The idea of her leaving him, being in another man''s
arms, and starting a family with someone else made him lose his sanity.
Therefore, Emanuele stood up and pulled rk aside to negotiate with him. Fortunately, as the
head of the Chicago Mafia, if he offered attractive terms, no one could refuse him.
rk, his good friend, also had a thing for Isabe, but the favor he was offered was too much to
turn down. So, he agreed.
As for Leo and Sophia, they were even easier to persuade. They couldn''t refuse his request.
Isabe, at this moment, warned him like a sharp hedgehog, "The first thing you should do when
you get home is hide. Otherwise, I can''t guarantee how I''ll deal with you. But for now, I will
temporarily y the role of a Mafia princess."
"I''ll be waiting for you, baby. But right now, you''re not the Mafia princess. You''re a queen,"
Emanuele whispered into Isabe''s ear.
He noticed Isabe''s eyshes quivering, like butterfly wings, creating a vivid spectacle.
Soon, they arrived at their banquet hall. Emanuele introduced Isabe to the clergymen. Isabe
remembered the first time she met them when she joined the Lombardi family.
Back then, Emanuele had introduced her to these people, and only rk was proactive in
introducing himself. The others didn''t bother to introduce themselves to her.
Now, those same people were formally introducing themselves to her.
Isabe discovered that they were all Mafia leaders from around the world. Quite impressive!
Emanuele then introduced his subordinates to Isabe.
"This is James," Emanuele said to Isabe, "an old friend of mine and my bestrade. He''s an
exceptional soldier."
Isabe looked at the burly man in front of her, and even in a suit, she could tell there were bulging
muscles underneath.
"Congrattions on your marriage," James said.
"Hello," Isabe shook hands with James.
Next, Phillip approached without waiting for Emanuele''s introduction. He said, "I don''t need to
introduce myself, right? We''ve met so many times. Congrattions, and thank goodness, you''re
finally married."
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Phillip also wanted to shake Isabe''s hand but was stopped by Emanuele.
"Back off."
Hearing Emanuele''s words, Phillip looked a bit dejected.
Why was Emanuele willing to let James shake hands with Isabe, but not him?
But he genuinely felt happy for Emanuele. It wasn''t in vain that he worked so hard to convince
Emanuele several times, even though he was scolded every time. Now, Emanuele finally woke up
and decided to snatch Isabe back.
Thinking about the scene just now, Phillip found it quite thrilling.
Phillip pulled Emanuele aside and said, "Honestly, your new bride doesn''t look very happy."
"She just threatened to kill me."
"But anyway, at least she agreed to marry you, right? You didn''t force her at that moment." After
leaving Emanuele with a meaningful look, Phillip walked away.
He hoped Emanuele would realize.
Emanuele turned back to Isabe and asked, "Why did you agree to marry me?"
He hadn''t thought about this before; he just knew Isabe had nodded in agreement. Now,
tranting it, he realized that if Isabe wasn''t willing, with her character, she would have rejected
him instantly.
Isabe fixed a cold gaze on Emanuele. "Because I think the chances of killing you in my sleep
would be higher."
Emanuele couldn''t help but burst intoughter. He found Isabe so adorable, he hugged her tightly.
Then he leaned in close to her ear, his lips brushing against it. "I don''t like being killed in my sleep. I
want you in bed, like a temptress, to exhaust my body and make me die for you."
Even in public, Emanuele dared to say such shameless words, which made Isabe''s face turn
slightly red. She pushed him away and sat down at her seat to enjoy the meal.
"I''m hungry. Feels like I haven''t had a proper meal in a long time."
Emanuele scanned the food on the table and asked, "Would you like some pasta?"
"No, thanks."
"In that case, I hope you really like my dick... you know."
Emanuele''s inexplicable words made Isabe roll her eyes. She scoffed, "Sure, that''s the only
redeeming quality you have. You should be grateful for that tiny bit that attracts me."
Emanuele wasn''t angered by Isabe''s words. He lifted his lips and traced his fingers along
Isabe''s neck. In the past, whenever he did this, Isabe would fear that the next moment, he
would strangle her.
She''d feel dread, suffocation, a blocked throat, trembling body, sensing the Grim Reaper''s scythe
right behind her.
But not anymore.
He married her, which meant he found her attractive. He wouldn''t easily kill her, right?
Emanuele touched her neck, and his lips moved to her face. Their intimate rtionship drew the
attention of the crowd.
"In that case, I''m d you at least acknowledge my abilities. Don''t worry; tonight, I''ll serve you even
more diligently, making you cry, tremble, and experience climax after climax under me."
Emanuele grinned.
Isabe realized Emanuele''s smile was even brighter today. Even though she wanted to provoke
him, he didn''t seem to be angry.
"Are you not angry at all?" Isabe couldn''t help but ask the question that had been on her mind.
She couldn''t understand why Emanuele looked so happy.
This man was a lunatic, and she couldn''t figure out his emotions.
"Why would I be angry? Isabe, I''m delighted to see you brave and resistant."
Emanuele thought that Isabe had indeed undergone a transformation in her identity. In the past,
she was always humiliated, frightened, and although she resisted, fear was her dominant emotion.
But now, she was different; she no longer seemed afraid of him.
She dared to fight for herself, and Emanuele found this veryforting.
"Does my resistance make you happy?" Isabe was still puzzled by Emanuele''s thoughts.
"Of course, now you''re the Queen of the Chicago Mafia. The stronger you be, the stronger it
makes me. Perhaps yourpetitiveness drives me insane, but I encourage you to keep doing it.
You need to show everyone how powerful you are."
Emanuele stroked Isabe''s hair and spoke softly. He felt Isabe deserved to stand beside him as
a Mafia Queen.