My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: 314/Hunting the Past

Chapter 314

Robert’s POV

I was deeply surprised by the action of that small child as he embraced my neck with that rare, spontaneous warmth, and I felt a very strange, new, and completely unprecedented feeling invading the corners of my chest for the first time in my harsh life. The warmth quickly crept into my stiffened limbs, so I surrounded his small, slender body with my strong arms and, with a single affectionate, gentle movement, I lifted him between my hands and stood up to my full stature, leaning my long torso with steadfastness.

At that moment charged with innocence, I caught sight of my brother Harold coming with quiet, balanced steps toward the car. He stopped directly in front of me and looked at his son settled safely between my arms, and a warm, quiet smile sketched on his lips as he said: "I think you have finally met and gotten to know Adam, Robert."

I looked scrutinizingly at the small boy’s innocent, pure features that radiated whiteness, and said in a low tone: "Adam... it is indeed a beautiful name."

Harold sighed deeply, and relaxed his shoulders with features of slight reproach and a sadness that appeared in his eyes, saying: "I personally and intensely invited you to the celebration of his birth back then... but as usual, you alienated us and did not come."

I calmly averted my gaze from his reproaching face for a moment with complete coldness and detachment, and ground out in a low, hissing voice that cut off the cords of family discussion: "You know perfectly well that I am always busy with my businesses, Harold."

In the midst of these gentle moments, the child’s small, soft, and trembling hand extended spontaneously toward my face and grabbed the strands of my pitch-black hair, and he began playing with his fingers through it with natural ease. Harold watched his bold movement and smiled with warmth and affection, saying: "Look at him... it seems he truly loves you and senses safety with you despite your harshness."

I fixed my sharp looks on the little one who had succeeded in melting my ice, relaxed the tensed lines of my face a little, and said with a sincere admission: "He is indeed a gentle boy."

The child suddenly turned his small head and looked at his father, Harold, then extended his small arms toward him with eagerness and childish affection, uttering in his sweet childish letters: "Daddy... Daddy."

Signs of happiness and joy sketched entirely on Harold’s face, and he took a single quick step to approach us, saying with a sweeping fatherly affection: "Yes, my dear and precious son... come to Daddy’s embrace."

I presented and delivered the child’s body with extreme caution and gentleness to Harold, who caught him between his hands and pressed him to his chest with softness and emotion. Then he turned with the little one toward me again and said with an encouraging smile: "Adam... have you gotten to know your uncle Robert? Say ’uncle’... come on, champion."

The small child looked at me with his bright, wide green eyes in absolute innocence, and moved his small lips with effort, saying in broken, soft letters: "Un... cle."

The features of my face stiffened for seconds because of the impact of the word upon my ears, and I felt a strange constriction in my heart. Then I retreated with a quick step backward to restore my cold mask and said briefly and with detachment: "Fine... I must go right now without delay."

I turned my body with supernatural speed and headed with wide steps toward my black car. I opened the door with a tight, nervous movement and rode behind the steering wheel, then started the engine and departed from that place with a blind, crazy rush. I tore through the highways with a crazy, dangerous speed, heading immediately and without thinking to Carlos’s warehouse and headquarters; my cursed mind could no longer tolerate more riddles and secrets, and it was incumbent upon me to know and uncover what exactly happened with Julie in that cursed nightclub belonging to Wilson years ago.

I arrived at the massive, secluded warehouse after a short period, and slammed on the brakes violently, producing a terrifying screeching sound of friction. I got out of the car with roaring, violent, and driving steps, and entered inside the warehouse like a destructive hurricane about to burn everything. I tore my path with a convulsion directly toward Carlos’s private office, and without any prior warning, I pushed the door with brute force so that it opened and slammed against the wall with a loud, terrifying sound.

Carlos jolted in his place with terror from behind his desk, and his gaze stared with total astonishment and sweeping shock toward me, uttering in a faltered, snatched tone: "Robert?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I did not grant him a single second to comprehend the chaos or catch his breath; I rushed with the entirety of my massive, beastly body toward him, and grabbed with intense malice, hatred, and irritation with both of my hands onto the collar of his shirt with a convulsion.

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