My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 427

Julie’s POV

I spun on him, rage boiling in my chest like a torrent while my whole body trembled violently under the weight of the warm blood splattering my face and neck.

I screamed at him, my voice tearing through my throat:

”You bastard!... What if your hand had slipped and you shot me?!”

He slid his gun back into the holster beneath his jacket with measured slowness. His steel features remained frozen, unblinking, before he drawled with dry, suffocating coldness:

”I’d bury you. It’s a very ordinary thing for me.”

My pupils dilated in utter shock. I stared at the guard’s corpse sprawling at my feet, my voice raw with agony:

”And what did this poor man do to you for you to slaughter him so brutally?!”

He cast a glance at the dark stain blooming across the marble floorboards, then lifted his eyes to meet mine, uttering with absolute finality:

”He died because of you.”

My eyes widened in indignation. I fought to catch my ragged breath, my voice rising: ”Me?! How on earth am I to blame?!”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my hands still suspended mid-air. ”You know exact reason why, Julie,” he hissed softly.

I lifted my trembling hand, wiping the blood from my cheek with the back of my palm, smearing the burning red liquid across my skin. At that exact second, the scattered threads in my mind began linking together with dizzying speed...

If he pulled the trigger and stole this man’s life simply because I was about to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him... and if he was the one who fucked me and didn’t leave me to a stranger, is it possible that everything I built in my head was a complete lie? Could that cursed phone call I overheard four years ago have been nothing more than a fatal misunderstanding?

I took a step back, locking my tear-filled eyes deep into his icy gaze, my voice trembling with desperate hope:

”You can’t stand me getting near anyone else... You can’t bear the thought of another living creature touching me. Does this mean you never actually intended to sell me to another man?!”

The muscles in his jaw locked tight, his fists clenching at his sides until his knuckles turned bone-white. ”What are you talking about?” he barked out in sharp contempt. ”What kind of utter nonsense are you spewing?!”

I stepped closer, closing the distance until I nearly touched his chest. ”Robert... please, tell me the truth! If you really didn’t sell me, it means everything I understood over all these years was just a horrific mistake!”

A cruel, arrogant sneer twisted his lips. He raised his brows with cold detachment. ”I didn’t let you near that damned guard because he hadn’t paid your price yet... So stop imagining grand illusions and building heroic fantasies inside your little head.”

My heart skipped a beat. ”Are you still insisting you weren’t the man who fucked me in that room?” I whispered with a shaking voice.

He spat out his response, challenging every single fiber of my soul: ”Yes... It wasn’t me.”

I drew a sharp, audible breath, feeling the bitter sting gather in my throat. ”So...” I began, my tone laced with a broken defiance, ”...you are telling me right now that you would let anyone who buys my night touch this body?”

He locked his eyes into mine without a single blink, uttering with terrifying clarity: ”Yes... Exactly.”

A cold shudder ran down my spine. ”How much am I worth to you, Robert?” I asked in a faint voice.

His eyes scanned my disheveled state and the blood coating me from top to bottom, before he replied in a purely commercial, emotionless tone:

”A million dollars.”

I gasped in utter disbelief. ”A million dollars... for a single night?!”

”Yes,” he replied with absolute audacity.

The color drained from my face. I searched the depths of his dark eyes, trying to pierce through his mask. ”Which means... you aren’t jealous over me at all?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a venomous whisper: ”I will never be jealous over you, Julie... Not now, and not ever.”

Suddenly... a deep male voice echoed from the end of the corridor, shattering the hellish silence. Carlos approached with slow, hesitant steps, asking in bewilderment:

”What the fuck is going on here?!”

I spun around toward Carlos immediately. In that exact fraction of a second, a reckless, dark impulse flared to life deep within me a desperate urge to crush that steel composure and split his cursed pride in two!

Ignoring Robert entirely, I marched toward Carlos with resolute steps. Extending my blood-stained palm, I seized his hand tightly right before their eyes.

I raised my head, locking my gaze into Carlos’s bewildered eyes, my voice ringing out clear, loud, and unshakeable:

”Can you buy me, Carlos?”

