My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: 333/A Naked Proof

Chapter 333

Jake’s point of view

Steve stopped moving at the doorstep, looked into the depth of my eyes with total honesty and purity, and patted my arm forcefully with a genuine brotherly reproach, saying: "Do not say this absurd nonsense again, Jake, or I will be angry with you... I have never and will never in my life forget when you sheltered me and carved a path for me in your house in the past before your imprisonment, and how you used to shower me and give me money generously without return."

I looked at him with intense gratitude and respect, and said with steadfastness: "You are my most faithful friend... you are my real brother whom my mother did not give birth to, you realize this matter well."

Steve smiled with warmth and shook his head, saying: "I know and understand this well, man... and now, cease the emotions and wash this mountain of dirty utensils and plates by yourself as a punishment; I am going to the market."

I answered him with lightness and an artificial tightness while rolling up my sleeves: "Fine, go and without delay."

Steve departed the house and the wooden door closed behind him. I remained in the kitchen by myself gathering the dirty plates and cups, and stood before the metallic washing basin, beginning to wash them.

When I finished the task completely and sighed with relief, the muscles of my back tensed, a sound of opening the outer door of the house with extreme, excessive violence suddenly reached my ears. I turned my head toward the hallway and thought indeed that it was Steve who had forgotten something, so I shouted in a raised voice, wondering: "Steve... have you returned with this record speed? What did you forget?"

But no reply or voice came to me. A short, suspicious silence prevailed in the hallway, so I moved with calm, slow steps out of the kitchen to investigate the matter and see who was at the door. I froze in my place with astonishment and fury when I found Julie indeed standing in the center of the hallway, removing her long black winter coat with fingers heavily trembling from the impact of the bitter cold and frost, hanging it randomly and chaotically on the ancient wooden rack.

I contemplated her shabby and ridiculous appearance with total mockery, crossed my arms over my chest with open belittlement, and decided to provoke her, saying mockingly: "Did you truly go out in these short shorts in this external bitter cold and frost?! Have you truly lost your mind?"

She turned to me swiftly, the features of her face convulsed and her green eyes blazing with pent-up malice and burning hatred. She shouted in my face with sharpness and ferocity like a wild cat: "What is your business, huh? What does your disgusting business have to do with my life and my clothes?! Leave me alone!"

I looked at her in total silence and depth for seconds, and at that precise moment, and despite my stubbornness, the scene of yesterday assaulted my mind and thinking with its full, vivid, and exciting details in the bathroom... I remembered clearly how I found her entirely naked without clothes, her body soaked with water and streaming with relaxation over the cold bathroom floor beneath my looks. I will not lie or deceive myself at this moment; she truly possessed... well, she possessed a blatant, curved feminine body that was not to be underestimated by any form or manner.

I do not know what this strange, hot, and intrusive feeling was that invaded the cavities of my inside and my body just now upon recalling and remembering the situation, to the extent that unconsciously, and without comprehension from me, and from the excess of excitement and tension, I bit my lower lip very slowly while fixing the looks of my sharp blue eyes, devouring her body and her clothes with a blatant depth and focus.

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