My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: 27/Poisoned Antidote

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Julie’s Point of View

I felt a constriction in my chest, and terror began to seep into my body, inch by inch, replacing my very blood. He stood there, watching me as if my punishment was his mere presence.

He began to approach with small steps those steps that made me see the shadow of death calling my name.

He stood a meter away from me and spoke in a voice that resembled a hiss:

"Your little performance in my office, Julie... is this your new talent?"

He then continued,

"Or did your excitement get the better of you because you’ll be standing on stage tomorrow?"

I told him, trying to suppress the fear within me:

"I told you, I was just bored."

Yes, a pathetic excuse he couldn’t possibly believe, but it was the second time I used it. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it back, and said in a tone dripping with sarcasm:

"Why didn’t you ask me for some dolls to entertain yourself? That’s how you break your boredom."

The scoundrel! Does he mock me and think I’m a little girl playing with toys? I answered him, softening my words as much as possible:

"I don’t like dolls... thank you for your generosity."

He placed his hand in his pocket and said in a mysterious tone:

"And how was your chat with Carlos Mendoza? Did he manage to entertain you?"

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow in defiance and narrowing my eyes, saying briefly:

"A little."

He smiled and said,

"I think you’re the difficult type, Julie."

I didn’t quite understand what he meant; his words were vague. But I answered based on what I grasped, saying defiantly:

"Of course."

He sighed slowly and said,

"You said my office is a snakes’ den, didn’t you?"

The blood froze in my veins, and I answered with difficulty:

"It was a metaphorical expression."

A smile played on his lips the kind that told me I don’t believe you and he said,

"Hmm... a metaphorical expression."

Then he added:

"And whoever enters a snakes’ den dies poisoned, Julie."

Yes, he had started throwing lethal words at me. I smiled defiantly and said how I wish I had been mute and never uttered it:

"Poison in your presence becomes an antidote, Mr. Robert."

After that sentence, a suffocating silence fell, as if the air had been sucked out of the room at once.

His sarcastic smile vanished, replaced by that terrifying coldness that precedes a storm.

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