My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49: 50/The War Began

Chapter Forty ninth:

Julie’s point of view

I stared at Robert, trying to read any expression behind his features, but as usual, he maintained his customary coldness that provoked my dignity. He said in a calm, steady voice:

"He is just a waiter."

I took a step back and replied in total disbelief and without realization:

"What are you saying?!"

Then I followed it with a cry of oppression:

"Is this how you punish me?"

He looked at me with unshakeable coldness and said:

"It’s not a punishment... it’s just a result of your actions."

I jolted upright, sparks flying from my eyes, and screamed with a rage that shook the corners of the office:

"I almost became a killer today because of you! Do you realize the ugliness of what you’ve done?"

With utter coldness, he took out his damn cigarette and lit it, then puffed the smoke slowly and said:

"I didn’t tell you to shatter the man’s head."

Carlos intervened, trying to contain the exploding situation, and said in a calm tone:

"Calm down... the man didn’t die, and you didn’t kill anyone. Forget the matter and it’s over."

But my fires were not to be extinguished by cold words of pacification. I approached Carlos where he sat, and said to him bitterly while pointing at Robert:

"This idiot made me live a real nightmare today!"

Carlos’s features suddenly changed; perhaps because he wasn’t used to hearing anyone dare to describe Robert this way in front of him.

As for Robert, his hoarse voice emerged from behind his cigarette smoke, asking in a tone that maintained its calmness, yet suppressed rage was boiling between his letters:

"What did you say?"

I didn’t back down; instead, I stepped toward him with steady strides until I was right in front of him.

I placed my hands on his luxurious desk, leaned in slightly to face his eyes directly, and said to him with all the malice I possessed:

"You are stupid, vile, cursed, indifferent, cruel, and unbearable... even the air vanishes and suffocates in your presence!"

I realized perfectly that the words I hurled in his face were suicidal, but at that moment, there was no place for reason; my consciousness was completely eclipsed under the weight of a wild rage that took over my being.

Just minutes ago, I was staggering under the weight of a terrifying certainty that I had taken a life, and that I had become a killer because of his ridiculous theatrical play that almost turned into a real tragedy.

Robert remained seated on his "throne," not a hair of him shaking, and he showed no physical reaction, but his stillness carried a terrifying noise a silence that precedes the storms that leave nothing behind.

Carlos broke the barrier of this heavy silence and said in a warning tone:

"Julie... you are crossing your boundaries now."

I turned to him, sparks flying from my eyes; this was exactly what I was missing this damn friend defending his companion! I replied to him with a scream filled with oppression:

"Boundaries? Hah! The boundaries were crossed by your friend sitting in front of you when he brought me a stranger to simply tell me that he bought me!"

Here, Robert finally spoke, and in a tone as cold as a razor blade, he said:

"A real man will come to buy you, Julie... just be patient."

Then, I felt the volcanoes in my chest explode, casting their lava onto my tongue, and I said in a sharp, decisive voice like an omen of doom:

"I will kill him! I swear to you... I will kill him too!"

I saw a ghost of a cold smile forming on his mouth, then he signaled with his hand in a theatrical gesture toward Carlos and said:

"He is in front of you... kill him."

I turned toward Carlos and saw signs of bewilderment had frozen his features. I felt a massive disorientation; did he mean that Carlos is the real customer? Had he been planning all this time to sell me to his friend? I asked Carlos in confusion dominated by terror:

"What does he mean?"

Carlos smiled tensely, looking at Robert as if trying to grasp if this was another joke, and said:

"Robert, my friend... do you want to act for her again that I want to buy Julie?"

I shifted my gaze to Robert, who still held that provocative smile, and he replied with a decisive question:

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