Chapter 184
Robert’s Point of View
I sat on the wooden chair with a cold indifference, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag before slowly exhaling the smoke into the face of the man cowering before me. "What’s the matter, Snake?" I asked mockingly.
"Didn’t you enjoy seeing us?"
He tried to thrash around violently, growling from behind his mask, "Untie me, you scoundrel!"
I watched him calmly, bound tightly to the chair with a black blindfold covering his eyes completely. "Let’s see what the Don does when he finds out his right-hand man is in my possession," I said in a resonant voice carrying a dark promise.
"You’ll regret this... I’ll kill you!" he spat with deep-seated malice, shaking his body in a desperate attempt to break free.
I chuckled softly, flicking the cigarette ash onto the floor. "Calm down, calm down... this is only the first day. I’m going to teach you all how to dare steal a shipment from me."
I rose slowly from the chair and exited the dark room, ordering the guard to lock the door firmly, then headed to Carlos’s office. I walked in without knocking. "Carlos, I’m leaving now," I said curtly.
"Fine," he replied, without lifting his eyes from the paperwork.
I paused for a moment, observing his stiff features. "What’s wrong? Why are you so irritated?" I asked.
"It’s nothing, Robert," he said coldly, rubbing his forehead.
"Hmm... alright," I said, narrowing my eyes with suspicion.
I left the warehouse and got into my car. As I was preparing to take off, my phone rang; it was Olivia. I answered immediately. "Yes, Olivia."
"I’m leaving the club now, sir," she said in an exhausted tone. "I don’t feel well... I might be getting sick."
"Fine, Olivia," I said in a businesslike tone.
"The customers who arrived today... I’ve sent them to the girls’ rooms as you requested," she added in a low voice.
"Excellent," I replied with satisfaction.
I hung up, and at that moment, Julie crossed my mind. Is she asleep now, I wonder? Or is she still awake? And did she realize that I was the one who ordered the pizza and hamburger for her?
Remembering her childish amazement, a faint smile formed on my lips. I shook my head in despair at myself and whispered, "Look at you, Robert... you’ve started doing things that don’t befit a mafia man at all."
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