My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: 310/Caught in the Wrong Bed

Chapter 310:

Steve’s POV

Jake’s features had already stiffened, and his gaze sharpened with intense, sweeping anxiety as he darted a look of denunciation and absolute rejection at my proposal. He took a quick step toward me to stop me and said in a dry, stern tone carrying total refusal and finality: "What is this irresponsible talk, Steve? I will certainly not allow you to go anywhere else and move away from me!"

I calmly averted my gaze from his anxious face for a moment, then returned to fix my piercing eyes directly into the depths of his. I relaxed my tensed shoulders, sighing with heartbreak, and said: "Jake... my friend, believe me, I will not be upset or angry at all if you truly want this and insist on it for my sake."

Jake did not wait to hear the rest of my justifications; instead, he rushed toward me with a sudden, light speed, and extended his strong, solid arm to wrap it decisively around my neck, tightening his grip and muscles over me under his armpit in a rough, violent playfulness as was our habit. He pressed a little on my neck while smiling with challenge and mischievousness, saying: "If you repeat or duplicate this cursed talk again, I will choke you with these two hands of mine!"

I twisted with a convulsion between his pressing hands in a desperate attempt to escape and free myself from him, and the palm of my hand moved with supernatural speed to descend downward. I gripped his ankle firmly and lifted it upward with all my strength and muscles, so his balance broke in a second, dragging me and my weight with him to fall together with the entire weight of our bodies onto the hard living room floor, producing a massive noise, chaos, and a storm of movement and collision.

I adjusted my seating on the floor with a rush and speed, and tossed the strands of my blonde hair with my hand while directing a sharp look at him full of mischievousness, rage, and brotherly defiance, and said: "Do you truly want to fight and test your strength with me?"

Jake’s stiffened features relaxed and he burst into a loud, roaring laugh that filled the corners of the living room while he lay in full comfort on his back over the carpet. Then he delivered a light, playful punch to my shoulder and said with confidence and pride: "I can certainly still overcome you and throw you to the ground, Steve, no matter how much you try."

In the midst of our roaring laughter and our unsettled movement on the floor, the kitchen door opened in complete silence. We turned together quickly toward the source of the sound, only to find Julie standing at the threshold with a relaxed body and sleepy eyes filled with drowsiness and fatigue because of her staying up late. She knitted her eyebrows with distress and aversion, and said in a faint, raspy voice: "What the hell is happening here with all this noise?"

I suppressed my laugh with difficulty, and tried to straighten and clean my disheveled shirt while I was still settled and sitting on the floor, and said with a fabricated innocence to calm her down: "Nothing, my dear sister... we are just joking and spending some time."

Julie tilted her head with sarcasm and a biting mockery, and scrutinized our bodies extended on the carpet with dry, cold looks, and crossed her arms over her chest with decisiveness, saying: "Answer me... are you small children without a mind, or what?"

Jake waved his hand in the air with complete indifference and detachment, and averted his face from her toward the ceiling, saying with grumbling and distress: "Go to sleep and give us relief from your face."

Julie huffed with a slight emotion, saying: "And did you leave anyone in this house who can sleep at all? You behave like small, irresponsible children!"

I rose from the floor with speed and flexibility, then advanced toward her with a warm smile and a clear attempt to appease her and wipe away her distress. I bent my head a little to approach her and said with affection: "Julie... my dear sister, we are truly sorry for disturbing you."

Jake violently stood up as well with a quick, agile movement from the floor, and darted a look of denunciation and anger at me, saying with shouting and disapproval: "And why are you apologizing to her and begging her pardon in the first place, Steve?!"

Julie turned her entire torso quickly toward Jake, raised her chin with pride, haughtiness, and defiance, and the look of her eye tightened with victory as she said in a biting tone that slapped his pride: "Because my brother is a respectable, well-mannered man who knows manners... and is not like you!"

Jake’s face convulsed entirely from rage and oppression, and he took a threatening, aggressive step toward her while narrowing the pupils of his eyes with evil, and asked her sharply and in an angry voice: "What exactly do you mean by your words and your saying ’like you’, Julie?!"

Julie did not retreat backward a single inch because of his threat; rather, she fixed the looks of her green eyes into the depth of his face with insolence and said with a provocative coldness that tests the nerves: "You know perfectly well inside you what I mean, Jake, so there is no need for clarification."

I stepped with supernatural speed and stood as a stern barrier with my massive body between them to cut off the spark of the fight and clashing, and raised both of my palms with a decisive, final command to end this futile discussion, saying in a loud voice: "Stop this nonsense right now! Come on... let everyone go to their room and sleep quietly."

Julie sighed with distress and running out of patience, and averted her face with detachment, turning toward the long hallway while dragging her feet with fatigue, saying: "I am going to my room indeed," then she disappeared inside her room and closed the wooden door behind her firmly.

I turned my face toward Jake, only to find him rubbing his face and eyes with both of his hands from the excess of exhaustion and fatigue. He looked at me with withered features and shook his head with fatigue, saying with a light yawn: "Come on, let’s sleep and end this long day... come on."

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