In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 150: Isabella'S Serious Training

Chapter 150: Isabella's Serious Training

"Alright, let's get started. We'll begin with the basics," Elisa said, handing Isabella a set of simplemoves.

However, since Isabella had never encountered this before, even the simplest moves took her half aday to perform correctly. Isabella felt that learning this was much more challenging than practicingshooting.

After mastering a few simple moves, Isabella felt her leg muscles trembling, and she had to take abreak.

"Your physical fitness is not keeping up; practicing more is just a waste of effort," Elisa commentedbriefly on Isabella's performance.

Isabella, with a good figure and youthful energy, appeared healthy, but she lacked regular exercise,showing a lack of strength.

"How about this? If you really want to learn, starting from tomorrow, exercise with me. Let's try toimprove your physical fitness as soon as possible."

"Exercise?" Isabella rarely engaged in physical activity; she was somewhat lazy in that regard.

Seeing Isabella hesitate, Elisa said, "If you don't want to, it's okay, ma'am. You have so manybodyguards around you, and they'll protect your safety. You don't really need to learn these combatskills."

"No, I want to learn. Emanuele's enemies are powerful, and they've targeted me now. There willalways be times when they can't protect me, right? I don't want to die without knowing why."

Moreover, Isabella was angry. She didn't know how they found out about her tattoo and even hadpictures she wasn't aware of. This was done to make Emanuele misunderstand her.

Fortunately, Emanuele didn't believe their words.

She wouldn't let that bastard's enemies succeed.

Although Isabella was afraid of unknown threats, she was also someone who never gave up. Thestronger others were, the stronger she would become.

Since she decided to train with Elisa, Isabella felt that staying in the apartment and coming to thebase every day for practice was inconvenient. So, she packed a few sets of clothes and directlymoved in here.

In the beginning, they ran every day and did weight training. Isabella was exhausted and collapsedon the ground.

"Ma'am, if it's too much, just give up. We'll protect you well," Tony couldn't bear to see Isabella likethis and tried to persuade her.

Isabella looked so fragile. She was originally just an ordinary college student, an ordinary person.Now, entering the world of the Mafia, with their protection, she wouldn't be in danger. However, shestill wanted to learn self-defense skills. In Tony's opinion, it was too hard for her.

"No, at least I have to learn some self-defense techniques," Isabella insisted.

Elisa appreciated Isabella's spirit. She hadn't interacted with Isabella before, but she heard that theirboss had married a woman with no background, seemingly useless except for being attractive. Shewasn't even part of the Mafia.

What help could such a person provide their boss? None at all.

They thought that their boss might quickly grow tired of such a woman or that she might beassassinated by enemies. After all, there were plenty of women like her; their boss could have asmany as he wanted.

However, now, watching Isabella diligently training, not displaying the high and mighty demeanor ofthe Mafia Queen, and blending in with them, Elisa felt a sense of respect for Isabella.

After finishing his work, Phillip approached Emanuele and said, "Boss, the wife has been training atour base's training ground these past few days. I heard she even packed her bags and moved in."novelbin

Emanuele was taken aback. Isabella was living and training with his subordinates? Could thisdelicate woman endure such rigorous training?

Initially, when Emanuele heard that Isabella wanted to enter the training ground, he didn't take itseriously. He even assigned a female subordinate to guide her. He thought Isabella wouldeventually leave due to the toughness and fatigue.

Unexpectedly, five days had passed, and not only did Isabella endure, but she was also living withthem?

Things seemed to be heading in an uncontrollable direction.

With some free time today, Emanuele decided to visit the base and check on Isabella.

When he arrived at the training ground, he saw Isabella practicing with Elisa. She was becomingadept, capable of handling a few moves.

The previous Isabella, in Emanuele's eyes, was fragile and needed protection. Now, she seemedmore agile, more spirited. She exuded a hint of fierceness and charisma, as if she was graduallyblending into the Mafia's world.

Emanuele's gaze toward Isabella became increasingly brighter. He found himself constantly drawnto her.

Although they had been married for a long time, Emanuele never grew tired of being with Isabella.She could present different facets of herself at different stages, just like now.

As Emanuele approached, Isabella noticed him and turned to face him, wiping the sweat from herforehead.

The sweat from the training dripped down her face, and Emanuele reached out to help Isabella wipeit away.

"Hard work?" he asked.

Isabella shook her head. "Fun."

Of course, it was also hard, but she wouldn't tell Emanuele. Otherwise, he might not let her comeanymore.

"Let's end it here today. You haven't returned to the apartment for several days. Go back and get agood night's sleep. Come whenever you want to tomorrow."

Isabella nodded. When she was alone in the apartment, going back or not didn't make muchdifference. However, now that Emanuele had come in person, she felt she should return with him.

She took off her combat suit, showered, changed into casual clothes, and left the base withEmanuele.

Back in the apartment, as soon as they entered the room, Emanuele couldn't wait to get close. Heembraced Isabella's neck, whispering, "Come, Isabella, let me see if your training has beensuccessful."

Isabella hesitated for a moment, then suddenly exerted force, grabbing Emanuele's arm. Swiftly,she agilely slipped out from under him.

Watching Isabella move like a fish, Emanuele couldn't help but smile. He quickly stepped forward,gripping Isabella's arm. With a bit of force, he pulled her back into his embrace.

Isabella lifted her leg and kicked towards Emanuele's lower body.

Moving even faster, Emanuele grabbed Isabella's leg. Then, with a flip, he turned her over, her headpointing downward, hanging in mid-air.

"Let me go!" After being captured in such a embarrassing posture by Emanuele, Isabella began tostruggle frantically.

Oh my! She had just trained a bit and achieved some results, but Emanuele easily overpoweredher, making her look like a clown.

"Look at you, can't withstand a single blow," Emanuele said, then tossed Isabella onto the largebed.

The bed was soft, and when Isabella was thrown onto it, her body bounced a bit.

Before she could say anything, Emanuele's tall figure covered her, blocking her sight completely.Then, he began to undress Isabella.