My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 66 - 67/A crime committed right before my eyes

Chapter 67:

Julie’s Point of View

While I was screaming in his face, the guard didn’t hesitate for a moment;

he suddenly bent down and clamped his powerful arm around my waist,

then lifted me high to place me over his shoulder,

solid as a piece of furniture.

The world flipped around me, and my head hung behind his back, blood rushing to my face which flushed intensely.

He stepped out of the room with wide, steady strides, indifferent to my weight or my resistance.

I began striking his back with both my hands and kicking his legs with my bare feet in a desperate attempt to unsettle him, but he was like a rock;

he didn’t stagger, and not even a groan of annoyance escaped him.

I said in a loud, stifled voice, while my body swayed with every step he took in the hallway:

"Let me go, you wretch! Put me down now... I told you, put me down!"

My chest was thumping against his hard back, and my long hair hung before my eyes to block my vision;

I could see nothing but the carpet receding beneath us at high speed.

He ignored me completely and didn’t utter a single word,

as if my screaming and my attempts to escape were merely trivial noise not even worth the effort of looking back,

continuing to drag me toward my unknown fate with Robert.

When the guard stopped before the door of Robert’s office,

he clamped his hand on the handle and knocked loudly.

I became completely still, pressing my hand over my mouth firmly trying to suppress the nausea that had returned to sweep through my gut;

the position of my inverted head made my entrails churn once more.

Robert’s husky voice came from inside:

"Come in."

The guard pushed the door open and entered, then encircled my waist with his arm and set me on the floor.

My body swayed for a moment before I regained my balance, 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

and as soon as my feet were steady, I raised my hand and, with all the strength I had left,

delivered a slap that echoed throughout the room onto the guard’s face.

The guard’s body stiffened like a wall, and his jaw clenched so tightly that his facial muscles protruded.

I saw his eyes narrowing sharply, igniting with rage toward me.

I screamed in his face:

"I told you I didn’t want to come because I’m tired! Why did you carry me, you scoundrel?"

I breathed sharply as I watched him, then continued, my voice trembling:

"Who allowed you to touch me and carry me in this way? Who?"

At that moment, Robert moved.

He rose from behind his desk and walked toward us with steady, calm steps.

He didn’t turn to me and didn’t look into my eyes; instead, he fixed his cold gaze on the guard’s face.

He stood directly in front of him and said in a low tone:

"What have you done?"

The colors of the guard’s face began to shift between pallor and redness, and he stiffened in his military stance,

while a heavy silence prevailed that made me hear the guard’s accelerating heartbeat as if it were drumming right beside me.

The guard lowered his head slightly, and his voice came out raspy as he tried to justify his position:

"Sir... I only followed your order and brought her to your office."

I lunged a step toward him and shouted with a rage that made my throat ache:

"And did he order you to carry me over your shoulder like a sack of flour?"

I paused to catch my agitated breath, then continued with a threat, pointing my finger at his face:

"If you do this again, I will kill you, do you hear me?"

Robert turned toward me, a calm smile appearing on his face that didn’t suit the situation, and said in a cold tone:

"There is no ’again’."

In the blink of an eye, Robert’s hand moved behind his waist and pulled out a grey metallic weapon; in that moment,

I felt my heart stop beating and the blood froze in my veins.

Robert raised the muzzle of the weapon and pressed it directly against the guard’s forehead.

The guard’s entire body paralyzed, his eyes widening with a terrifying bulge, and his face paled until it was the color of paper.

Robert didn’t give him a chance to breathe; the sound of the explosion echoed in the room—"Boom"—and the office walls shook.

The guard staggered for a moment, then his massive body fell onto the carpet with a heavy thud, remaining still without movement.

I stood in my place paralyzed, my hands trembling and my eyes fixed on the corpse lying at my feet,

while Robert returned his weapon to its place with utter coldness, as if he had done nothing but move an obstacle out of his path.

My eyes were fixed on the corpse lying at my feet; there was a small hole in the middle of his forehead, from which a thin thread of crimson blood flowed.

His eyes were open in shock, as if he were still watching me, even though his body had lost all signs of life.

At that moment, I felt a violent contraction in my stomach, and I suddenly leaned over to empty what remained in my gut onto the office floor.

Minutes passed in which I struggled to breathe, and I felt a harsh coldness running through my limbs until I lost sensation in them.

I moved with stumbling, heavy steps toward the nearby sofa and collapsed onto it.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I felt a sharp suffocation that made me open my mouth to swallow air in vain.

I heard Robert’s voice calling in a dry tone:

"Ron."

A dark-skinned man, massive in build and tall, stepped into the office.

Robert gestured with the corner of his eye toward the floor and said:

"Take this scum out of here."

Ron bent down, grabbed the guard’s corpse by the arms, and began dragging him outside;

the corpse’s head thumped against the floor with a rhythmic beat until they disappeared behind the door.

Only minutes passed before a maid entered carrying cleaning tools; she began wiping the blood and the traces of my vomit with total mechanical calmness,

while I watched her movements in shock, completely unable to move a single muscle in my body.

Robert returned to his desk and sat on his leather chair with complete calmness.

He took out his cigarette, lit it coldly, and began puffing smoke into the air. After the maid finished and withdrew from the room,

he directed his gaze toward me and asked in a calm tone as if nothing had happened:

"Yes, Julie... how are you today?"