My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: 63/The Door to the Abyss

Chapter 63:

Julie’s Point of View

Suddenly, a short man stood over me, his white apron bulging in front of his stomach and a chef’s hat crowning his head.

He shouted in my face with a rage that made me startle:

"What are you doing here? Get up and start distributing the plates!"

I said with difficulty, my breath not yet stilled:

"Mr... Mr. Robert told me to stay here and not go out."

With a flushed face, he threw his dirty cloth at my face, hitting me with a nauseating scent of sweat and spices, and barked sarcastically:

"What did you do, you idiot, to make him this angry?"

Fire ignited in my veins, and my fingers reached out to grip the handle of a heavy iron pot beside me;

I felt its coldness and solidity, and I prepared to lift it and smash his head with it,

but he turned and walked away before I lost control.

I slowly loosened my grip, settling in my place while staring into the void,

realizing with bitterness the disaster I had gotten myself into; I had stained my hands for a survival that might never come.

The hours passed heavy as if they were aeons,

and my head felt as if it were about to explode from the noise of crowded thoughts beneath my skull.

I was sitting on that cold floor, listening to the noise outside gradually fade until the last notes of music vanished,

replaced by a silence that sent shivers through the body.

Suddenly, a massive shadow stretched across the tiles before me;

I didn’t need to raise my head to know who it was the cold scent of his perfume and the steady thud of his footsteps were enough to identify him.

I stood up with a body whose limbs had stiffened from the long sitting, and found him standing before me,

staring, clutching his mobile phone as if he held my entire fate between his fingers.

He said in a low tone that shook the silence of the place:

"Now... the call will come that will determine if you have succeeded, or if the night will end with a different conclusion."

As soon as he finished his sentence, the sharp ringing of the phone pierced the kitchen’s silence;

I flinched in my place, feeling my heart take a violent leap until I could almost hear its sound in my ears.

Robert raised the phone very slowly, pressed the answer button, and placed it to his ear without uttering a single word.

His eyes were fixed on me, watching the terror of my features with a chilling coldness.

Seconds of lethal silence passed, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth began to rise slowly,

a devious smile forming on his face, deep in its malice.

He looked at me with a gaze that made the blood freeze in my veins; he had gotten what he wanted.

The kitchen was emptied of its noise, and nothing remained but the faint hum of the machines and the echo of my agitated breath.

I stared at that malicious smile that split Robert’s face before he spoke words that fell upon me like a thunderbolt:

"You succeeded, Julie."

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