Carlos froze in place, utterly stunned. His pupils dilated in complete confusion as he looked at my hand gripping his, taking in the bloody carnage around us. I cut my eyes sideways toward Robert...

A horrific stillness had taken over Robert’s face. His features turned as solid as granite, the blood draining completely from his lips while his chest hollowed with a suffocating breath—as if time itself had ground to a halt at this precise moment.

Carlos stammered, his eyes darting frantically between me and Robert: ”What?! Buy you?.. What on earth does that mean, Julie?!”

A broken, defiant smile touched my lips, and my voice shook the very foundation of the hallway:

”A million dollars for one night with me... That is the price Robert set for me!”

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Robert’s POV

The living fluid inside my veins frozen solid. Julie’s loud, ringing voice transformed into a razor-sharp blade plunging straight into the center of my chest.

They were standing just a few paces away from me. Her blood-stained palm gripped Carlos’s forearm tightly, her tear-filled eyes aiming a poisoned look of plea straight at his face, while her lips parted to spill that cursed number as if offering a commodity in a cheap auction house.

A silence heavier than mountains enveloped the corridor a suffocating quiet foretelling an imminent bloodbath about to erupt.

The muscle in my left jaw locked so violently the bones beneath my skin nearly cracked. I slid my hands out of my trouser pockets with terrifying slowness, drawing myself up to my full imposing height as I crossed every visible boundary of rage.

My blood turned to ice as I watched her blood-soaked hand wrapped so tightly around Carlos’s.

Carlos shifted his gaze with blatant panic between the guard’s corpse sprawling at our feet and the crimson liquid coating Julie’s skin. Slowly, he yanked his hand back as if touching hot embers, stammering out in utter shock:

”Do you have a fever, Julie?”

Julie tilted her chin up with lethal pride, locking her eyes into his with a coldness that shook the hallway. ”No...” she stated, her tone flat as stone. ”...I am dead serious.”

Carlos’s pupils dilated in absolute disbelief. He spun around toward me. My features had locked into rigid granite, pure fury radiating from the depths of my eyes.

”Robert...” Carlos stammered out, his voice shaking as he tried to decipher this madness. ”...Are you actually selling her?!”

Before my tongue could utter a single word, Julie’s voice sliced through the empty space, thick with defiance. She took a step closer to Carlos:

”Yes... He did! I want you to pay a million dollars...” She leaned toward him slightly, her voice rising. ”...I know it’s a huge amount, but I know you’d do this for me, wouldn’t you?”

In that exact fraction of a second... whatever was left of my sanity shattered completely.

(For you?! You are begging him to pay a million dollars to fuck your body for you, Julie?!).

Carlos shook his head in absolute disbelief. His wide eyes darted back and forth between me and the crimson liquid coating her cheeks, his voice trembling with sheer shock:

”I really don’t believe this... Is Robert actually selling you?”

I clamped my jaw tight, my teeth grinding so hard the bones nearly shattered beneath my skin. I pinned him with an icy glare, uttering with cold, unyielding finality:

”You’re not on the clients list, Carlos.”

Julie spun toward me, lifting her chin in sickly defiance, her voice flaring up:

”And why shouldn’t he be?!”

I surged toward her, taking a single menacing step that cut off the air between us. Leaning down until my hot breath brushed against her skin, I hissed in a deadly whisper:

”You don’t get to choose the clients, Julie.”

At that exact split second, Carlos stepped forward. He squared his shoulders in a deliberate provocation, his tone laced with open defiance:

”If you’re putting her up for sale... then I’m buying her!”

The blood ran cold in my veins. My hands clamped into fists at my sides until my knuckles turned bone-white. I issued a low, subterranean warning from the absolute depths of my chest:

”Carlos... do not step into this.”

He didn’t back down an inch. Instead, he locked his eyes into mine with an uncharacteristic steel. ”You know damn well, Robert, that I always kept my distance from Julie because she only wanted you.”

I slashed my free hand through the air, pure fury shooting from my eyes as I roared:

”Carlos!.. Don’t bring these things up right now!”

Carlos arched his brows, his determination reaching sky-high. ”Yes, I will! And since she doesn’t want you anymore, what the hell is the problem?!”