My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 93/The Underworld Threshold

Chapter 93:

Julie’s Point of View

I looked at Axel, who was sitting before me; his wide black eyes followed every move I made, as if I were a prey under surveillance.

Now, with us alone in the room, terror began to seep into my limbs in the form of a cold shiver; I realized then that Robert’s presence by my side had granted me a false stability that vanished as soon as the door closed.

I stood up very slowly, neutralizing my movements to avoid catching his attention, and walked toward the bathroom with steps that were almost fading.

Once inside, I closed the door and leaned my back against it, placing my palm over my heart, which was clearly pounding under my shirt.

I breathed deeply and spoke to myself in a shaky voice:

"Calm down, Julie... this dog is harmless."

I tightened my grip on the edge of the sink until my knuckles turned white, trying to expel the image of the dog that tore my sweater two years ago from my imagination; yes, not all dogs are the same.

After a while, I opened the door slowly and stepped out with my head slightly raised.

I found him still sitting in his place, watching me quietly.

I said in a tone I tried to make commanding:

"Fine, Axel... sit there while I read my book."

He seemed suspiciously calm, so I walked toward the desk and sat cautiously, then picked up the book I was reading with fingers that were still trembling slightly.

I tried to focus on the words, but my eyes kept straying toward the clock hanging above the bed; an hour and a half remained until my appointment with that guard in the kitchen.

When the time came, I stood up with a stiff body and pressed the power button on the television.

I turned up the volume on a cartoon channel and said, pointing my finger toward the screen:

"Axel... watch the TV, I’ll be back in a bit."

I watched him fix his gaze with a strange focus on the screen, so I seized the opportunity and took a red velvet box containing the diamond necklace that sparkled with a gaze-snatching glow.

I tucked the box under my shirt, feeling its cold texture and the hardness of its edges against my skin, then slipped out of the room.

I walked with steps as light as a cat in the corridor, turning right and left with an alert body, until I reached the kitchen door and opened it quietly.

The place was completely empty, and silence weighed upon its corners.

I stood in the middle, clasping my fingers together nervously and whispered:

"Am I early or late?"

Suddenly, the massive refrigerator vibrated with a faint metallic creak and moved from its place.

My eyes widened in shock and I took a step back when that guard appeared from behind it; there was a secret door behind it, perfectly concealed.

I said, pointing with a trembling hand:

"Is this a secret door?"

He shot me a cold look as he adjusted his stance and said:

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