In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance

Chapter 146: Passionate Marksmanship Lesson

Chapter 146: Passionate Marksmanship Lesson

Isabella eyed the array of weapons on the rack and pointed to a Gatling Gun, saying to Emanuele, "Perhaps I could give this one a try?"

Her ambitious suggestion almost made Emanuele burst into laughter.

"You don't need heavy artillery right now; let's start with the Glock Pistols I gave you," Emanuele suggested, leading Isabella to a secluded corner of the shooting range, where they were alone.

This was Emanuele's exclusive shooting range, off-limits to anyone without permission.

Emanuele pulled Isabella close, her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around, hands gripping hers. At this proximity, Isabella caught the scent of Emanuele's commanding cologne and felt the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"Now, lock your elbow and aim at the target in front of you," Emanuele instructed, snapping Isabella back to attention.

Damn it, she got distracted by Emanuele's proximity at this critical moment. Now was not the time for wandering thoughts; she needed to focus on her marksmanship lesson.

Emanuele leaned down, near Isabella's neck, aligning his perspective with hers for precise targeting.

"Now, squeeze the trigger. The recoil might push you back, but don't be afraid," Emanuele's breath whispered in Isabella's ear, quickening her heartbeat, challenging her concentration.

Emanuele's hand secured Isabella's waist, maintaining her balance. Although Isabella had fired guns before, even killed Chloe, she appreciated Emanuele's reminder.

Isabella fired a shot, the recoil causing her to lean into Emanuele's embrace. He steadied her, but seeing where her shot landed left her a bit disheartened.

"I didn't even hit the edge. You make it look easy," she confessed, realizing how challenging it truly was.

"It's okay, Isabella. You're a beginner. Take it slow. Get familiar with the feel of shooting; let it become an extension of your arm," Emanuele reassured.

He knew Isabella had fired before, driven by emotions. Now, he wanted her to learn calm shooting, to genuinely feel the act.

Isabella nodded, acknowledging Emanuele as a patient and effective instructor.

"Come on, Isabella, shoot again."

She obeyed, firing another round.

"Once more."

Isabella emptied the magazine.

Emanuele guided her through reloading, saying, "I'll teach you how to reload. See, like this..."

Isabella nodded, determined to remember each step. A small handgun turned out to be quite a study, and she chuckled at her earlier thoughts of trying heavy weaponry.

Emanuele probably found her naivety amusing.

When Isabella finally hit the target, Emanuele praised, "Great job, Isabella. You're progressing quickly. I should reward you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Isabella's buttocks and his hands began exploring her lower half.

Subsequently, Isabella's pants were undone by Emanuele.

He ran his hand down Isabella's bottom, between her legs, and began to touch her.

Isabella feels her body trembling, and she has to make an effort to maintain balance.

"Shoot, baby."

"If you continue like this, I'm afraid I might hurt you unintentionally."

"You don't know how, just keep shooting," Emanuele's chin rested on Isabella's shoulder, his voice low and hoarse, full of temptation.

Isabella felt the heat inside her body constantly surging towards her lower half, and she had an urge to kill.

Oh my god, what is Emanuele doing?

But she doesn't want Emanuele to stop either.

When Emanuele pushed a finger into Isabella's body, Isabella only felt the tension tighten and her attention was all in that place.

But Emanuele still commanded Isabella in a strong tone, "Shoot."

Isabella fired a shot, feeling her body weakening under Emanuele's manipulation.

"It will be seen by people," Isabella said worriedly.

"It's okay, no one can come in here except me. Even if someone sees us, I don't care."

Emanuele puts another finger inside Isabella, and in her mouth, he still encourages her to shoot.

Isabella feels like she has no strength to hold a gun anymore. Oh my God, why do this at this time?

"Emanuele." Isabella sobbed out Emanuele's name, her body flowing with waves of pleasure and her breathing becoming disordered.

"Isabella, feel the excitement? Keep shooting, baby."

Isabella had to obey Emanuele's orders and continue shooting at the target.

Oh my god, her mind is completely blank.

Soon, as the gunshots rang out once again, Isabella blossomed completely on Emanuele's fingertips. As joy swept over her entire body, Isabella's rationality gradually returned.

Emanuele let go of Isabella. He pulled down his pants and said to Isabella, "Open your mouth, baby."

Isabella opened her mouth and sucked Emanuele, feeling his excitement, and she followed suit.

"Wonderful, Isabella, baby." Emanuele held Isabella's head, and at this moment he too had the climax.

After the shooting class ended, Isabella was taken back to her apartment by Emanuele.

"Can't you just get some sleep and go to work the next day?" Isabella asked Emanuele.

Emanuele saw the worry in Isabella's eyes and couldn't help but smile as he gently touched her cheek. "You care about me that much?"

"I'm just afraid you'll die, and then I'll have to follow suit," Isabella said, trying to sound nonchalant despite her concerns.

"Don't worry, I won't die, and neither will you," Emanuele laughed heartily before turning around and leaving.

Watching Emanuele disappear into the elevator, Isabella sighed. She knew that Emanuele was always busy, especially since Frederick was still at large. As the queen of the mafia herself, being targeted by his enemies challenged his bottom line. She feared that he would do anything to defeat Frederick once they found him.

But she also worried about Emanuele's health; everyone needed rest eventually. Even if he had boundless energy all the time, he still needed to relax sometimes.

However, there was nothing she could do except make sure she had enough self-defense skills so that Emanuele wouldn't have to worry about her safety.

Not long after Emanuele left Sophia called Isabella on the phone. "Are you busy right now?"

After attending Grazia's wedding with Leo in Italy without rushing back home afterward they planned on traveling around many places worldwide because Chicago wasn't safe for them anymore. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I just got back from practicing shooting with Emanuele."