My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: 203/The Fragile Lie

Chapter 203:

Julie’s POV

The hands of the clock stopped moving, and the air froze in my lungs. Never in my worst nightmares did I imagine Robert would find us in this wretched situation. How could I explain this now? How could I convince him that this man’s presence in my room was nothing but a disaster I didn’t choose?

He marched toward us, his heavy steps shaking the floor. "Carlos!" he bellowed, a sound that rocked my very soul. Then he turned his gaze to me, his eyes like cold blades slicing through my skin. "What the hell is Carlos doing in your room, Julie?"

I felt like my heart was going to stop beating. I was shaking violently, and words flew from my mind like birds startled by a storm. I tried desperately to catch just one to answer him, but my tongue was paralyzed. He looked terrifying; the veins in his neck were bulging, his knuckles white from clenching his fists so hard.

His voice came out like molten lava: "Is this the ’shyness’ you were talking about earlier? Were you too shy for me just so you could be alone with him?"

His words stung so much I felt a literal stab in my chest. Does he really think that of me? But I couldn’t blame him; everything around me was stacked against me my wet hair, the towel I was clutching, and Carlos’s suspicious presence. "It’s not like that..." I rasped.

"Not like what?" he snapped with biting sarcasm. "Is what I’m seeing right now a goddamn hallucination?"

I looked at Carlos in a silent plea, hoping he’d say a single word to save the situation, but he stood there silent, watching the rage burn through Robert. Suddenly, Robert’s powerful hand gripped my jaw, forcing my face toward him with a violence that made me whimper. "Look at me and answer!" he commanded.

"It’s not what it looks like," I said, tears burning my eyes.

Finally, Carlos spoke, but instead of clearing my name, he asked in a strange tone, "Really... how long have you two been together?"

Damn it! What is wrong with you? Is this the time for that cursed question?

In the blink of an eye, Robert drew his piece from his waist and pressed it directly against Carlos’s head with a terrifying click.

My god, is he really going to kill him? Is he going to spill his friend’s blood because of me?

In a state of unspeakable terror, I grabbed Robert’s gun-hand with everything I had and screamed with a breaking heart, "No! Stop!"

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Robert’s POV

I put my piece to his head, pressing the cold barrel against his temple. It wasn’t enough that he dared to be in Julie’s room, but then he has the balls to ask me how long she and I have been together! When I felt Julie’s trembling fingers grab my hand, I spoke, my voice coming out like the hiss of a viper. "Stop for what?"

"I’ll explain everything," she pleaded, eyes overflowing with tears. "Just put the gun down, please."

I looked at her with a lethal suspicion. "Don’t tell me Carlos is ’gay’ too, Julie. Please."

"No, Robert... just put it down," she said quickly, shaking her head.

I lowered the weapon slowly, but the rage was still gnawing at my gut. I stripped off my blazer immediately and threw it over her bare shoulders to cover her up; I couldn’t stand the thought of Carlos looking at her like she was public property. "Talk," I said, barely able to look away from Carlos.

Julie started talking, her voice shaky. "I... I was showering. When I finished, I wrapped the towel and suddenly, when I turned to the mirror, I saw a spider in my hair."

I knitted my brows, looking at her with total disbelief. "A spider?"

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