My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 119:

Robert’s Point of View

I drained what remained of the whiskey in the glass in one gulp, and felt the liquid burning my throat, but it failed to extinguish the fires that Julie had ignited in my veins.

I remembered the moment I pulled her to rest on my lap; her small body was radiating a heat that burned my skin despite the clothes.

Her scent... that scent that resembles the effect of ”marijuana,” numbs my logic and completely seizes my senses.

She was in my hands, at my beck and call, but the lump of blame was choking me; I blamed myself a lot because I had kissed her in that violent way before, for it is not of my character to take something by force, especially from her.

But patience was running out; her proximity to me has become a daily test that I cannot endure.

I can no longer bear her presence beside me without touching her, without kissing her, without making her mine with all my being.

Her presence on my lap was a suicidal gamble; I felt a shiver of fear of myself, fear that I might lose the last shred of control and go too far down a slope from which there is no return.

When my cock became powerfully erect beneath her, I tried to hide the matter with all the composure I possessed, but her touch... that spontaneous touch that landed over it, was like a thunderbolt that struck my spine and shook my being.

At that moment, I made my decision; I loosened my steel grip on her immediately. I allowed her to flee; in fact, I wished for her to move away, because the desire I was trying to bury under the rubble of my coldness had been completely exposed by that touch.

Did she feel my erection? Did she realize the extent of the influence she holds over me?

I rose from my place with heavy steps trying to regain my physical balance, and looked at Axel lying peacefully on the floor.

I said in a hoarse voice affected by whiskey and desire: ”Axel... let’s go. You must return to Julie.”

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Julie’s Point of View

I jumped up from the bed and took a step back while Marcus advanced into the room with confident steps. He said in a decisive tone: ”Julie... that woman is not your mother.”

I froze in place, and felt a coldness coursing through my limbs: ”How is she not my mother? Do you know my mother better than I do?”

”I went to her house and confirmed it myself,” he answered while watching my reaction accurately.

I mocked him, feeling a lump in my throat: ”Surely she lied to you... was my father there?”

”Yes... but it’s not her.”

”Then who is she? A vampire or a ghost?” I asked him while feeling dizzy.

”She is your maternal aunt.”

I burst out laughing loudly, a bitter hysterical laugh:

”She lied to you, Marcus! I don’t even have an aunt to begin with!”

”Yes, you do... but she told me that you don’t know of her existence.”

I curled my lips mockingly: ”And does my alleged aunt resemble my mother as if she were a copy of her?”

”Yes... because she is her twin,” he said with a coldness that silenced my tongue.

I shook my head in categorical rejection: ”Marcus, she is definitely deceiving you.”

”No, Julie... (Violet) has a distinctive mark on the back of her neck, but your mother does not have it.”

The words fell on me like rocks; I felt a trembling in my hands as I tried to comprehend the amount of secrets hidden behind the walls of my old home.

I asked him in a shaky voice: ”And where is Violet? Did she tell you?”

He exhaled in frustration:

”Unfortunately, she doesn’t know... she hasn’t seen her for eighteen years.”

A heavy silence prevailed in the room, in which I heard nothing but my turbulent heartbeats. Marcus broke the silence asking curiously while scanning the room: ”And you... why are you still here?”

”Because my father sold me to Robert,” I said with a lump that almost choked me.

His eyes widened in bewilderment: ”What?! But you roam the club freely... how is this possible?”

”I got a promotion... I became Robert’s personal assistant.”

He raised his eyebrow in clear wonder: ”Robert appointed you his personal assistant? Truly strange!”

”Yes... don’t be surprised,” I answered him with a coldness through which I tried to hide my exhaustion.

”Fine... I just wanted to tell you that she is not your mother so you can be reassured.”

I smiled bitterly, feeling a weight in my chest: ”Don’t worry... this subject no longer interests me, but thank you for thinking of me.”

Marcus stepped forward and placed his hand lightly on my shoulder: ”No need to thank me.” Then he scrutinized my face seriously and said: ”Julie... can you lift your hair a little?”

I moved my head back in surprise: ”What?”

”I just want to see something... I mean, if you resemble your aunt in that mark.”

