My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: 142/Broken and Sold

Chapter 142

Julie’s Point of View

I slammed the door behind me with an impulsive force, as if trying to lock the entire world out. My chest was tightening around that cold metallic lump that refused to budge; I tried to summon tears to ease the pressure, but my eyes were dry and bloodshot.

My gaze fell on the breakfast trolley parked in the corner of the room, cold and forgotten since morning. I lunged toward it with a primal hunger I had never known in myself before. It wasn’t the taste of the food I sought; I was stuffing my mouth with consecutive bites as if trying to plug the emotional void widening inside me.

I swallowed the food with a lump in my throat, my hands trembling as I held the fork, until I finished everything without ever feeling full.

I moved through the room with staggered steps, stripped off my clothes violently, and pulled on my workout gear. I tied my hair up, feeling my skin prickle with every movement. I needed to move, to escape the prison of my thoughts.

I went down to Max’s room. I didn’t knock; I entered directly with that blunt manner I seemed to have unintentionally inherited from Robert.

Max was drowned in sleep, his features relaxed for the first time in a long while.

He opened his heavy eyes with difficulty, staring at me blankly before muttering in a hoarse voice: "What... Julie?"

I stood over him, my body rigid as a stake: "Get up, let’s go train."

Max exhaled wearily, placing his hand on his forehead: "I need rest now... I worked all night, my body is wrecked."

I took a step closer, my tone sharp, teetering on the edge of a breakdown: "Get up now. I can’t be alone... I need to be with you."

He sat up, the signs of a sudden awakening starting to chase the drowse from his face: "What happened?"

I said stolidly, avoiding his eyes: "Get up and I’ll tell you."

He pushed the blanket off his bare chest making me avert my eyes slightly then pulled on his shirt and dressed quickly while watching my obvious tension. He sighed, saying: "Fine, you stubborn girl, let’s go."

When we reached the gym, the smell of sweat filled the air. A few men were lifting weights, the sound of iron clashing against the floor echoing through the space.

Max stopped at the entrance, glancing around with clear concern: "Julie, this isn’t the right time... the gym isn’t empty now, look."

I fixed my gaze on the punching bag at the end of the hall, feeling my heartbeat thumping in my ears. I didn’t turn toward any of them; my fists were clenching involuntarily. I said in a cutting tone: "I don’t care who’s here... I told you, let’s train."

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