My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: 220/Between Two Fires

Chapter 220

Julie’s POV

I jolted awake from the bed as if a violent electric current had surged through me. I remembered the club. I remembered Robert.

A sharp pang of anxiety gnawed at my chest how could I stay here while he knew nothing of my whereabouts? I began pacing the room, my hands trembling as I tried to find a way to contact him, but I didn’t have his number or any other means.

Suddenly, I thought of my father. Surely, he had some link to him. I rushed out of the room. He had already given up on any response from my mother; he had left her locked door and headed to the living room, where he sat drinking alcohol with a desperate greed.

I stood before him, my voice shaking. "Dad, do you have Robert’s number?"

He looked at me with glazed eyes and replied coldly, "No, I don’t."

I clenched my fists. "I need to speak with him. It’s urgent."

He set his glass on the table, eyeing me with suspicion. "Did he allow you to leave?"

I stepped closer, deciding to bargain. "Dad, help me reach him, and I promise I’ll tell you everything."

He sighed, slowly pulling his phone from his pocket and scrolling through it. "I don’t have his number, but I have his father’s."

My eyes widened. "His father’s?"

"Yes," he replied, tapping the screen. He handed me the phone, the numbers glowing on the display, and added with a tone of impending interrogation, "Once you’re done, I want to know exactly what happened."

I never expected to speak to that man again. The last time we met, I had punched him and hurled the vilest insults at him, yet here he was, acting like a protective father... What is happening? How did everything flip like this?

I snatched the phone and retreated to my room, locking the door behind me. My breath hitched as I dialed. It rang for a long time before someone picked up. "Hello... Mr. Thomas?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Who is this? This is Stewart’s number," he replied, sounding puzzled.

"It’s Julie, your son’s personal assistant," I said, trying to be brief.

"Julie? Why are you calling from Stewart’s phone?"

"Listen, Mr. Thomas, I need Robert’s number immediately."

"Why?" he asked sharply.

"I was kidnapped today," the words poured out of me like a flood. "A man saved me, but I’m afraid Robert is out there looking for me. He needs to know I’m home."

When the door opened, I saw her... "Meredith." A surge of raw fury shook me.

I felt a primal urge to storm out of the car and confront her with every word I’d choked back for years, but I forced myself to stay. I saw Julie throw herself into her arms, and then Stewart emerged the man who hadn’t changed a bit.

I closed my eyes, slamming my hand against the wheel. Why did I bring her back here? Isn’t she Robert’s property now my enemy’s pet? Wasn’t I supposed to imprison her? I should have made Robert suffer.

I should have convinced him I was torturing her, that my men were raping her without mercy. Knowing she was Meredith’s daughter should have been enough to make me loathe her, to use her as a cheap tool for my vengeance.

But why? Why did this girl stir a strange, fierce protective instinct in me? Why did I feel a lump in my throat and a desire to wrap her in my arms and give her the entire world?

I drove away, my thoughts eating me alive. Nothing I was doing made sense. I had thrown away my winning card the one that would have charred Robert’s heart. And one question echoed in my mind like a maddening ghost: Why did Meredith and Stewart sell their own daughter? It made no sense.

If that girl were mine, I would have burned the world to ashes for her. How could they sell her so easily?

Suddenly, my phone rang, cutting through the chaos of my thoughts. I snatched it up. "Yes?" I barked.

The voice of one of my men came through, trembling and frantic. "He’s dead, sir... he’s dead!"

My features contorted, and I gripped the phone with a deadly force. "Who is dead?!" I roared.