My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: 179/Jake’s Bitter Revenge

Chapter 179

Jake’s Point of View

Steve was looking at me from behind the glass with narrowed eyes, trying to pierce through my features to uncover the secret behind my intense hatred for his sister. I struggled to maintain my composure and answered in a casual tone, "It’s nothing, Steve... I’m just angry at her for treating you in such a humiliating way."

"Don’t be angry at her; you have no right, Jake!" he snapped, gripping the receiver. "She’s my sister, and she’s none of your business."

I couldn’t understand how he could love her so blindly, regardless of what she did to him. I tried to comprehend it, but I failed completely. I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, I won’t interfere in your relationship anymore."

He nodded. "Yes, that’s for the best."

At that moment, the stern voice of the guard echoed in the hallway: "Visiting time is over!"

"Steve, time’s up... I have to go," I said, preparing to stand.

"Alright, Jake. See you next time," he replied with a faint smile.

I rose from the chair and waved to him, then the guard led me through the depressing corridors back to my cell. I threw myself onto the hard bed, closing my eyes as questions gnawed at my mind: How did he see his sister Julie? He should never see her!

My memory drifted back to two months ago, when I met Steve’s father, Stuart. I had been watching him for a week and discovered his frequent visits to a gambling casino. I followed him in that evening and asked one of the workers there out of curiosity, "Hey, do you know that man sitting at that table... the one in the brown suit?"

The worker looked up and said mockingly, "Oh, that bankrupt loser? Yeah, I know him."

"Bankrupt?" I asked with feigned surprise.

"Yes, and he’s in very deep debt," the worker replied.

Right there, at that moment, a plan for revenge flashed in my head like a diabolical spark.

Today I will take my revenge on you, Julie, because you hurt my friend and made us lose the money we stole. I walked toward his table with confident steps, sat across from him, and said with a yellow smile, "Hello."

"Hello... you want to play?" he replied irritably, without looking up from his cards.

"No... but I think you’ll want to hear what I have to tell you," I said.

He finally raised his gaze to me. "Who are you?"

"Jake... Jake Simon... and you must be Stuart Michael."

He grew flustered. "How do you know me?"

"That’s not important," I replied coldly.

He growled sharply, "Are you trying to mess with me, you smart-ass?"

"Calm down and listen to me first," I said, gesturing for him to be quiet.

"Go on then, say what you have to say," he said impatiently.

"Do you want to make money and settle your debts in a quick and easy way?" I asked, leaning toward him.

"How do you know about my debts?" he asked suspiciously.

I let out a low laugh. "For God’s sake, Stuart, everyone knows! Now answer me... yes or no?"

"Yes, of course!" he said with an eagerness he couldn’t hide.

"I know you have a beautiful daughter, don’t you?" I asked cautiously.

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