Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

As Emanuele was about to be intimate with Isabella, he suddenly paused. His hazel eyes filled with anger.

He grabbed Isabella’s leg, and on her knees were several large bruises, looking particularly frightening.

“Where did you get these injuries?” Emanuele was furious. Isabella’s skin used to be so smooth, flawless like a doll. His favorite pastime was caressing her silky skin.

Now, however, it was covered in bruises and scars from cuts. How could Emanuele not be angry?

Isabella quickly reassured him, “Don’t be angry; I’m fine. These are just superficial wounds, not very painful, and they’ll heal quickly.”

Emanuele tightly held Isabella’s leg, carefully examining it. Confirming that Isabella wasn’t lying, he concluded that these scars were indeed only on the surface, caused by bumps and bruises.

Despite this, Emanuele was still extremely angry. The fury within him was like a hurricane, threatening to destroy everything.

Though he had endured countless injuries himself without a word, he felt explosive when faced with Isabella’s minor bruises.

He even wanted to interrogate his subordinates, questioning how they allowed Isabella to get hurt.

“How did this happen?” Emanuele asked coldly, although he knew the probable reasons, he wanted to hear it from Isabella herself.

Isabella felt a bit frightened by Emanuele’s demeanor.

“During training, it’s inevitable to get a few bumps and bruises, but it’s nothing serious. Look, it doesn’t affect me at all.” Isabella seemed nonchalant, patting her injuries as if to show they were insignificant.

“These bruises may look scary, but they’re not. You should know, I’m a doctor. I understand the difference in the body structure between men and women. Women have thinner skin. Even if I didn’t have these bumps, sometimes accidentally hitting a cabinet would still cause bruising. Don’t you remember? After every intimate moment, my body is covered in marks from your kisses and bites. Those are your doing, Emanuele. Why didn’t you feel sorry for me then, and now you do?”

Watching Isabella’s casual and teasing demeanor, Emanuele pinched her waist and, opening his mouth, bit down on Isabella’s neck.

The bite wasn’t gentle, causing Isabella to grimace in pain and let out a cry.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Is this man part dog? Why did he bite her so hard?

Isabella was a bit angry as she looked at the teeth marks that would surely swell up and possibly bruise later.

“Since you put it that way, maybe I won’t leave too many marks on you tonight. Wouldn’t want to do you wrong, would I?”

Emanuele spoke as he began kissing and nibbling on her, starting from her neck, moving down her body to her legs. Isabella never imagined Emanuele’s kisses would be this intense. Without a doubt, tomorrow, her body would bear several bruises.

“Emanuele, please stop,” Isabella said. She genuinely didn’t want Elisa and the others to catch them; it would be quite awkward.

But Emanuele wouldn’t listen to Isabella’s words. Instead, the more she insisted, the more marks he left on her.

His hands didn’t stop either, kneading and caressing until Isabella’s body became pliant. Finally, Emanuele stood at her entrance and teased her. Isabella felt an overwhelming desire for more.

“Give it to me, Emanuele,” Isabella moaned.

“As you wish.” Emanuele stopped teasing and entered her directly. After several days without touching Isabella, Emanuele was almost driven insane by desire. Their lovemaking was always intense, each trying to devour the other.

Only when they were both exhausted did Emanuele release Isabella. They embraced each other, the most intimate people in the world at this moment.

“Isabella, just focus on improving your shooting. I don’t think you need to practice combat skills. My men will protect you.”

Even though Isabella’s injuries were superficial, they seemed severe in Emanuele’s eyes. He didn’t want Isabella to suffer any harm unless it came from him and occurred in bed; otherwise, he wouldn’t accept it.

Seeing that Emanuele didn’t want her to continue learning combat skills, Isabella frowned. “You can’t be so cruel as to deprive me of the right to learn. These minor injuries heal quickly.”

She knew that Emanuele’s feelings for her were possessive, not love. He treated her like his property, and if his property was violated, he would get angry.

This realization left Isabella feeling frustrated. Emanuele had already restricted her from doing many things. If even this was forbidden, Isabella felt her happiness slipping away.

Seeing Isabella’s disappointed expression, Emanuele suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. “Do you really want to learn?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, but promise me that once you’ve learned those few moves, you’ll stop immediately.”

These moves were the ones Elisa recommended for Isabella’s self-preservation. As an outsider, Isabella couldn’t learn too much. She only needed a few life-saving techniques for critical moments.

Isabella nodded, and they compromised. Emanuele pulled Isabella back into his arms, closing his eyes.

“Get some sleep; you have classes tomorrow.”

And he had a lot to deal with the next day.

The following day, Isabella accidentally slept in, and by the afternoon, she headed to the base to find Elisa.

“Isabella, you’re late today,” Elisa said, arms crossed, looking at Isabella. Her expression was stern, almost like a teacher.

Although Elisa was cheerful and friendly in her usual demeanor, especially outside of training, once they were on the training ground, she became strict.

“Sorry,” Isabella immediately apologized.

“Today, add three more laps; hurry up and start running.”

“Okay.” Isabella turned and headed towards the running track.

While running five laps every day was already exhausting, being half a day late meant she had to accept the appropriate punishment.

“Elisa, isn’t this too strict?” Tony approached Elisa, frowning as he watched the girl running laps.

“It has to be strict. I hope she realizes it’s too difficult for her. You don’t know how challenging it is for me now. The boss sent a message, asking me to teach the lady a few moves casually, but she wants to learn seriously… If I’m strict with her, she might persist. I believe she can quickly learn those moves if I’m tougher on her.”

After today’s training, Isabella received a message from Evelyn.