My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: 109/The Consequence

Chapter 109:

Robert’s Point of View

My body was pressed entirely against hers, and I felt my hand covering her small hand that was gripping the weapon. I said in a low tone:

"You have to hold your grip tight."

I felt the muscles of her hand contract as she executed my order, so I continued:

"This is the safety catch; pull it down until you are ready to fire."

The scent of lavender emanating from her neck was assassinating my composure, but I continued guiding her hand over the cold metal. I said in a deep voice:

"Now... place your index finger on the trigger, but do not press. Aim at the target, Julie."

Her tone trembled as she asked with wide pupils in the mirror:

"Is this gun empty?"

I ignored her question and tightened my grip on her waist to give her the necessary stability, pressing my chest against her back.

I whispered beside her ear:

"When you decide to fire, do not pull the trigger violently... instead, press softly and gradually. Breathe deeply... then press."

Suddenly, with a movement I did not expect, she turned with lightning speed.

I found myself face-to-face with the black muzzle of the weapon.

Julie was aiming directly at my chest, her eyes gleaming with a defiance I had never known. She said in a sharp tone:

"I am aiming exactly at the target."

Not a single muscle in my face moved; instead, I stood contemplating her boldness, which sparked my hidden admiration. I said coldly:

"Do you really have the courage to fire?"

She smiled with a childish malice and extended her other hand to support the weapon, trying to suppress the trembling that betrayed her fingers. She said with a shaky strength:

"Yes... I do."

I stepped one step toward her, so the muzzle touched my shirt exactly at the position of the heart.

I asked her:

"Are you not afraid of the consequences?"

She replied with a fake confidence:

"No."

Then she pressed the trigger.

A dry, metallic "click" echoed in the silence of the room.

Her features relaxed slightly as she said with a kind of victory:

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