My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: 22/Little Madwoman

Chapter Twenty-Two:

Julie’s Point of View

The door opened, and for the first time , a different breeze licked my face.

Although the club was still closed and desolate, stepping out from between those four walls felt like a small victory.

I had often heard the phrase "we don’t appreciate the value of things until we lose them," and only now did I realize its truth; the taste of freedom after imprisonment, even if it is a diminished freedom, is something no description can do justice.

I took my first step into the hallway, but my euphoria did not last long.

There was a guard standing alert at the corner of the corridor, and as soon as he saw me step out, his eyes began tracking me in predatory silence.

In that moment, my illusions evaporated; Robert had given me the key, yes, but he had not given me the freedom I had imagined.

I walked down the long corridor with hesitant steps, the echo of the guard’s footsteps behind me reminding me every second that I was still "under surveillance."

I stopped suddenly at one of the closed doors; I felt an overwhelming urge to enter there.

I longed to see someone like me, someone who had tasted the imprisonment of this place, perhaps to find in their eyes some consolation or a missing truth.

I gripped the doorknob and turned it with all my strength, but it didn’t budge. I turned to the guard and signaled with my hand for him to approach.

He came toward me with heavy steps and an expressionless face, asking in a coarse voice:

— "Yes.. what do you want?"

I said to him, attempting to regain my self-confidence:

— "I want to enter here.. open the door for me."

He shook his head stolidly and answered in a decisive tone that left no room for discussion:

— "This is not permitted.. Mr. Robert’s orders are for you to remain in the hallway only."

Anger ignited in my chest until I felt its heat in my face.

Did he give me the key just to keep me confined in this hallway? Had he turned me now into a guard working for him for free? Or did he expect me to play a "running game" back and forth in this narrow corridor?

I felt the bitterness of deception fill my throat. He had mocked me.. he had laughed at my naivety when I thought I had won.

He gave me a key that allowed me to walk only in the hallway, as if throwing a bone to a caged dog to amuse himself.

I thought I had taken charge of my affairs, only to discover that I had moved from a prison of four walls to a prison in the shape of a straight line, whose end begins where the surveillance of that guard standing behind me terminates.

I looked at the key in my hand with contempt; in my eyes, it was no longer a means of survival, but had become a symbol of the mockery with which that savage treats me.

He knows that I will not be able to escape, and he knows that all he did was expand my cage by a few meters, to watch my reaction while he sips his cigar in his office.

I could no longer endure this restriction disguised as freedom.

I stepped toward that closed door and began pounding on it with all the strength I possessed; the strikes of my palms on the solid wood echoed in the silent corridor like gunshots.

I screamed in a voice choked with tears and rage:

— "Is there anyone? Does anyone hear me here?"

I wanted to create chaos; I wanted to hear any sound other than the echo of my footsteps and the silence of the walls.

But suddenly, I felt a thick hand wrap around my wrist and pull me forcefully away from the door. It was the guard, who had finally lost his coolness, standing before me with his massive body and firm gaze, saying in a loud voice that carried a clear threat:

— "Stop this right now!"

I said in an angry tone,

"Where is your master? I want to speak with him now."

I didn’t wait for a response from him; instead, I turned and headed toward the stairs with wide, fast steps.

His voice echoed from behind me as he tried to catch up with me:

— "Stop! Go back to your room.. he is not here!"

I didn’t turn to him, as if I would believe such a cliché, ridiculous lie. I was certain he was hiding somewhere, watching the control screens and enjoying my lostness in his corridors.

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