My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 107 - 108/Contaminated

Chapter 108:

Julie’s Point of View

I raised my eyelids slowly, as if weights were hanging from them.

The first thing my sight met was Robert; he was sitting beside me on the edge of the bed in his elegant brown suit, exuding a calmness that did not match the chaos inside me.

I startled and sat up tensely, feeling the mattress sink under my sudden movement.

He asked me in a low tone that pierced the silence of the room:

"What were you doing in my room, Julie?"

My tongue froze inside my throat, and automatically, my gaze drifted toward his waist.

Immediately, my memory retrieved the scene of his completely naked body minutes ago; the image of that massive dick that shocked my senses was still flashing behind my eyes like fire.

I closed my eyes tightly, as if the fabric trousers he was wearing now hid nothing from my imagination.

I felt my heartbeats thumping in my ears, and the heat of my cheeks told me they had turned a deep crimson.

"Julie."

He uttered my name in his raspy voice, so I forced myself to open my eyes.

I tried to get up and flee from this siege, but he was faster; his strong hand extended to grip my arm, and he returned me to my place with a firm pressure, saying:

"You cannot leave here until I hear the answer to my question."

I swallowed hard and said in a shaky voice:

"I... I came looking for you."

He shot me a piercing look that suggested he was reading my lie like an open book, but I gathered my scattered self and continued:

"I was going to tell you that I finished all the files."

He tilted his head slightly and said:

"Mmm... but I told you I was going out."

I replied quickly, as if fear had granted me a sudden talent for improvisation:

"I thought you had returned."

He raised one eyebrow and said with veiled sarcasm:

"Alright... and what were you doing in my closet?"

The scene of the closet returned to choke me again.

I touched the fabric of the bedspread with trembling fingers and said:

"When I heard your footsteps inside the room, I was afraid you would misunderstand me."

"And why would I?"

"You would think... think that I was snooping in your room."

He fixed his gaze on my eyes and said coldly:

"And you weren’t snooping, were you?"

"No, never... I would never do that."

He was silent for a moment, then he pulled his weapon from somewhere beside him and said:

"Alright... and what was my weapon doing in your hand?"

My heart sank to my feet. Damn, how did I forget about the weapon? Why didn’t I return it to its place? I feigned astonishment and said:

"Ah... the weapon."

I began stretching the edge of my skirt downward, trying to occupy my hands while my mind cooked up a new lie:

"I liked it... I just wanted to see it up close."

He asked with fake bewilderment:

"You liked it?"

I nodded a quick yes, so he continued in a cornering tone:

"My weapon was in my desk drawer... how did you get to it?"

The words vanished from my throat. I felt stupidity closing in on me; every lie was leading me into a deeper hole.

I tried to save what could be saved:

"I was looking for..."

He cut off my train of thought mockingly:

"Yes? Were you looking for me inside the drawer?"

Is he trying to mock me now? I said defensively:

"Fine... I was curious to know what was in the drawers, and I found your weapon so I held it, that’s all."

He stepped closer to me, his perfume becoming strong and dominant, and asked softly:

"Were you trying to kill me with that weapon?"

Yes, you monster, I was imagining getting rid of you forever! But I said with a pathetic performance:

"No, never, Mr. Robert... I just admired the engravings on it."

He said with an eerie calmness:

"Alright, Julie..."

I exhaled in relief, thinking for a moment that I had succeeded in crossing this predicament.

I got up from the bed quickly, longing to leave this stifling room, but before I could take a single step, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist like an iron shackle.

I stopped in my place, and my body stiffened when he said in a low voice:

"Are you going to tell me the truth now, Julie?"

I turned to him in shock, my eyes widening as I stammered:

"What?"

His looks did not suggest he was joking; his eyes were piercing me with a merciless stillness.

He said in a decisive tone:

"I want the truth."

I tried to cling to the last shred of my composure and said:

"What truth? I just told you now!"

He didn’t say a word, but pulled me with a quiet force that forced me to sit again on the bed right beside him.

His massive stature leaned toward me, and he whispered hoarsely:

"I didn’t believe you... now come on, speak... what were you doing in my room?"

At that moment, I felt something explode inside me; the tiredness, exhaustion, and fear had reached their peak.

I pulled my hand from him violently, brushed my disheveled hair away from my face, and said in a loud voice filled with indignation, having grown weary of the role of the weak girl:

"Fine! I went in to snoop in your room, are you satisfied now? I took advantage of your absence and told myself this was my golden opportunity. I went looking for a mobile phone, but I found nothing as you see... I only found your damn weapon!"

I stopped talking, panting, and searched his features for any reaction; anger, shock, or even a desire to punish me.

But his face remained like a marble mask; not a single hair changed.

He said in a provocative, calm tone:

"And what were you going to do with the phone?"

I raised my chin in defiance:

"I was going to call the police..."

He nodded his head slowly and said:

"Yes... a good idea."

Then he lowered his gaze to the weapon that rested between us and asked in a deep voice:

"And how did you end up carrying my weapon "

I swallowed hard, feeling my hand extend unconsciously to touch the edge of the skirt, and said with a sincerity that surprised even me:

"That part was true... I really liked the weapon. Its weight and engravings tempted me... so I took it."

Robert toyed with the weapon between his fingers with a terrifying dexterity, then said in a mocking tone:

"I didn’t expect a girl like you would like the weapon... you threw up that day because I killed someone in front of you."

The memories of that wretched day rushed into my mind like a flood; the smell of blood, the man’s final scream, and my body that betrayed me that day. I asked myself bitterly: How can I like a tool that has perhaps extinguished thousands of lives? I felt a cold shiver sweep through my spine and said in a faint voice:

"I think I am becoming contaminated..."

His eyes widened slightly, and a look of shock appeared on his face that I had never seen before, as if he hadn’t expected me to realize the extent of the blackness that had begun to seep into me.

He said in a low voice:

"Is this a confession?"

I fixed my gaze in his eyes and said weakly:

"Perhaps."

Robert stood up and walked with steady steps toward the middle of the room, then gestured to me with his hand, saying:

"Come."

I stood up with a trembling body, dark scenarios racing in my mind.

Is he going to kill me now? Did he decide to abandon his principles and end my life because I knew more than I should? I moved toward him with heavy steps until I stood in front of him, and I saw our reflection in the huge mirror; I looked beside him like a small, fragile bird, completely lost in his dominant shadow.

Suddenly, he stepped until he was right behind me.

I felt the heat of his body enveloping me before he even touched me.

His large hand extended and gripped my wrist with a firm pressure, then placed the cold weapon inside my palm.

The weight of the metal doubled in my hand, and I felt a real terror that made my breath tighten, so I asked him in a trembling tone:

"Why did you give me the weapon?"

He didn’t answer; instead, he stepped closer... much closer than logic allowed.

I felt his hard abdominal muscles pressing against my back, as if his body had become a shield imprisoning me from behind.

He raised his hands to adjust the position of my fingers over the handle and pressed with his thumb over my hand to point the weapon toward the mirror.

He tilted his head until I felt the brush of his hot breath hitting the sensitive skin of my neck, and he said in his deep voice that echoed in my chest:

"I am going to teach you how to use it."