My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: 355/The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 355

Julie’s point of view

The string of my thoughts was severed when Jake finally materialized with slow steps, fighting with every ounce of pride and self-control he possessed to make his gait balanced, straight, and steady before his friend.

He was wearing long, dark, loose-fitting trousers and an incredibly long, thick woolen sweater that heavily enveloped his entire body and neck, completely concealing every single inch of his skin.

I observed him with hidden, mocking glances; he was truly skilled and professional at hiding the throbbing bruises and the red welts beneath those heavy winter garments.

Fortunately, and to my own good judgment, I had maintained my composure and nerves, refraining from striking him with the belt across his highly provocative facial features.

Mike stood up from the sofa casually, walking with quick, cheerful steps toward a frowning Jake. In a routine gesture, he playfully shoved his shoulder and struck his arm forcefully with his palm as a standard greeting between them. In that fatal, split second, Jake’s entire face convulsed, his features turning completely pale.

His massive torso shuddered with a crushing pain that violently shook his entire being. His lips parted against his stubborn will, releasing a muffled, sharp, and rasped groan of agony as the impact cruelly collided with one of the burning, swollen bruises beneath the wool.

I couldn’t control myself or restrain the little monster inside me; a loud, mocking laugh erupted from between my lips, filling the spaces of the living room at the sight of his miserable, humiliating state as he writhed from a simple, light touch.

Jake snapped his head toward me with frantic speed, spearing me with a resentful glare that overflowed with a malice threatening the absolute tortures of hell a look that would have literally incinerated me on the spot if looks could kill.

Mike’s brows knit in deep confusion and surprise. He looked at Jake’s contorted face and asked with casual bewilderment:

"What on earth is wrong with you, Jake?! Why are you groaning and writhing in this painful manner from a simple, light greeting? Have you developed the fragility of women?"

Jake swallowed his saliva with immense strain and effort, adjusting the edges of his woolen sweater with fingers that trembled from the underlying pain. He stated in a dry, thick tone that he exerted massive effort to fake and fabricate:

"It’s nothing, for heaven’s sake... don’t worry about it. I fell and stumbled heavily over the wooden stairs yesterday, and my entire body is bruised. It just hurts a little from the movement."

Mike curled his mouth in mockery and disbelief, deliberately striking him lightly on his back once more with a cruelty that set Jake’s nerves on fire:

"Ah... and where the hell were your eyes, you idiot, to fall and stumble in such a disgraceful manner like a child?"

Jake ground his teeth in pure malice and an overflowing hatred toward his friend, and toward me specifically. He moved with a rushed urgency toward the exit door to save his skin from my mocking, ridiculing stares, snapping sharply:

"Let’s just leave, Mike, without any extra chatter... let’s move, quickly!"

Mike turned his head toward me as he opened the threshold of the door, waving his hand with a calm, promising smile as he stated:

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