My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317: 317/Flashback (30The last flashback)

Chapter 317: The Molding of a Monster

Flashback: 23 Years Ago (End of the Flashback)

Author’s POV

The young Robert’s eyes widened in sweeping shock, and he stopped walking suddenly for mere seconds as if he were struck by lightning, uttering in a trembling, childish astonishment: "Mafia? Me?! I will be a mafia king?!"

Thomas moved his head in decisive agreement, and ground out firmly between his teeth: "Yes, exactly... and I will begin by granting and giving you ownership of this club in particular, so you can learn in it how matters are managed with cruelty."

The young Robert took a tight, confused breath, and moved the palms of his small hands with trembling and fear, saying: "But... but I do not want this, Father! I want, when I grow up, to study and be a chief executive officer."

A malicious, cunning smile twisted upon Thomas’s elderly lips as he said in a mocking tone: "You will indeed be so before society and the law for coverage... but you will also hold with an iron fist all the filthy and black businesses here in secrecy as well."

Robert walked with anxious, heavy steps and asked with a childish insistence filled with the desire to comprehend: "But what is this club exactly? What happens in its closed rooms?"

The movement of the wheelchair stopped suddenly by Thomas’s command, and the latter looked at his son with a piercing, burning gaze filled with the tyrannical majesty that terrifies men, saying: "This club, Robert, is your legitimate and sole door to being the greatest and most powerful man, and it is what grants you a majesty and authority that makes everyone tremble and kneel upon their knees at the mere mention of your name."

Robert shook his shoulders with weakness and lack of resourcefulness, the look in his eyes lost and scattered between the corridors of the place as he said: "I... still do not understand your words, Father."

Thomas cleared his throat to adjust his voice, neared his harsh, wrinkled face to his son’s face, and explained in a low, faint voice carrying in its folds the filthy and despicable truth of the place: "This club rents girls and women to the most influential, authoritative personalities and politicians in all parts of the world, and not only here in New York... you will present and provide them with a protected physical pleasure by your men and your secret, while they, in return, provide you with massive amounts of money, services, and influence, my son... this is the business."

The young Robert’s body stiffened in his place completely like an idol, and signs of total astonishment, shock, and extreme disgust sketched upon his childish face, with features summarizing the shock and brokenness of a child of only twelve years of age seeing his role model trading in humans. He uttered in a shaken, choked voice: "Rents girls? Are... are girls rented like commodities for money?!"

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