My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: 94/Teach me how to fight

Chapter 94:

Julie’s Point of View

Suddenly, I felt a coarse hand clamp onto my arm and pull me with a swift force into the room before the door slammed shut behind me with a muffled creak.

I retreated until my back hit the solid wood, panting in terror, only to find myself face-to-face with the same guard. He was bare-chested, his lean, muscular abs clearly defined under the room’s dim light.

The space was cramped, containing nothing but a simple bed, a small television, and a worn-out wooden wardrobe.

He fixed his sharp gaze on me and asked in a dry tone:

"What are you doing here?"

I swallowed hard and tried to straighten my shirt with trembling hands, saying:

"I just wanted to see what was here."

He exhaled with annoyance and looked away:

"Fine... your curiosity is starting to become terrifying."

I whispered while trying to calm my heartbeat:

"Thank you for saving me."

He turned to me suddenly, taking a step that made me shrink into myself, and said in a low voice:

"Now, tell me the truth."

I knitted my brows and asked warily:

"What truth?"

He tilted his head slightly and said sarcastically:

"Do you think I believed that Mr. Robert hit you?"

My eyes widened in shock and I said:

"You helped me... that means you believed me!"

A short, cynical laugh escaped him, and a mocking smile formed on his lips:

"Really? Kissing Mr. Robert’s foot? That specific part needed more polishing in your lie."

I tightened my grip and said defensively:

"Why? He’s a savage, and anything is possible with him!"

He shook his head in disagreement and said with sudden seriousness:

"Yes, but he doesn’t hit women... even our first rule as guards is to never touch the women here at all."

I laughed bitterly and waved my hand:

"Nonsense! A guard hit me in the face on my first day here."

His expression changed, and he laughed with a strange tone, saying:

"Oh... so you were the one that scoundrel hit?"

I said, pointing to my cheek which still remembered the pain:

"Yes, and that explains that all the rules here are just a trick."

He approached further, his voice dropping to a hiss:

"Robert broke the hand he hit you with."

My composure shattered from the shock, and I opened my mouth in helpless amazement:

"What?"

He continued with a coldness that terrified my soul:

"And the guard Ron flogged him here in front of us all... then tied him up in the gym until he died."

I couldn’t process what I heard; I felt my knees betraying me as if the earth were swaying.

I took a step back until the back of my leg touched the edge of the bed, and said with a stutter and a cracked voice:

He shrugged with indifference and said in a provocative tone:

"Fine, then get used to the taste of being hit, because you’ll be receiving a lot from her in the future."

A spark of anger ignited in my eyes, and I rose from the bed with a body charged with the desire for revenge:

"If only I had her strength... that whore is much stronger than me."

Suddenly, I stopped moving and a crazy idea flashed in my head; I looked at his muscular arms and said with an excitement that made my pulse race:

"Since you are a guard... you know how to fight, don’t you?"

He looked at me in confusion and knitted his brows:

"Yes, of course."

I took a step toward him, the glint of challenge shining in my eyes:

"Teach me... teach me how to fight!"

A resounding laugh erupted from his chest, shaking the small room, and he wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye while saying:

"Oh... you are truly funny!"

My body stiffened and I felt the blood boiling in my veins, so I shouted sharply while clenching my fists:

"There is nothing funny about what I said! I just want to defend myself."

He stopped laughing and looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze, scanning my body from head to toe, then said sarcastically:

"Do you think you’re in a movie? Look at yourself, fighting requires build and strength, and you need a lot."

I took a step toward him and raised my chin in defiance:

"Try me and you’ll see that I learn fast."

The features of mockery retreated and were replaced by concern, so he shook his head in flat refusal:

"No... I won’t do this. It’s very dangerous, and Mr. Robert will cut off my head if he finds out."