My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 94 - 95/Max and Julie

Chapter 95

Julie’s point of view

I leaned toward him slightly and whispered with a confident smile:

"I will give you other jewelry."

Silence reigned for seconds, in which I saw his internal struggle behind his eyes, before he breathed deeply and said:

"Fine... but you have to tell part of the truth first."

I knitted my brows suspiciously: "I told you everything!"

He replied rigidly:

"Not to me... I mean to Mr. Robert."

I asked him in confusion while crossing my arms over my chest:

"What do you mean?"

He adjusted his sitting position and explained calmly:

"You are now his personal assistant, and I will train you here. I can dedicate two hours a day to you at exactly this time, but how will you come and be gone all this time without him noticing?"

My shoulders slumped with annoyance and I began pacing the narrow space:

"Yes, you’re right... what do I do?"

He suggested coldly:

"You will tell him that you want to exercise in the gym."

I asked him, stopping in my tracks:

"And if he asks me why?"

He returned to examining my body with critical eyes, and muttered:

"Well, if you were overweight, the excuse would be easy, but you’re actually thin."

He fell silent for a bit, then a devious look gleamed in his eyes and he said with total coldness:

"Say you want to make your ass bigger."

I felt a searing heat sweep across my face, and my cheeks reddened until they almost exploded, so I screamed in shock while covering my face with my palms:

"What?! Are you crazy?"

He waved his hand with indifference and said while standing up:

"Fine, say you need the exercise to relieve stress... I don’t know, lie just like you lied to me... although you’re not good at it at all."

I exhaled with annoyance and pushed the air out of my chest forcefully, while I felt my heart thumping behind my ribs at the mere thought of facing Robert.

I said in a tone filled with doubt while shaking my head:

"If you didn’t believe me, do you really expect him to believe me?"

Max tilted his head slightly, and features of seriousness appeared on his face as he watched the agitation of my hands, and said in a low voice:

"You will try to make your words more sincere... it depends on how steady you are before him."

I took a deep breath trying to regain my composure, and straightened my back trying to get rid of my tension.

I looked at him directly, and for the first time since we entered the room, I felt a mysterious bond of alliance bringing us together.

I said quietly:

"Fine... by the way, I’m Julie."

His rigid features moved slightly, and a faint smile that was almost invisible formed at the corner of his mouth.

He extended his massive hand, covered in scars and bulging veins, toward me and waited until I placed my small, trembling hand in his palm.

He closed his fingers with a confident but not harmful grip and said as he shook my hand:

"And I am Max."

I felt the roughness of his skin and his raw strength; it was a handshake that meant more than just an introduction; it was the beginning of a new secret I would hide from the Angel of Death.

I said, moving toward the door with steps that were beginning to regain their steadiness:

"Fine, Max... I’ll go now, and in the evening when Robert returns, I’ll talk to him about this matter."

He replied in a tone that carried a trace of mockery or perhaps pity:

"Fine... good luck."

I opened the door and turned to him, saying:

"Yes, I truly need it."

I closed the door behind me and quickened my steps in that bleak gray hallway.

When I reached the secret door, I pressed the button and entered the kitchen, but I froze in my place, a muffled gasp trapped in my throat;

Olivia was standing there, leaning with provocative coldness against the marble counter, her eyes burning with a venomous glint.

She said in a tone dripping with poison:

"I think you’re starting to make yourself a little too comfortable."

I clenched my fists and felt a bitterness sweep through my throat, replying in a sharp tone as I tried to hide the trembling in my voice:

"Olivia... if only you would mind your own business and leave mine alone, it would be better for everyone."

She raised an eyebrow and gave a yellow smile as she stepped away from the counter:

"I think you need a couple of slaps on the other cheek to know your true size."

I didn’t retreat this time; instead, I stood firmly and said:

"You can’t succeed in this every time, Olivia."

She began walking toward me with slow, measured steps like a snake approaching its prey, and replied coldly:

"We’ll see."

I moved back instinctively until my back hit the kitchen table, and suddenly she lunged at me and locked her fingers tightly into my hair; I felt as if my scalp would be torn off. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

A cry of pain escaped my lips, but the survival instinct was faster; my hand reached for a small pot placed beside me, and with a swift movement, I struck her over the head with it.

The hot pasta with its sauce spilled over her entire head and face, ruining her perfect look in seconds.

She recoiled in shock, panting and screaming insanely:

"You bitch... I’ll kill you!"

I was panting heavily, my chest heaving violently, but I looked at her defiantly and said in a voice trembling with adrenaline:

"Keep in mind that I will always strike you back from now on, Olivia."

I didn’t wait for her reaction; instead, I turned and ran out of the kitchen at full speed, the rustle of my clothes preceding my stumbling steps.

I knew that what I had done was a slow suicide, and that Olivia wouldn’t settle for screaming; her coming revenge would be a true hell.