My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328: 328/A Shattered Ego

Chapter 328:

Julie’s POV

Steve looked at me with features filled with intense reproach and a soul clothed in blame. He shook his head with regret and helplessness, saying: "Why all this rejection and hostility, Julie? Jake is no longer a stranger; he has become one of us and within our small, enduring family."

I turned my vexed face away from him with extreme nervousness, exhaled a burning breath from my chest, and said in a dry, cutting tone that settled the argument: "Jake is your close friend, not mine. For that reason, I ask you by the sake of everything, Steve... keep him completely away from my boundary and my path!"

Steve knitted his eyebrows in obvious confusion that filled his face, and took a wide step toward me to inquire, saying: "I only want to understand this riddle; why do you hate each other with this ferocity and all this harshness without an obvious justification?"

I gripped my palms with iron strength until my knuckles turned white, and ground out in a low, faltering voice: "You cannot understand; there are things that are neither said nor explained, Steve."

Steve let out a sigh of suppressed tightness, and asked me, his eyes searching for a reassuring answer in my eyes: "Will we not go out tonight together to forget our worries?"

I answered him with a dry, strict coldness while moving with rapid steps toward the kitchen exit to end the discussion: "You and Jake go out and enjoy your time; I will remain here in the house."

He pursued me with his imploring, tender looks that melt stone, and said in a warm voice filled with hope: "Julie... I truly want us all to go out together. Please do this for my sake, just for your brother."

I stopped in my place with heavy feet, and relaxed my tightened shoulders under the impact of surrender before his imploring. Then I sighed with a bottomless depth and said with heartbreak to mend his thoughts: "Fine, Steve... for your sake only."

The moment my mouth uttered my commitment, I exited the kitchen floor with stormy steps, burning sparks flying from my eyes that were blazing with fury. I headed directly toward the room of that cursed, base Jake to put a limit to this overstepping before he could utter a single word to my brother. I opened the door with blind momentum and entered without permission.

He was still lying on his bed, sleeping carelessly in a highly provoking manner. I closed the wooden door behind me, and with a swift, sudden movement, I bent toward the bed, snatched a pillow, and brought it down, striking him over his head and eyes with all the malice, oppression, and suppressed fury I possessed in my hollow.

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