I hesitated for seconds, but my curiosity overcame my fear. I turned my back to him and lifted the scattered strands of my hair with both hands to reveal my neck.

I asked him while trying to steady my hands: ”Is there something?”

He didn’t answer, but I suddenly felt his cold fingertips touch the sensitive skin of my neck, and a current of shivers ran through my body from them.

At that exact moment, the door opened with a silent violence.

I jumped frantically and brought my hair down quickly as it fell over my shoulders like a curtain, and I pulled my body away from Marcus in the blink of an eye.

Marcus’s fingers remained suspended in the air for a moment before he lowered them slowly.

We turned together toward the door. Robert was standing there like a statue of black rock; his eyes were burning with a fire I had never seen before, and his body was so rigid that I felt the room had become too narrow for his angry breath.

He was looking at the place where Marcus’s hand had been seconds ago, as if he intended to incinerate it.

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Robert’s Point of View

My jaw muscles stiffened until my teeth almost shattered; the sight before me was burning my nerves.

I saw his fingers defiling her neck, and I saw her... still, submissive, giving him the permission she had denied me.

I moved toward him with steps that shook the room, while he said with a coldness that provoked my demon: ”Hello, Mr. Robert... how are you?”

I didn’t answer him with a word. I released my fist in a swift movement driven by all my weight, to land in the middle of his face.

Marcus fell to the ground with a resounding thud, and Julie gasped as she put her hand over her mouth: ”What are you doing?!”

I glanced at him with a look that despised him as he wiped the blood from his lips, and I said in a voice that came from the depths of my chest: ”Come on... get up.”

As soon as he straightened up, I caught him with a second punch that knocked him down again.

My fingers cramped as I prepared the next punch: ”Come on... get up and face me like a male!”

Before I could reach him, Julie rushed to stand as a barrier between him and me, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

I squeezed my fist and said warningly: ”Move away, Julie.”

She ignored me and turned toward the reeling Marcus: ”Go, Marcus... now!”

”He’s not going anywhere!” I roared sharply, and took an additional step: ”I will hold him accountable first for entering a room whose door handle he didn’t have permission to touch.”

Marcus replied while trying to regain his balance: ”I didn’t mean that... I had an urgent matter to discuss with Julie.”

”You cannot discuss anything with her without permission from me!”

Julie said in a desperate attempt to calm the storm: ”Fine... let’s forget the matter, let him leave.”

Marcus moved a few steps toward the exit, and I was on the verge of pouncing on him again if not for the feeling of the coldness of her hand as it clamped onto my tensed wrist.

I froze in my place; her touch was like a fever, running through my body to hobble my movement with a strange force.

I watched Marcus as he disappeared behind the door, then I turned to her.

She looked at me with eyes burning with defiance: ”Enough violence... don’t you get tired of it?” She pulled her hand away suddenly as if she had touched an ember, and continued: ”He didn’t do anything; he only came to tell me that the woman my father loves is not my mother.”

I narrowed my eyes and asked her mockingly: ”And did he tell you that by touching your neck? Is this a new sign language?”

She became flustered and began rubbing her hands together: ”He was... he was... fine, I don’t know why he did that.”

”I will kill him,” I said while feeling the blood boiling in my head.

”No! He didn’t mean it,” she shouted defensively, then she started telling me about the twin aunt and the distinctive mark.

I immediately remembered that night she sang; how she lifted her hair and a small brown mole (a beauty mark) appeared on her neck as if it were a royal sign.

I said with muffled rage: ”And why do you follow his request and lift your hair for him?”

She replied passionately: ”I was curious to know if I possessed something similar!” Then she stepped toward me boldly: ”Listen to me well... if you are thinking of preventing me from talking to others, this is rejected... you cannot control me like this!”

I looked at her chest, which was trembling with emotion, and wondered bitterly: Is she really planning to try another man? One thought of that kind was enough to make the world burn around me.

I said dryly, trying to escape her eyes: ”Take care of Axel... I’m going now.”

I walked out of the room with sparks flying from my gaze, and in the hallway, Olivia blocked my way with her usual arrogant posture.

She said in a mysterious tone: ”Mr. Robert... I want to ask you regarding Julie.”