My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: 28/I Only Win

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Robert’s Point of View

She was telling me that I had failed to tame her, that I couldn’t break her pride, believing that my indulgence gave her power and authority over me.

How naive... she thinks that screaming and rebelling are what prove one’s existence.

She hasn’t realized yet that I’ve been watching her like one watches a bird that thinks it flies freely inside a cage whose bars it hasn’t touched yet.

The words she spat in my face were insolent, provocative, and carried a level of audacity sufficient to end anyone else’s life in this place just for thinking them.

"Failure?"

I repeated the word in my mind as I contemplated her trembling features despite her sharp tongue.

She doesn’t understand that the patience I granted her wasn’t weakness; it was part of the game.

She thought she had crushed my prestige in front of Mendoza, while in reality, she did nothing but awaken a sleeping beast a beast that knows no mercy when its pride is touched.

I slowly extended my cold hand, touching the delicate skin of her neck.

I felt her pulse quicken under my fingers like a drum beating in a battlefield.

The heat radiating from her clashed with the coldness of my limbs, as if trying to tell me she was still resisting.

I moved closer until I felt her rapid breath fanning my face, and said in a calm tone devoid of any shred of pity:

"If I tighten my hand around your neck now... the taming ends."

The words were clear and harsh; I was telling her that the "taming" she described as a failure is actually the only thread keeping her alive, and that with one squeeze, I could turn this challenge into a lifeless corpse with no tongue to speak.

Her breathing faltered under my hand, and her green eyes told a story of terror her sharp tongue didn’t dare utter.

I pressed my thumb slightly against her racing pulse; I wanted her to feel how close she was to the edge, how fragile that rebellion she boasted of truly was.

Then I continued with an unshakable, icy coldness:

"Luckily for you... I don’t kill women."

I said it while looking deep into her eyes, letting the words sink into her mind. It wasn’t out of mercy, but rather my own law that grants her life on my terms.

She now realizes that her survival isn’t due to her strength, but due to a "principle" I hold, and that I can replace death with something far worse... the real taming that begins now.

I withdrew my hand from her tensed neck, leaving her trying to regain the breath I had stolen with a single touch.

I looked at her stonily, regaining that terrifying calmness that envelopes my persona, and said in a voice sharp as a blade:

"Failure does not exist in my dictionary, Julie... because quite simply, I only win."

My words were the final judgment in this confrontation.

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