My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: 303/I am not your mother

Chapter 303

Julie’s point of view

His eyes widened in genuine shock, astonishment coloring his features, his brows arching with unbridled wrath and fury as he yelled: "Did Steve tell you about my imprisonment? That fucking bastard can never shut his massive mouth and keep a goddamn secret!"

I waved my hand in the air with dismissive indifference to his wrath, stating with a groan: "Rest assured, he hasn’t told a single living soul in this town. I am the only one who found out. And by the way, to this exact second, I don’t even know the cause of your imprisonment or your goddamn crime, nor am I remotely interested or curious to know the details of your trashy life."

He averted his face from me with extreme coldness and absolute detachment that perfectly mirrored my own nature: "Yes, that is far better for me. I despise nosy people."

I looked down once more, completely involuntarily, at his massive physical build which truly appeared giant-like, packed with prominent, corded muscles rippling beneath the fabric of his jacket; I remembered with stark clarity the details of his thin, weak frame in the past when we met in New York. I stated in a mocking, astonished pitch: "It truly appears that your stint in prison has done you wonders and transformed your build... your body has become massive, like a goddamn wrestler."

He completely ignored my words and commentary, offering me not a single reply or glance. Instead, he spun around with detachment, arrogance, and pride, walking with heavy, audible, and confident strides toward Steve’s private bedroom. He burst the wooden door open, stepped inside swiftly, then slammed it shut behind him with a violent force that sent a deafening echo vibrating through the house.

I forcefully stomped the sole of my bare foot against the ground in a towering rage, hissing with audible resentment through my teeth: "Arrogant, conceited, fucking bastard! Am I destined now to live and endure existing under one roof with this ridiculous, proud prick?"

I marched with angry, swift strides into the small kitchen, aggressively finishing the preparation of the cup of tea I had forgotten atop the blazing stove. I poured myself a warm, steaming mug, pulled open the metal door of the refrigerator, and extracted a piece of delicious, appetizing cherry cake that my brother Steve had brought home from the kitchen yesterday specifically for me. As I sat down upon the stool, I could clearly hear the rushing, forceful sound of the shower water in the adjacent bathroom, realizing instantly that the goddamn intruder had already gone in to wash.

I grasped my mobile phone from atop the table, automatically intending to dial Steve’s number to give him urgent word of what had transpired and his friend’s presence.

However, my hesitant fingers retreated from the screen at the last second, and I reasoned with absolute rationality and calm; surely, if Steve found out at this exact second that Jake was present in the house, he would abandon everything in his hands at the restaurant and the customers, rushing over without a single thought. That reckless, irresponsible behavior might result in his final termination from his sole job. For that reason, it was far better and closer to correctness to await him until he finished and arrived on his own.

Surely, it would be a delightful, beautiful surprise for him, because he loves Jake insanely and considers him a precious brother.

I was quietly enjoying consuming my piece of delicious cake and slowly sipping the hot tea, when suddenly, the handle of the antique bathroom door clicked, and Jake abruptly and unexpectedly entered the kitchen perimeter.

My metal fork froze mid-air between my fingers, my eyes widening with fury, wrath, and utter repulsion as he advanced toward the table with absolute self-confidence. The bastard was literally not wearing a single shred of clothing to cover his body save for a small, white cotton towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Meanwhile, his clearly defined six-pack abs and his entirely bare, broad chest were fully exposed right before me, his short blonde hair dripping with water droplets that cascaded over his shoulders.

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