My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: 318/The Wrong Target

Chapter 318:

Robert’s POV

I was leaning my tensed torso against the car seat, gripping the phone with fingers trembling from the excess of sweeping emotion and raging anger, waiting for Ron’s answer with absolute impatience to cut off this cursed doubt that had been gnawing at my chest for years. His confused and fearful voice came to me across the line, saying: "Sir... she is in a nearby area. I will send you the coordinates of the address immediately. I will also get into my car and head there quickly."

I tightened my grip on the phone with brute force, almost shattering its screen, and ground out with a convulsed, raging jaw and a voice roaring like thunder that cut off his breath: "Send it now and without the slightest delay!"

I ended the call with a swift, violent movement, and not a few seconds passed before the phone vibrated in my palm with a powerful, successive vibration announcing the arrival of the text message with the required address in detail. Instantly, without thinking, I brought the weight of my foot down violently and harshly upon the gas pedal. The car’s beastly engine roared with a loud force that shook the street, and I launched forward at the maximum possible crazy speed, tearing through roads and curves with total indifference to death. I wanted to reach Julie at any cost, even if the price was burning the entire city... as if the whole world, with its oceans and continents, had been reduced to that small geographical spot.

My feelings blended with burning violence inside my chest, and conflicting thoughts battled hysterically in my head. Despite the fact that she betrayed my trust, left me, and went away throwing everything behind her back and fleeing my cursed, stupid, and weak heart was still thumping for her with a loud force and ache.

It was as if it were punishing me with every beat striking my chest because I loved her to madness, and because I fell naively into the webs of her magic in this despicable manner. Even my mind... even my stern mind did not cease thinking of her or imagining her features for a single second throughout the time of her fatal absence. After all those long, exhausting, and bitter years of lost searching... I have found her now; I will meet her and confront her now!

I increased the car’s speed more and more while the fierce winds battered the iron outer chassis of the vehicle, until I slammed on the brakes with sudden, harsh violence, producing a sharp, annoying screech from the tires the moment I arrived exactly at the specified address. I got out of the car door with roaring, confident, and violent steps like a destructive storm, and caught sight of one of my men whom I had placed for surveillance standing with apprehension and caution.

I rushed toward him with the entirety of my massive, terrifying stature, gripped his arm with fingers as strong as pincers, and shouted with successive breaths and eyes igniting with sparks: "Where is she?! Tell me quickly... come on, speak, where exactly is she standing?!"

The man swallowed his saliva dryly with a genuine fear that paralyzed his limbs, and retreated with his torso a little backward for fear of my onslaught. Then he pointed his trembling palm toward a nearby, secluded place, saying in a low voice: "She is there... sitting by herself, sir."

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