My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: 138/Inherited Obsessions

Chapter 138

Thomas’s Point of View (Robert’s Father)

I gripped my phone inside the car and dialed Marcus’s number, tension snaking through my limbs. After only two rings, his voice came through, edged with caution: "Hello, who is this?"

I answered in a resonant voice, imposing my authority: "It’s Thomas, Robert’s father."

A brief silence followed before he replied in a more respectful tone: "Hello, Mr. Thomas. How can I help you?"

I said curtly: "Come to Stoolan Restaurant. Do you know it?"

He replied: "Yes, I know it."

I cut the line immediately: "I’ll be waiting for you there. I want to talk to you about something."

I arrived at the restaurant and sat watching the door, my back straight and my eyes missing nothing. It wasn’t long before Marcus appeared; he approached with hesitant steps, greeted me with a polite coldness, and I gestured with my hand toward the seat opposite me.

Marcus sat down and began interlacing his fingers over the table, leaning toward me slightly: "When you called, I was puzzled. What is it you need from me?"

I looked directly into his eyes and said in a calm tone, yet as sharp as a scalpel: "I learned that you’re searching for your lover, Violet."

His features shifted in an instant; his jaw tightened and the veins in his forehead bulged as he asked sharply: "Who told you?"

I ignored his question entirely and said stolidly: "It doesn’t matter who told me."

He narrowed his eyes, his leg beginning to shake restlessly under the table: "Was it Julie?"

I didn’t give him an answer; instead, I asked in a commanding tone: "Where did you meet her?"

Marcus exhaled in frustration, pushing the chair back slightly as he stood up in rebellion: "Mr. Thomas, these are personal matters and I don’t want to discuss them."

I said in a low voice that carried an implicit threat: "I want to know, Marcus."

He stopped, staring at me with a hard gaze: "I’m sorry. If you want to talk about this, I’ll have to leave."

I fixed my gaze on him and said sternly: "Marcus, sit down."

He hesitated for a moment, then sat, letting out a heavy breath of clear annoyance. That was when I dropped the bomb that paralyzed him: "I’ve known Violet for a long time."

His eyes widened, his hand frozen as it toyed with the water glass. He asked in shock: "What?"

I continued, feeling an old lump in my throat: "She was my lover once, and now, I am also searching for her."

Marcus leaned toward me as if the shock had knocked him off balance: "I never expected that you might know her!"

I asked him again, my eyes tracing every flicker on his face: "Where did you meet her?"

He swallowed hard and leaned back into his seat, as if surrendering to the truth: "I met her in a casino in Las Vegas."

I asked, my pulse quickening: "When?"

He answered, looking into the void with bitterness: "A year and a half ago."

I drew a deep breath, feeling the weight of the years pressing on my chest as I asked in a dry tone: "A year and a half ago... but when was the last time you saw her?"

Marcus leaned his elbows on the table, rubbing his palms with noticeable tension: "Six months ago... we were living in an apartment I rented in Las Vegas. We were together for a whole year."

He paused, then continued, narrowing his eyes like someone trying to recall a blurred image: "I knew nothing about her, only her name. Every time I tried to ask, she would cut me off coldly and say, ’If you want me, don’t ask me.’ And I would remain silent."

I asked, feeling an angry throb in my temple: "And what happened? How did you part?"

Marcus exhaled bitterly, shaking his head in sorrow: "Nothing happened... in the morning, I woke up and didn’t find her. I searched for her everywhere, but she was like a mirage; she vanished completely. No trace of her at all."

I nodded slowly, an old bitterness coating my tongue.

Violet... she was always a master of disappearing. If she didn’t want to be found, you wouldn’t find her even if you turned the earth upside down. I too had spent years digging through shadows looking for her in vain.

I moved my wheelchair: "Fine, Marcus. Thank you for the information."

Marcus sprang up, his body stiffening as he blocked my path: "Wait! You didn’t tell me how do you know her?"

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