My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: 305/Flashback (26)

Chapter 305: Shards of a Cursed Past

Flashback: 22 Years Ago

Author’s point of view

Violet lay carelessly inside Thomas’s car, already completely unconscious, her delicate body entirely relaxing and swaying with the movements of the vehicle as it turned through the streets. Thomas finally arrived at the destination apartment building, stopped the engine with excessive haste and impatience, and quickly got out from behind the steering wheel to open the door next to her.

He bent his body toward her, lifted her in his arms with strength and violence, and carried her up the building’s stairs with hurried, anxious steps until he entered the apartment. Then, he rushed directly toward the bedroom and placed her lifeless, surrendering, and cold body onto the white bed.

He stood in his place for a few seconds, contemplating the features of her face, which was pale as death.

A wicked, vile plan flashed clearly and madly in his mind: if he himself could not obtain Violet and possess her heart and affection, he would make Morgan also unable to ever obtain her or get near her for the rest of his life. He clenched his fist tightly with malice and said in a tone filled with spite, hatred, and gloating: "I have antagonized my only friend and lifelong companion specifically for you, Violet... and I will not allow him to obtain you and enjoy your love, no matter what it costs me."

He moved with suspicious, slow, and calculated steps toward the adjacent kitchen, brought a bottle of aged liquor and two glass cups, and poured a little dark red wine into the two cups to suggest the existence of a shared evening together. He returned quickly to the room, advanced toward Violet who was lying motionless on the mattress, and his fingers began stripping her clothes off her, piece by piece, until he stripped her completely and she became entirely naked before his eyes.

Meanwhile, on the other and distant side of the city, Morgan was sitting alone in his car, holding his mobile phone anxiously; he desperately and longingly wanted to hear Violet’s sweet voice. Even though she had told him herself just a little while ago that she was at the university attending her lectures, he could not bear her absence or tolerate waiting, so he called her number.

The phone rang loudly throughout the dark room where Thomas stood... and it rang continuously for a long time until Morgan was almost convinced deep down that she would not answer due to being busy, when suddenly the annoying ringing cut off and the line opened abruptly.

Morgan quickly brought the phone close to his ear and said with eagerness, affection, and an overwhelming longing: "My beautiful Violet..."

But Violet did not reply to him with her voice; instead, a spiteful, cold, and very familiar male voice reached his ears, shocking his senses violently and freezing the blood in his veins, as Thomas replied with complete coldness and clear mockery: "What do you want, Morgan, at this hour?"

Morgan’s entire body stiffened behind the steering wheel, his eyes widening in deadly shock, surprised by Thomas’s voice which sounded very close to the receiver. He shouted sharply in a roaring tone that shook the place: "What is Violet’s phone doing with you, you piece of shit?! And how do you answer it with this audacity?!"

Thomas let out a light, muffled, and highly provocative laugh over the line and said defiantly: "Rather, Violet herself is the one who is with me right now, and in my apartment."

Morgan flew into a violent rage, his face flushing entirely, and the veins in his neck bulged terrifyingly as he gripped the steering wheel with a crazy force that almost broke it between his palms. He screamed at the top of his voice: "I will never believe this nonsense and insolence, Thomas!.. You are definitely lying just to provoke me!"

Thomas replied with excessive confidence and a filthiness fitting for his plan: "If you don’t believe my words... come to the apartment yourself and you will see the scene with your own eyes."

Morgan ground his teeth violently until they almost shattered, and said with a voice and eyes burning with threat and murder: "Don’t try to mess with me, Thomas; you are already playing with fire."

Thomas swirled the glass cup in his hand, causing the ice pieces to make a provocative clinking sound, and said mockingly: "I am not trying to do anything by force... if you don’t believe me, come and see."

Morgan slammed his hand against the dashboard with a force that made a booming sound, and shouted in absolute denial: "Violet would never do such a vile thing!"

At that point, Thomas added with extreme insolence and openness to deliver a fatal blow to his pride and manhood: "Don’t you believe that she actually missed me and got tired of your coldness? She wanted me by her own free will, and she prefers the taste of my dick over anything else."

Every muscle in Morgan’s body tensed and his fury ignited. He shouted with a voice that shook the entire corners of the car: "You bastard!.. I will kill you with these two hands of mine!"

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