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."

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