My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: 43/Shadows of Truth

Chapter 43

Robert’s Point of View

We were sitting in the office, a heavy silence enveloping the place. It wasn’t an ordinary silence; it was the silence of two men who couldn’t believe their pride had just been shattered at the hands of an eighteen year old girl.

She had kicked us out with a coldness as if we were merely her servants.

Carlos finally spoke, his voice carrying a tone I had never known in him before:

"Robert... this girl makes me feel alive. And as much as I admire her intelligence, I equally want to cut her head off."

I laughed sarcastically at his contradictory words and said:

"Carlos, don’t tell me this girl has finally managed to play with your mind."

His features changed instantly, and his expression tightened as if I had insulted him:

"No one plays with my mind, Robert... I am Carlos Mendoza. She simply fascinates me with her rebellion and her sharp tongue."

I looked at him seriously and added:

"But she provokes you, Carlos, and she hits you where it hurts with the subject of age every time. You were on the verge of committing a crime back there if I hadn’t intervened at the right time."

I saw him recalling the tape of the confrontation in his mind, then he said, sighing:

"You know I can’t control my nerves, Robert... and I always envy you for your damn coldness."

I leaned back in my luxurious leather chair and said calmly:

"Everyone has different temperaments, but you must learn how to control your fires, my friend."

He replied, tightening his grip on his golden cane:

"Tomorrow, I will come to see her again."

I felt a prick of annoyance, and responded with firm speed:

"No, Carlos... I told you, you must let me break her in alone. You cannot handle her while she is this wild."

His face twisted in mockery, and his eyebrows rose in defiance:

"Are you forbidding me from seeing her, Robert?"

"I’m not forbidding you..."

I said, trying to soften my tone,

"but you know the consequences of entering her room. She will continue to provoke you, and you won’t endure it, and I don’t want things to end in a disaster in my club."

He replied seriously, fixing his gaze into my eyes:

"I will come tomorrow, Robert... and don’t worry, I won’t succumb to her provocations again."

His persistence was fueling my suppressed anger. I don’t want Carlos to get near her, and I cannot trust him alone with her; Carlos is a man who kills to find peace, and he has no problem ending Julie’s life if she scratches his pride once more.

I said in a final attempt to steer him away:

"Are you leaving all those girls who are waiting for a signal from you to have sex, and preferring to enter Julie’s room, who does nothing but insult you?"

He placed his hand on his jaw, a strange glint appearing in his eyes, and said:

"She has something special, Robert... her intelligence, her unexpected responses, and how she rebelled on stage in front of everyone like that... all of this makes me relish watching her. She is a ’challenge’ I haven’t faced in a long time."

I laughed sarcastically as I exhaled my cigar smoke, trying to hide my tension behind my usual mask of coldness:

"My friend Carlos... this girl represents strength only, but from the inside, she is fragile and will break quickly. Just give me a little time."

Carlos looked at me with a piercing gaze, the look of a man who knows me more than I know myself, and said mockingly:

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