My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: 6/Strawberry Cake

Chapter Six:

Julie’s Point of View

I heard the sound of the door opening; it pulled me out from the middle of the party I was in.

I opened my eyes and saw a woman in her forties wearing a cook’s uniform, starting to drag a food trolley that wasn’t moving well amidst all that glass.

I smiled like a madwoman, for fate is playing a very wicked game with me, choosing to bring the food I was deprived of in my memories.

Two guards followed behind her, gathering the chaos, but I don’t think this room will ever return to the way it was.

The woman left the trolley and walked out, and the two guards busied themselves with collecting the mess, both ignoring my existence as if I did not exist.

I was watching the open door before me, and although I couldn’t escape even if I passed it, my head was whispering to me to go out.

I stood up quietly, my eyes on the door, but for some reason, I glanced at the food trolley; there were dishes that looked very delicious, but what was this? "It’s the strawberry cake I love!"

I headed to the trolley and dragged it next to the bed. I sat down and began to eat; I didn’t touch the appetizers or the main course, I just started devouring the pieces of cake one by one.

Its taste did not resemble strawberries; for while I ate it as a child in a pink prison, I am eating it now inside a golden, ornate prison.

I was devouring it greedily, so it stained my shirt which, due to a twist of fate, was also pink.

I didn’t feel afraid this time and I didn’t tremble; there wasn’t a person threatening my life if I stained my shirt, but there was someone who wanted to sell me to a customer offering money for my body.

I looked at the closet filled with bright dresses and laughed, saying to myself:

"Julie, the pink dress wasn’t for you, and these dresses are for you while your body is what you’ve lost."

The two guards were busy collecting the glass and debris, and my cake was finished, granting me a strange energy.

I rose quietly from the bed and walked with steady steps toward the door, finding myself in the hallway.

The guards finally noticed me, and I felt their rapid footsteps over the glass, but for some reason, I didn’t run outside; I ran down the hallway with all my speed and climbed the stairs as if I were flying, and I opened the large door where Robert sat behind his desk.

The guards stopped at the door as if entering would make their bodies vanish into thin air, while Robert—who was reading papers, perhaps sales contracts or electricity bills... damn, this place is full of lamps, the bill will surely be expensive!

Robert raised his head to see me standing in the middle of his office; I bet he is now regretting buying me—if I had been offered for free, why would he take me?

He broke the dead silence and said in his hoarse voice:

"I think you’re going to make me kill all my guards, Julie."

Terror welled up inside me, for this man doesn’t just trade in humans, he is ready to take souls as well. I said to him:

"And is there a life here to kill?"

A silence heavier than before prevailed. I saw his jaw move as if he were grinding words he hadn’t spoken yet.

He put the pen down from his hand very slowly, looking at the strawberry stain on my shirt, then into my eyes which challenged him for the first time.

He leaned his body forward, resting his elbows on the luxurious desk, and said in a calm tone that carried lethal poison:

"Life here is a luxury, Julie, and death... death is the only punishment these failures behind you understand."

He pointed his index finger toward the two guards without turning to face them, and I heard the sound of their feet retreating and their armor hitting the door.

I said to him as I moved a little closer to his desk:

"Is the strawberry cake a coincidence, or was it part of the list for measuring clothes and shoes?"

He smiled as he leaned back into the chair and said:

"Did you escape your room just for this?"

I answered him as I drew closer until my body pressed against his desk and said:

"Actually, I felt bored; I wanted to take a little stroll."

He looked at me with those same features where nothing changed, but I felt that what he showed was the opposite of what was inside him, and he said:

"Very well then, you’ve finished your stroll, go back to your room now."

I shook my head in refusal and said:

"Not yet, the ceiling of my room makes me feel suffocated, and you certainly don’t want a corpse after you spent a great deal of money for me."

I turned to the guards who were like fallen, yellowed tree leaves on the ground and said:

"You can go now to finish cleaning the room, and make sure to collect the glass well; I don’t want to cut myself while walking."

Astonishment was painted on their faces and they remained standing in their places without moving.

I turned to Robert, who was smiling, and then he said:

"Didn’t you hear? Go now."

Robert looked at me with his smile still visible and said:

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