In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 124: Chloe Must Die

Chapter 124: Chloe Must Die

Talking is easy, but doing it is hard.

She couldn't kill someone.

In her world, even the worst people faced legal consequences. But in Emanuele's world, it was different. People they didn't like could be killed without consequences, and Chloe was much worse.

Seeing Isabella lost in thought after his words, Emanuele sighed, "You don't want to kill her?"

If Isabella didn't want to, Emanuele would do it himself. Chloe had to die in Emanuele's view.

If she doesn't die, then the authority of his position as the head of the Mafia will be challenged. He couldn't tolerate a woman who had cruelly harmed his wife without paying the price of her life. So, no matter what, Chloe had to die.

"If you're unwilling, I can handle it," Emanuele said, not wanting to force Isabella.

"You don't have to. I'll do it," Isabella immediately rejected Emanuele's proposal. She knew she had to go through this, for her dignity, as Emanuele's wife, and for the violence Chloe had committed against her. She had to kill her if she wanted to become a true Mafia queen.

Moreover, Chloe had always threatened her with death, so why couldn't she reverse that threat?

Seeing Isabella willingly offering to kill Chloe, Emanuele's eyes showed a touch of appreciation. "Well done, Isabella. You're making great progress. You're fully deserving of the title of Mafia queen."

Emanuele bent down and kissed Isabella's forehead. However, seeing her covered in injuries still made him angry. "Remember, Isabella, you're incredible. Your appearance and your thoughts match perfectly with the wife I desire. So, don't ever feel inferior or hurt because of that bitch's words in the future, understand?"

As Emanuele spoke, his hand slid down her body. His heated touch made Isabella's body sensitive. "If it weren't for your injuries, I wouldn't have been able to restrain myself for so long. You should know how crazy I am about your body."

Emanuele gestured toward his lower body, making Isabella blush. She hadn't expected Emanuele to say something like that, but considering their past experiences, it seemed accurate that Emanuele was indeed passionate in that regard.

She could feel his excitement toward her body, which boosted Isabella's confidence.

After staying in the hospital for several days, with her body fully checked and cleared, Isabella arranged for her discharge. On the day of her discharge, Isabella's uncle and aunt also arrived.

"Isabella, can you please spare Chloe? She hasn't been good to you before, but we'll discipline her. I'll give her a good beating," her uncle pleaded.

"Yes, we're apologizing to you, and we'll compensate you however you want. We just hope you can spare Chloe."

She was their only daughter, and she had been carefully nurtured. With Emanuele's brutal nature, Chloe had a high probability of being executed. She had only beaten Isabella, so couldn't they just return the favor? There was no need to kill her.

Isabella looked at her uncle and aunt. She couldn't forget her uncle's coldness or her aunt's harshness. Of course, they weren't as cruel as Chloe, so she chose not to hold a grudge against

them. But that didn't mean she would listen to them and spare Chloe.

"Uncle, Aunt, I'm addressing you formally for now because I still have a modicum of respect left for you. But I haven't forgotten the things you did to me when I lived in your home. I'm not holding you accountable for that now, but that doesn't mean I won't in the future. Chloe has hurt me repeatedly, and she doesn't respect Emanuele. I won't spare her this time," Isabella said, chin raised, her tone icy.

Mart and Madelyn were taken aback by Isabella's determination. In their minds, Isabella had always been a quiet and timid girl who didn't stand out in the crowd. When Chloe bullied her before, she didn't dare to speak the truth to her own mother, saying she had been injured accidentally.

However, this timid girl had now become confident, fierce, and commanding, like a queen. They could only watch from a distance and not dare to offend her.

She was the queen of the Mafia.

After Isabella spoke, she dismissed Mart and Madelyn, having Tony and Harry escort them out.

Seeing Isabella's change, Mart and Madelyn were left speechless. The girl they had bullied before had transformed into a formidable force. They couldn't say anything more.

Now, Isabella wasn't the easy target she used to be.

Chloe, on the other hand, was in deep trouble. Madelyn cried as she held Mart, regretting how they had treated Isabella in the past.

"Did they also mistreat you?" Emanuele asked as he held Isabella, his voice gentle, but she felt the fury in him.

It was as if he would take action and kill them if she confirmed their abuse of her.

Although they had mistreated her, it wasn't as wicked as Chloe's actions.

Isabella denied, "No."

Emanuele was somewhat skeptical of Isabella's response, but he ultimately chose to believe her.

After being discharged from the hospital, Isabella didn't return home. She went with Emanuele to the dungeon.

Today was Chloe's day of reckoning.

When they entered the dungeon, Isabella felt a bit nervous. It wasn't her first time here; she remembered the last time when Emanuele had brought her here and they had shot someone together.

She also recalled the person who had been tortured beyond recognition.

Even now, Isabella had psychological trauma thinking about it, and she felt her stomach churning.

Seeing Isabella's anxiety, Emanuele immediately held her hand and pulled her into his embrace to comfort her emotions.

At this moment, regret and guilt welled up inside him once again. He remembered the time when he had brought Isabella here and they had shot someone, and Isabella had been scared to the point of breakdown. He had seen her agony and had felt unusually excited and elated at the time.

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"Isabella, I'm sorry," Emanuele lowered his head and kissed Isabella's hair. He knew that no matter how much he apologized, the past injuries were already inflicted. All he could do was to refrain from causing any more harm to Isabella in the future.

Isabella looked at Emanuele and said, "You didn't know back then, and I don't blame you."

At that time, she and Emanuele were like enemies. Emanuele had only wanted to torment her, and she had wanted to escape that environment. Even though Isabella said this, Emanuele still felt a heavy sense of guilt in his chest.

"If you don't want to go in, you don't have to," Emanuele said.

"No, I want to see Chloe."

Emanuele tightly held Isabella's hand and led her down the stairs. Unlike the last time Isabella had come here, there was no one in the cell. In the center of the dungeon, Chloe was suspended from the ceiling.

When Isabella saw Chloe, she almost didn't recognize her. Her once meticulously groomed golden hair now resembled a tangle of weeds. Her clothes were dirty and sticky, obscuring her once elegant and beautiful appearance.