My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: 221/The Drowsiness of Death

Chapter 221

Robert’s POV

I lay on the cold concrete floor, lost in the suffocating isolation of time. Suddenly, the rhythmic thud of approaching footsteps broke the silence. I surged to my feet with guarded precision, pressing my back against the iron door, holding my breath.

The moment it swung open, I lunged at the guard like a predator. I twisted his neck with a raw, primal force until I heard the sickening crack of bone. He collapsed, a lifeless heap.

I snatched the handgun from his belt and moved through the desolate corridors of the warehouse until the faint sound of Carlos’s voice drifted from a nearby room. I opened the door with agonizing slowness to prevent any creak.

Carlos lunged to attack, but recoiled the second he recognized me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It’s me, Carlos," I whispered. "Let’s get out of here."

His eyes shimmered with frantic concern. "Where’s Julie?"

"I don’t know," I replied with rising bitterness. "The Don played us."

We moved with calculated caution, tension vibrating through our veins, until we spotted a guard stationed at the corner.

I flanked him and slammed the butt of my pistol into his skull with everything I had. As he slumped unconscious, Carlos grabbed his weapon. We found a table in the hallway where our confiscated phones and pistols lay; we retrieved them instantly. "We need to slip out unnoticed," I told Carlos as I chambered a round. "They outnumber us."

Carlos tightened his grip on his gun. "Let’s move."

We headed for the exit, but the silence was suddenly shattered by a hailstorm of gunfire. I threw myself behind a wall while Carlos took cover opposite me. I signaled for him to hold his fire; my ammunition wouldn’t survive a prolonged shootout.

We waited for a momentary lull. "Now!" I barked. We moved in perfect sync, our aim lethal and precise, dropping every man in our path.

"Let’s go," I panted. But suddenly, the chilling bite of cold metal pressed hard against the back of my head. The Snake’s voice slithered into my ear, a disgusting hiss. "Did you really think it would be this easy, Robert?"

I remained dead calm. "Ah... The Snake. Do you intend to kill me?"

Carlos leveled his weapon at The Snake’s head. "Drop it or I’ll end you!" he roared.

"I’ll kill him before you can touch me," The Snake replied coolly.

"Go ahead," I challenged, feeling the barrel grind against my skull. "Do it!"

Carlos panicked. "Stop it, Robert! What are you saying?"

My eyes remained fixed on the void. "I’m not afraid to die. Do it, Snake!"

The pressure increased. "I will," he growled.

Carlos screamed hysterically, his finger tightening on the trigger. "I’m warning you!"

In a flash, shots erupted from both sides. I felt something searingly hot blood gushing out, soaking through my shirt.

I felt the bullet tear through me, but strangely, there was no pain. None at all. Just a profound, heavy drowsiness clouding my senses, as if I were in desperate need of sleep.

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