My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: 119/The Mark on the Neck

Chapter 119:

Robert’s Point of View

I drained what remained of the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and felt the liquid burning my throat, but it failed to extinguish the fires that Julie had ignited in my veins.

I remembered the moment I pulled her to rest on my lap; her small body was radiating a heat that burned my skin despite the clothes.

Her scent... that scent that resembles the effect of "marijuana," numbs my logic and completely seizes my senses.

She was in my hands, at my beck and call, but the lump of blame was choking me; I blamed myself a lot because I had kissed her in that violent way before, for it is not of my character to take something by force, especially from her.

But patience was running out; her proximity to me has become a daily test that I cannot endure.

I can no longer bear her presence beside me without touching her, without kissing her, without making her mine with all my being.

Her presence on my lap was a suicidal gamble; I felt a shiver of fear of myself, fear that I might lose the last shred of control and go too far down a slope from which there is no return.

When my cock became powerfully erect beneath her, I tried to hide the matter with all the composure I possessed, but her touch... that spontaneous touch that landed over it, was like a thunderbolt that struck my spine and shook my being.

At that moment, I made my decision; I loosened my steel grip on her immediately. I allowed her to flee; in fact, I wished for her to move away, because the desire I was trying to bury under the rubble of my coldness had been completely exposed by that touch.

Did she feel my erection? Did she realize the extent of the influence she holds over me?

I rose from my place with heavy steps trying to regain my physical balance, and looked at Axel lying peacefully on the floor.

I said in a hoarse voice affected by whiskey and desire: "Axel... let’s go. You must return to Julie."

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Julie’s Point of View

I jumped up from the bed and took a step back while Marcus advanced into the room with confident steps. He said in a decisive tone: "Julie... that woman is not your mother."

I froze in place, and felt a coldness coursing through my limbs: "How is she not my mother? Do you know my mother better than I do?"

"I went to her house and confirmed it myself," he answered while watching my reaction accurately.

I mocked him, feeling a lump in my throat: "Surely she lied to you... was my father there?"

"Yes... but it’s not her."

"Then who is she? A vampire or a ghost?" I asked him while feeling dizzy.

"She is your maternal aunt."

I burst out laughing loudly, a bitter hysterical laugh:

"She lied to you, Marcus! I don’t even have an aunt to begin with!"

"Yes, you do... but she told me that you don’t know of her existence."

I curled my lips mockingly: "And does my alleged aunt resemble my mother as if she were a copy of her?"

"Yes... because she is her twin," he said with a coldness that silenced my tongue.

I shook my head in categorical rejection: "Marcus, she is definitely deceiving you."

"No, Julie... (Violet) has a distinctive mark on the back of her neck, but your mother does not have it."

The words fell on me like rocks; I felt a trembling in my hands as I tried to comprehend the amount of secrets hidden behind the walls of my old home.

I asked him in a shaky voice: "And where is Violet? Did she tell you?"

He exhaled in frustration:

"Unfortunately, she doesn’t know... she hasn’t seen her for eighteen years."

A heavy silence prevailed in the room, in which I heard nothing but my turbulent heartbeats. Marcus broke the silence asking curiously while scanning the room: "And you... why are you still here?"

"Because my father sold me to Robert," I said with a lump that almost choked me.

His eyes widened in bewilderment: "What?! But you roam the club freely... how is this possible?"

"I got a promotion... I became Robert’s personal assistant."

He raised his eyebrow in clear wonder: "Robert appointed you his personal assistant? Truly strange!"

"Yes... don’t be surprised," I answered him with a coldness through which I tried to hide my exhaustion.

"Fine... I just wanted to tell you that she is not your mother so you can be reassured."

I smiled bitterly, feeling a weight in my chest: "Don’t worry... this subject no longer interests me, but thank you for thinking of me."

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