My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: 134/Choosing to be Enemies

Chapter 134

Julie’s Point of View

I showered and dressed, but my mind was still stuck in the whirlpool of what had happened.

I remembered my touches, how I kissed Robert hysterically, how I stripped off my clothes before him, and even that kiss I planted on Carlos’s cheek. And the worst... my pleas to Robert last night to have sex, and the pain that is still throbbing madly in my pussy.

I said to myself in bewilderment as I examined my pale face in the mirror: "Is this how women become whores? Was what hit me a plague or a contagious disease?" I couldn’t find a logical explanation for this sudden descent.

Suddenly, a quiet knocking on the door pierced my train of thought. I froze in my place; no one had ever knocked on this door with permission before.

I went and opened it slowly, finding Carlos standing there in his imposing presence and black suit that accentuated the breadth of his shoulders, carrying a massive bouquet of red roses that obscured almost half of his body.

He said in a warm tone: "Good morning, Julie."

I remained staring at him, shocked by his sudden gentleness in knocking on the door, and muttered: "Good morning."

He said, tilting his head slightly with a faint smile: "Won’t you allow me to enter?"

I became flustered and took a step back: "Ah... of course, come in."

He stepped inside the room and sat on the chair with dignity, while I remained standing, my body stiff with tension. He extended his hand with the bouquet toward me and said: "It’s for you, I hope you like it... last time I brought many roses, but you didn’t tell me your favorite type."

I took the bouquet from him; it was heavy and its sweet scent filled my chest. I placed it on the bed and said, trying to avoid looking into his eyes: "I don’t have a favorite type... I love all roses."

He replied with certainty: "Alright, I will bring you a different type every day."

I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest: "And what is the occasion?"

He answered while scrutinizing my features: "Roses love the company of roses."

I felt heat course through my cheeks, which reddened intensely, so I turned my face away and said in a low voice: "Strange things are happening to me."

He asked with interest, leaning his body toward me: "What is the matter?"

I hesitated; was Carlos the right person? But I was drowning in my confusion. I said hesitantly: "The last time I met you... I remember that I kissed you on your cheek, but I don’t remember everything."

He narrowed his eyes and said: "Yes, you were acting a bit strangely... did you take drugs?"

I started and said quickly: "No, never!"

He said in an expert tone while watching my reaction: "Your behavior was definitely because of drugs. If you didn’t take them yourself, then someone gave them to you without your knowledge."

I began to recall the events of the party in my mind and said apprehensively: "I drank two glasses of wine, and a piece of candy that one of the girls gave me."

He nodded and said sharply: "Yes, that wasn’t candy... it was a drug."

I felt terror course through my limbs; why did that girl do that? And did it happen again yesterday even though I didn’t eat anything strange? I said in despair, pressing my hand against my chest: "I must get out of this place, or I will go insane."

Carlos rose from the chair with confident steps and approached me until I felt his prestige surrounding me. He raised his hand and placed his warm palm on my cheek, and said in a low, deep voice: "Do you want to get out of here?"

I said eagerly, my body trembling under his touch: "Yes, of course I do."

He fixed his gaze in my eyes and said with a sincere promise: "I will get you out of here."

My pupils dilated from shock; was he really going to free me from Robert’s grip? Would he take a risk for me?

I took a step back, feeling the coldness of the air replace the warmth of his hand on my cheek, and said in a tone filled with doubt: "You cannot get me out of here, Mr. Carlos... he won’t allow it."

He fixed his sharp gaze on me, and the veins in his neck bulged as he answered with terrifying insistence: "Do you mean Robert? Even if he doesn’t allow it... I will take you out by force."

I looked into his burning eyes; they were radiating a sincerity that made my heart tremble in my chest. I asked him, swallowing with difficulty: "Are you speaking seriously?"

He said in a tone that allowed no interpretation: "Yes, I am." He approached me again, leaving me no room to escape; he placed his large hand behind my neck, and his long fingers drifted through the scattered strands of my hair, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

He whispered in a deep, sonorous voice: "I won’t allow you to stay here... just be patient."

I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a crushing victory flooding my soul; she hates him.

This means that Robert is nothing but a temporary obstacle in our path, and that he possesses no chance of reaching her heart. Julie will be mine; I will tear her away from this cursed club and from Robert’s grip, and I will make her mine alone.

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Robert’s Point of View

I entered the office, my body moaning from excessive exhaustion, but my mind was worse; the image of Julie writhing and begging me under the weight of that poison would not leave my imagination, gnawing away at my steadfastness.

I pulled a cigarette with slightly trembling fingers and lit it, taking a deep breath as if trying to burn those memories inside my chest, then I blew out the smoke slowly while watching it dissipate in the air.

Suddenly, the door opened and Carlos entered with his usual dignity, which has begun to provoke me lately. He said in a calm tone: "Good morning, Robert."

I answered in a brief voice, as dry as firewood: "Good morning."

He sat in the chair opposite me, crossed one leg over the other and interlaced his fingers, then said: "We have a shipment leaving today from Mexico to America."

I puffed the smoke away and said with stillness: "Is there a problem?"

He replied coldly: "No, everything is going well."

I was silent for seconds; the tension between us was palpable, like a stretched string on the verge of snapping. I fixed my gaze in his eyes and said: "Have you thought about my words, Carlos?"

He looked at me directly, a spark of defiance gleaming in his eyes that I hadn’t known in him before, and said with a certainty that shook the corners of the room: "I have decided to fight to get her."

My chest contracted with a force that made me feel a sting in my heart. I crushed the cigarette between my fingers until it crumbled, and said in a tone as sharp as a razor: "Do you want us to become enemies?"

He didn’t blink an eye; instead, he leaned his body toward me slightly and said with terrifying confidence: "If getting Julie makes me your enemy... then I accept, Robert."

I rose from my place, leaning both my hands on the wooden desktop while staring at him with suppressed anger: "You will not go near her."

Here, a provocative smile formed on his lips the smile of a man who thinks he has held the key and he said to me as he stood up coldly: "But you cannot prevent her from coming close to me... she wants me."