My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: 212/Under the Enemy’s Wing

Chapter 212

Don Morgan’s POV

I walked into the safehouse with measured, steady strides, the cigarette still perched between my lips. I asked the guard in the foyer with a chilling indifference, "Which room is the girl in?"

"The upstairs bedroom, sir. On the left," the guard replied respectfully.

I climbed the stairs, feeling a strange rush of euphoria. I was eager to see this girl the one who had shattered Robert’s pride and forced both him and Carlos to their knees like children.

But as I reached the hallway, my heart constricted. The guard assigned to her door was missing. Suddenly, a high-pitched, terror-filled scream ripped through the silence.

I lunged for the door and kicked it open. The blood froze in my veins at the sight: my own guard, trousers down, his massive body lunging at the terrified girl. I didn’t think twice. I drew my weapon, aimed with lethal precision, and put a bullet directly through his dick.

The bastard let out a scream that shook the walls. I stepped closer and, with absolute coldness, emptied the rest of the clip into his skull.

"I hate rapists," I muttered in disgust, turning my eyes away from the mess.

The girl was burying her face in the mattress, her body shaking violently. "Quiet now," I said, my voice attempting a calmness I didn’t feel. "Nothing is going to happen to you." The moment she lifted her head and looked at me, the world seemed to tilt.

I lost my balance for a second, catching myself against the wall. It couldn’t be. This was impossible.

Those shimmering green eyes, that long cascading brown hair, and those lips... Damn it! "Violet?" I whispered, my senses overwhelmed by disbelief.

She looked at me, lost and dazed. "Who... who are you?" she asked in a trembling voice.

I approached her slowly, as if I were approaching a ghost I feared would vanish. I gripped her arm with extreme gentleness and sat her up, then reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

No, this couldn’t be a coincidence. She looked exactly like a carbon copy of Violet from twenty-two years ago. "Violet... you look just like her," I breathed.

"I’m Julie!" she said, her breath coming in frantic gasps. "I was kidnapped! Someone took me... help me, please!"

"Who kidnapped you?" I asked with a calculated concern, still trying to process the revelation.

"I don’t know who," she sobbed. "But this animal was trying to assault me."

I scanned her, my eyes dark with protective rage. "Did he touch you?"

She shook her head, wiping away her tears. "No... he didn’t. Thank you... thank you for saving me."

I studied her features even closer. "What is your full name?"

"Julie Michael," she replied softly.

Michael? Where had I heard that name? Then it clicked. The man who went to prison because the police found him at the restaurant and thought he was the killer. "Is your father Stewart Michael?" I asked, stunned.

Her green eyes widened. "Yes! How did you know?"

"And your mother... Meredith?" my pulse was racing now.

"You know my mother too?" she asked in bewilderment. "Who are you... are you my uncle? I just recently found out I had an aunt, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I had an uncle too."

I couldn’t help but chuckle despite the situation; her way of speaking was so much like hers. "No... I’m not your uncle. Are you talking about Violet?"

"Yes," she replied. "I haven’t met her, but I only just found out she’s my aunt." She looked at me pleadingly. "Can you unlock these? I’m scared the kidnapper will come back and find us here."

I snatched the keys from the dead guard’s pocket and unlocked the shackles on her hands and feet. She rubbed her reddened wrists, looking at me with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

At that moment, I noticed something.

She had two distinct dimples, even though neither Violet nor Meredith had them. "You have dimples... just like me," I said instinctively. "Look."

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