My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: 20/Broken Rules

Chapter Twenty:

Robert’s Point of View

I walked out of the room, the echo of her words still resonating in my ears like a cold slap.

I stopped in the dark hallway, wondering in amazement: Did she just kick me out? Did that tiny girl dare to kick me out of the room that I own, and from the place where I am imprisoning her?

A wave of anger swept over me at her limitless audacity; I felt a desire to go back, to open the door and tell her that everything she sees and touches, even the air she breathes, is by my grace and under my mercy.

But I didn’t.. instead, I found myself walking away with steady steps, while my pride boiled beneath my black jacket.

That little kitten was learning quickly how to scratch, and the biggest problem wasn’t in her boldness, but in the bitter truth I suddenly realized: I had begun to enjoy this rebellion.

I climbed the stairs with fast, tense steps and ordered the guard to call Olivia to my office immediately.

I entered the room, that place from which I manage everything, and sat on the leather chair that emitted a slight creak under my weight.

I pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly, inhaling the first breath deeply; I needed the tobacco, hoping its smoke would blur the scene of the "expulsion" that kept passing before my eyes like a humiliating tape.

I puffed the smoke out slowly, watching it vanish into the air. How could a girl who, moments ago, was trembling under the weight of my presence, gather herself so quickly and order me to leave?

Anger was boiling in my veins, but it wasn’t anger at her insult; it was anger at myself.. because for the first time, I allowed a prisoner to set a limit for me.

A faint knock on the door interrupted the flow of my thoughts, then Olivia entered, the scent of fear emanating from her before she uttered a word.

She stood there, her eyes lost, searching for an exit from this confrontation.

I looked at her coldly and said in a calm voice that carried death within its folds:

"When did you start caring about the affairs of my room, Olivia?"

I saw her swallow hard, but I didn’t give her a chance to defend herself; instead, I continued in a sarcastic and humiliating tone:

"And what is it to you who removes my trousers or leaves them? Did I give you this responsibility without knowing it?"

Olivia froze in her place, and every atom of confidence she possessed vanished.

My question was enough to make her realize that to me, she is merely a tool for organizing the club, and not a partner in my secrets or my body.

She said in her confused voice, trying hard to justify her position:

"Mr. Robert.. I truly didn’t mean to interfere in your private affairs, but that girl is a liar! She just wants to get close to you, and she told me herself that she is trying to cloud your mind with her beauty to get what she wants."

I took a deep breath from my cigarette, then exhaled the smoke very slowly while watching her trembling features.

"Cloud my mind with her beauty?" I repeated the sentence internally with sarcasm. Moments ago, Julie was trying to hide inside my shirt and couldn’t even look me in the eye without fear, so how could she boast about her seduction plans before a woman like Olivia?

I looked directly into her eyes, with a gaze that made her wish the ground would split and swallow her, and said sternly:

"Teenage behavior does not suit you, Olivia.. you are a supervisor here, so act accordingly."

I remained silent for a moment to let my words leave a painful impact, then continued:

"I will consider that I didn’t hear your ridiculous lie with which you tried to play me for a fool. Come to your senses immediately, otherwise you will find yourself outside this place before your mind realizes what happened."

I saw her withdrawing with her head bowed, trying to escape with her body that my words had insulted.

I stopped her with a sharp voice before she reached the door:

"Did I give you permission to leave, Olivia?"

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