My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: 413/Robert’s Ruthless Law

Chapter 413

Julie’s point of view

I froze instantly, a cold shock paralyzing my chest. *Could that monster really have gone and bragged to him about every detail, despite all the rejections and insults I threw in his face?!*

I dragged together the scattered pieces of my composure, forcing my tear-filled eyes to lock onto his pitch-black gaze.

"And are you fucking happy about it?!" I asked, my chest heaving against the mattress. "Does that satisfy you?!"

He kept his hard, unyielding glare locked on my pale face, his voice flat and completely devoid of warmth:

"What truly satisfies me, Julie... is watching you transform into a professional whore."

"That will never fucking happen!" I yelled back, my chin held high despite my ruin. "Never! Do you hear me?!"

Only then did the harsh reality strike me I was lying completely naked before him. My skin flushed with a sudden, agonizing wave of embarrassment. I instinctively curled my knees inward, trying to cover myself as best as I could with my bound limbs.

"Untie me right fucking now," I demanded through gritted teeth.

A cruel, twisted smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as his eyes raked over my bound frame. "Did he really tie you up like an animal?"

A sharp, infuriating laugh burst from his chest, shaking his shoulders. "Did you play the role of a obedient little pet for him, Julie? For God’s sake..."

Before the laugh could even leave his mouth, I gathered every last drop of rage burning inside my gut and spat straight into the middle of his face!

His laughter cut off in a split second.

With agonizing slowness, he reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a silk handkerchief, and wiped his cheek with deadpan composure. His dark eyes flickered toward me, his voice dangerously quiet:

"Did you just spit on me?"

A trembling, mocking smile spread across my own bruised lips. I leaned my head back against the headboard, staring him down:

"What’s the matter?" I asked, my voice dripping with bitter sarcasm. "Did I hurt your precious fucking pride?! You remember damn well that I’ve spat on you before... don’t you?"

His jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a low rumble that dripped with a dark promise:

"This rebellion of yours will only make your torment so much worse, Julie."

A poisonous smile spread slowly across his lips as he added, "And the torment of your brother, Steve, as well."

I recoiled in horror, a gasp of pure terror tearing from my throat:

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