My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: 400/Fine... Sir

Chapter 400

Robert’s point of view

With exhausted steps, I walked over to the drinks cabinet in the corner of the office. My hand shook so violently I nearly shattered the crystal whiskey decanter as I poured myself a heavy glass. I downed the amber liquid in one aggressive gulp, not even flinching. The burning sensation tore down my throat and into my chest, but it was nothing compared to the absolute fire that had been ravaging my insides since yesterday.

From the very second her pathetic excuse of a father had shown up with his pale, trembling face to tell me he had located her, I had turned into a literal madman, driving my cars at breakneck speeds just to claw her back. But the worst part of it all... was that godforsaken moment I had stormed into that bedroom and saw her on the bed next to that boy. In that fraction of a second, it felt as though the soul was being ripped right out of my chest with unbearable agony. I had to force myself to wear a dead, murderous mask as I aimed my gun at his skull, purely to hide my desperation to tear him limb from limb.

And then, when she screamed when her father choked out that he was her brother, Steve a sudden, overwhelming wave of relief had washed over me. A relief that should never have found its way into my chest. I hated her. I wanted to break her, to punish her for shattering my pride and running away from me. So how the hell was she still shaking me to my very core like this?

A sharp, consecutive knock on the wooden door shattered my chaotic thoughts.

I drew myself up, instantly freezing my features into an impenetrable, stone-cold mask. I barked in a dry, commanding tone:

"Come in."

The door swung open, and Julie stepped into the room with steady, defiant strides. This time, she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans paired with a thick, high-collared blue wool sweater that covered every single inch of her neck. I stared at her, a dark resentment curling in my gut alongside a fierce, desperate urge to tame her blatant rebellion once and for all.

"Come closer," I commanded, my voice gravelly and absolute.

She took a few steps forward, stopping just before the edge of my mahogany desk. Her green eyes flashed with raw, unyielding defiance as she spoke in a breathless, daring tone:

"Look, Robert, I am not putting up with your sick little game for another—"

I didn’t let her finish. I brought my palm down onto the surface of the desk with a deafening crack that echoed like a gunshot through the room. Locking my dark, burning gaze onto hers with lethal intensity, I cut her off with a low, menacing roar:

"You will never call me Robert again. Do you understand me?! From this moment on, you will address me as ’Sir’... and only ’Sir.’ Is that clear, Julie?"

Julie’s green eyes widened in absolute shock and bewilderment for a few long seconds before her lips twisted into her signature cutting, mocking sneer. The words tore from her throat in a sharp, defiant burst, her posture instantly straightening with unyielding pride:

"’Sir’?! Have you completely lost your godforsaken mind, Robert?! I will absolutely never call you by that wretched title, not even if the heavens collapse onto the earth!"

I stepped out from behind the heavy mahogany desk, my strides slow, heavy, and deliberate. The sheer weight of my imposing frame closed in on her like a silent threat until I loomed over her completely. I leaned my torso down slightly toward her face, my hands remaining securely tucked into my pockets, and locked my burning, ruthless pupils into hers. Her frantic, erratic breath fanned against my jaw as I rasped in a low, terrifying hiss:

"You will do it... and you will do it regardless of your pathetic pride, Julie. Your precious brother Steve’s very life hangs entirely on the word that leaves your lips right now. Go on " I tilted my chin down an inch, narrowing my eyes. " show me your wretched stubbornness, for heaven’s sake, so I can see exactly how much his body can endure in return!"

Her features shuddered violently, the sharp color instantly draining from her cheeks. I caught the unmistakable flash of raw defeat and terror welling deep within her green eyes. She clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned stark white with burning venom. She looked as though she were swallowing lethal poison, her jaw moving with painful slowness as she forced herself to look away from me. Finally, she spoke in a hoarse, breathless voice entirely drained of energy:

"Fine... Sir."

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