Chapter 250:
Julie’s POV
I gripped his hand tightly, as if clinging to a final lifeline. "I want you to promise me," I said, my eyes pleading, "that you will never leave me."
Robert gave a slight smile, looking down at my hand clutching his. "What’s this?"
"Go on," I insisted. "Promise me."
He looked deep into my eyes, his voice steady and calm. "I promise you, Julie."
I raised an eyebrow defiantly. "If you leave me, I’ll shoot you."
He let out a soft laugh. "Oh, you’ve adapted to the mafia life quite quickly!"
"Yes," I replied, nodding. "And you’re the one who taught me how to use a gun, so watch out."
"I will," he said, patting my hand. "Now, let’s go."
We walked back to the car and got in. All the way back, a strange feeling gnawed at me; my conscience was stinging because I was always lying to him. After everything he shared with me today, the weight of those lies felt heavy on my chest. Robert broke my train of thought. "We’re here. Get out."
I looked at him, puzzled. "And you?"
"I have work," he said flatly.
"What work?" I asked worriedly, scanning his face. "You’re injured!"
"I’m fine," he replied curtly.
I sighed. "Fine. Take care of yourself."
I got out of the car, taking Axel with me, and headed into the club. As soon as I arrived, I felt a surge of restless energy. I wanted to train with Max; I hadn’t exercised in days and my body needed the movement. I rushed to my room to change into gym clothes, but before I could leave, Olivia burst in.
She marched toward me aggressively and suddenly pinned me against the wall. I felt the cold hardness of the stone against my back as she screamed in my face, "What is going on between you and Robert? Answer me!"
"Let go of me!" I snapped, trying to break her grip.
She tightened her hold. "Answer me!"
"Olivia, get away!" I yelled, feeling her hot, angry breath on my skin.
I gathered all my strength and shoved her back with everything I had. She stumbled, regaining her balance with a venomous look. "I knew it... I knew you had your eyes on Robert."
"Olivia, you’re just imagining things," I said, straightening my clothes.
"Stop lying! I know everything; I’m not stupid," she shrieked.
I sighed in exasperation. "Fine, Olivia, what do you want?"

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