My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: 304/A monster in a woman’s body

Chapter 304

Steve’s POV

I halted my exhausted frame right before the threshold of the exterior door of the house, having returned from the restaurant with heavy, slow strides saturated with intense fatigue. The work in the kitchen throughout this entire day had been unbearably arduous, the pressure continuous from the sheer torrent of orders.

The time had grown exceptionally late, the clock hands bypassing midnight by a long shot. I pulled the iron door key from my trousers’ pocket with helpless, agitated fingers, inserting it into the core of the lock with a trembling hand, spent from overexertion. I turned it slowly so as not to awaken Julie. However, the absolute moment I took my very first steps into the interior foyer of the house, I froze entirely in my tracks, my eyes widening in sheer panic, terror, and absolute horror.

My breath hitched, and I was crashed by the sight of the wooden kitchen chair, violently broken and scattered like pulverized shards and minuscule shattered pieces completely blanketing the living room floor!

In those suffocating, terrifying seconds, dark thoughts and horrifying scenarios raced frantically through my mind like absolute madness. The image of my sister, Julie, instantly flashed before me. Had something terrible befallen her? Was she harmed by some perpetrator? Had one of our ancient enemies or night thieves barged into this small house and viciously assaulted her? Every single muscle in my frame tensed, my nerves tightening to a wire.

I strained my hearing with precision and dread through the tranquil perimeter of the place, when suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a faint, exceptionally low movement echoed clearly from the direction of the interior kitchen. Oh, my almighty God! At this late hour of the night, Julie was invariably submerged in her deep slumber inside her bedroom, never altering her routine under any circumstance. I bent down with rapid speed, my frame shivering, and hoisted a thick, sharp, and long wooden staff from the scattered remnants of the shattered chair. I gripped it with both my palms with absolute force and precision, then advanced with extreme slowness, caution, and utterly silent strides holding my breath so the intruder wouldn’t sense me toward the kitchen opening.

I reached the threshold of the kitchen with a heart hammering violently against my ribs. I hoisted my right hand, firmly gripping the heavy wood, high toward the sky in a combative stance, utterly prepared to deliver a lethal, punishing blow to the head of any stranger or thief appearing before me without a single shred of mercy. Yet, in a mere fraction of a second, I froze rooted in my place like a statue, my mouth agape in an unbelievable bewilderment and shock that entirely paralyzed my tongue when my eyes landed upon the face of the man lounging right there, our gazes locking directly.

The man was sitting there eating, staring back at me with a mocking, calm, and definitive expression oozing with absolute coldness. What an absolute divine miracle it was Jake, in the flesh, with his massive physical build, sitting right inside my goddamn kitchen!

Jake relaxed his broad shoulders in utter surrender to the situation, letting out a sigh filled with obvious mockery and biting sarcasm that carved its shadows over his lips, speaking in a calm voice: "It truly appears that this is my global lucky day... The brother and the sister in this goddamn house both take turns beating me with wood!"

I instantly discarded the sharp wooden staff from my hand without a single thought, letting it slam onto the ground to produce a hollow wooden clatter. I lunged toward him with frantic strides and embraced him with every ounce of power and energy I possessed, crushing his massive, rock-hard frame against my chest with unadulterated longing. In return, he encircled my frame with his powerful arms, embracing me with a profound heat and intensity that solidified the deep roots of our brotherhood. I questioned him in an unbelievable pitch, my voice strained and trembling from the sheer torrent of joy consuming my heart: "Jake!... Did you actually walk out of the darkness of that prison? Oh my God, I truly cannot believe my own eyes. Are you actually standing here right before me now?!"

Jake replied, squeezing with a powerful, firm grip against my back with his massive palms to reassure me: "I missed you immensely, Steve. And I genuinely missed this goddamn place."

I answered him while frantically and joyfully patting his broad shoulder: "And I truly missed you and your presence with us, my friend. Your absence left a massive void."

I stepped a fraction backward away from him to regain my emotional balance and study him with intent and precision. I scrutinized with my eyes the details of his cruel, sharp features, which appeared significantly more mature and strict. I spoke with a wide grin: "I cannot process the goddamn concept of you standing inside your own house again with such sheer simplicity."

Jake dragged his large palm across his entire face, features dominated by the sheer exhaustion and fatigue of the long journey, stating with a choke: "Neither can I process it myself, Steve... I remained rotting behind those goddamn walls for four continuous years, entirely cut off from the sun. Because of it, I completely forgot the minuscule details of a normal life on the outside, and how human beings interact with absolute freedom."

I knitted my brows in astonishment, a torrent of questions flooding my eyes, and I questioned him with logical curiosity: "But I remember with stark clarity that your handed-down sentence was five whole years. How the fuck were you released right now, a whole year prior to its expiration?"

I adjusted my posture before him, and he indifferently shrugged his broad shoulders, explaining the matter with absolute coldness: "Good behavior and conduct inside the cellblocks... They suddenly released me based on an administrative pardon for that exact reason, nothing more."

I released a hot, deep sigh from the depths of my chest, stating in a grateful, elated pitch: "Thank God for your safety, first and foremost. I am truly incredibly happy, and you cannot fathom the extent of my joy at seeing you unharmed, Jake."

At that definitive second, Jake narrowed his blue pupils, staring at me with features displaying a glaring reproach and intense annoyance at my actions, stating with a palpable sharpness: "Tell me first, why the fuck did you violate our oath and inform your sister, Julie, that I was rotting in prison?"

I rapidly waved my hands in the air in a defensive motion to justify my position, stating with clarity: "Jake, please, you are exaggerating the matter in an entirely unfair manner... I didn’t tell a single living soul save for her. And I only told Julie because I was continuously forced to leave the house to visit you in that goddamn prison, and it was mentally impossible for me to conceal my frequent absences and constant travels from her while she is living under the same roof with me."

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