My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: 174/The Green Forest

Chapter 174

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

I asked the driver to pull up at "San Lawrence," the place where I had shared countless memories with Violet. I entered the restaurant and slowly maneuvered my wheelchair toward our favorite table the one directly overlooking the large fountain adorned with dolphin statues.

Violet had always loved them; she was absolutely obsessed with dolphins.

I closed my eyes for a moment, summoning the first day I ever laid eyes on her. Morgan and I were together back then, during the days when we were still close friends.

That day, we had spilled a lot of blood and slaughtered half of Rocco’s men, but the bastard had managed to slip away in the end. We were in the car together until we stopped at a simple restaurant; it was very late.

"Morgan, let’s eat... I’m starving," I said, wiping my weary face.

"Me too, my friend," Morgan replied, breathing heavily. "My appetite always spikes after a kill."

I let out a soft laugh. "Let’s go then."

The restaurant was completely empty.

We walked in and sat at the nearest table, then I shouted audibly, "Waiter!"

And suddenly, she appeared. She stepped out from the kitchen door wearing a short black skirt and a white shirt simple waitress attire, but she looked indescribably provocative in it.

Her brown hair was pulled up in an alluringly messy ponytail, and her green eyes... damn, her eyes were a vast green forest you couldn’t come out of alive.

She approached us with hesitant steps. "Hello. I’m sorry... we’re closing. I’ve already informed my manager."

"Are you going to leave us hungry?" Morgan asked, staring at her with the same look of admiration that had taken over my own face.

"I’m sorry," she answered in a soft tone. "The chef has left, and there’s no one in the kitchen."

"Can you at least bring us a drink?" I asked, trying to lock my gaze onto hers.

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip before saying, "Fine. What would you like?"

"White wine, please," Morgan said quickly.

She gave a delicate smile, nodded, and walked away. "Damn, she’s beautiful!" Morgan said, trailing her with his eyes.

"She’s enchanting," I said, breathless.

Morgan stood up and clapped my shoulder hard to snap me out of my trance. "Hey! You’re married, remember?"

"I remembered... until she made me forget everything," I replied, still staring toward the kitchen.

"Thomas, you know Elizabeth well," Morgan warned. "If she finds out you’re looking at girls, she’ll kill you."

"For God’s sake, Morgan, what did I do?" I snapped in frustration. "Did I fuck her? I just looked at her."

"Even looking is forbidden for you," he said sternly. "You have two sons have you thought about that?"

"Enough!" I barked. "Are you going to start reciting my entire family tree?"

"If that’s what it takes, I will," he challenged.

I saw her returning, carrying a tray with two glasses and a bottle of wine. She placed them gently on the table. "Here you go."

We thanked her, and she said with slight tension, "Please hurry. I told my manager I’d closed the place, so finish up quickly."

"Alright," Morgan replied.

She turned and left, while the two of us remained staring at her figure as if we had never seen a woman before. "This girl is a sorceress," Morgan whispered. "She can’t be natural."

"She truly is," I said with certainty.

I reached for the wine bottle and poured for both Morgan and myself. Then I raised my glass high. "To Rocco whom we will kill tomorrow."

Morgan smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it against mine. "Tomorrow, his life ends."

I took the first sip, and as the wine flowed down my throat, I suddenly heard a loud, terrifying scream coming from inside. My body stiffened. I looked at Morgan in shock.

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

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Julie’s Point of View

The opportunity was perfect. I should have just run and been done with the Club... Yes, go on, Julie! Why are you standing here like an idiot? What are you waiting for? The voice of my chaotic thoughts was shattered by Robert’s voice.

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