In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 157: Found Frederick'S Address

Chapter 157: Found Frederick's Address

"I allow you to choose a method of death." Madilyn felt as if her heart had been struck by a hammer. The heavy blow left her breathless, widening her eyes in shock.

"You're going to kill me?" Her voice trembled. Despite the numerous tortures she had endured recently, due to her unique constitution, the physical pain didn't affect her much. She had hoped that one day, someone would take pity on her, a girl who seemed so innocent and vulnerable. However, now that Emanuele mentioned killing her, Madilyn finally felt fear.

Watching Madilyn's fragile state, Emanuele showed no sympathy. "No, you're mistaken. It's not me who wants to kill you; it's your grandfather. Despite knowing your situation in my hands, he still killed my parents. Madilyn, remember, you die here today because of your grandfather."

Emanuele's decision to deal with Madilyn was based on the realization that she no longer held any utility for him. If Frederick didn't care about his granddaughter, keeping her alive served no purpose.

"No, no, no! I'm innocent! I don't know anything! I haven't seen him for many years. You can't punish an innocent person for his mistakes!" Madilyn immediately shook her head, crying. She trembled, trying to make herself look pitiable, hoping Emanuele would spare her.

However, the man in front of her didn't show mercy despite her broken appearance. He pulled out a gun from his waist, pointing it at Madilyn. "Since you can't make a choice, I'll make one for you."

Faced with the pitch-black barrel of the gun, Madilyn trembled all over. She wanted to escape, but she was confined in the cell, with nowhere to run. Although she knew that even if she got shot, her body wouldn't feel the pain, she was still terrified of death. Her life had just begun, and she didn't want to die!

"What's the use of killing me? Since my grandfather did that, it shows he doesn't care about my life. My death would only bring him relief, thinking he doesn't have to deal with me anymore!" Survival instinct made Madilyn blurt out a string of words.

Emanuele hesitated for a moment. Madilyn's words made some sense. Frederick probably didn't care about his granddaughter; otherwise, he wouldn't have killed Emanuele's father and stepmother. However, even so, keeping Madilyn, an enemy's granddaughter with no utility, wouldn't serve any purpose. Thinking this, Emanuele's hand involuntarily tightened on the trigger.

Despair enveloped Madilyn like a web, and she closed her eyes, knowing she was about to die. Death might be a relief for her.

Just as Emanuele was about to pull the trigger, his phone rang. He glanced at it-it was a call from Clark.

"Emanuele, I've found Frederick's lead. Can you release Madilyn?" Clark's voice carried excitement on the other end of the phone. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Emanuele paused, his finger gripping the trigger, freezing in place. "Really?"

"Yes, Frederick is in Los Angeles right now. You wouldn't believe it-he's hiding in an abandoned house. If not for my attention to detail, I wouldn't have discovered him. Emanuele, can you have someone verify what I'm saying? And in the meantime, could you release Madilyn? I've investigated her too. She hasn't had any contact with her grandfather since her father's death."

Emanuele grunted, but the gun was still pointed at Madilyn. Then, he fired a shot.

Bang!

The gunshot echoed, and Madilyn's breath hitched. Her entire body tensed, shaking as she felt the bullet approaching.

However, the expected sensation of death didn't arrive. Madilyn found it strange. Unable to resist, she opened her eyes and realized that the bullet had veered off course, narrowly missing her and hitting the wall behind her.

Emanuele, with an indifferent expression, stared at her. At that moment, Clark's voice came through his earpiece, "Emanuele, what are you doing? You're not going to kill Madilyn, are you? No, no, I'm not done playing with her! You can't keep ruining my plans!"

Last time, it was Isabella. He was about to marry her, but Emanuele suddenly stole the spotlight, marrying Isabella himself. Now, could it be that he intended to kill Madilyn just because she was Frederick's granddaughter?

No! If Emanuele kept doing things like this, Clark would be angry.

"Rest assured, she's still alive," Emanuele said. "You can take her away, but I'll verify what you said."

Emanuele actually believed Clark's words. Despite Clark being young and lively, as a Mafia boss, they joked around during casual times, but when it came to serious matters, he wouldn't joke around.

"Don't worry; I won't lie to you."

Ending the call, Emanuele looked at Madilyn, still trembling. "You're very lucky."

Then, he turned and left.

Madilyn remained in place, savoring the surprise of a second chance at life. She didn't understand what had happened, allowing Emanuele to spare her. But at least she wouldn't die, right?

Madilyn breathed a sigh of relief, weakly leaning against the wall. The bullet mark on the wall remained, looking somewhat frightening.

Emanuele exited the dungeon, immediately calling for his subordinates in Los Angeles to investigate. Once he received confirmation, he instructed Phillip to mobilize his men and head straight to Los Angeles.

He hadn't expected Frederick to hide in a run-down building that seemed inconspicuous on the outside, almost as if it had been abandoned for years. Nevertheless, Emanuele was excited. This time, he would have the entire area surrounded, ensuring Frederick couldn't escape unless he grew wings and flew away.

...

Isabella found herself in Italy without realizing it. Before disembarking, she took a dose of estazolam to maintain her composure. It had been a while since she had taken any medication, but now, she had to rely on it to combat the overwhelming emotions.

She was deeply worried about Emanuele. Despite all the harsh words he had spoken before she left Chicago, Isabella discovered that she still cared for him. The journey was tense because they couldn't be sure if Sicilian people would follow them to Italy.

"Listen, Tony will lead. You follow behind him. There's an SUV waiting on the ground. We must move as quickly as possible. Don't be too nervous. Under my supervision, no one will die," James told Isabella.

Isabella nodded, looking through the airplane window at the ground. The aircraft was in the taxiing phase. The weather today was surprisingly good-blue skies and white clouds. However, it did little to alleviate the darkness in her heart.