My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 128/The Hunter’s Game

Chapter 128

Julie’s Point of View

My ribs trembled violently, and I felt my breath rising in my chest like a fire burning me, while my heart pounded so hard that I thought it would stop.

I was terrified; was this madwoman really going to gouge out my eyes? I pressed my back against the bed, my body stiffening as I said in a voice trying to gather its courage: "Listen, you lunatic, you don’t know who I am."

She tilted her head toward me, and I felt her shadow fall over my covered face as she asked coldly: "Who are you?"

I said, the veins in my neck bulging from the intensity of the tension: "There is a very powerful person with great influence, and he is looking for me right now; he will find me and kill you."

I never thought I would one day use Robert’s name to protect myself; Robert, who imprisoned me and from whom I fled, I am now making him my protective shield!

She burst into a provocative laugh that echoed in the room and said: "You made me laugh, Julie."

I said sharply, tightening my grip on the restraints until they almost cut my wrists: "What’s funny, you psycho? He will come and you’ll see how you will regret it." I was praying in my heart that he would appear, find me, and save me. Suddenly... the air shook with the sound of the door being kicked open, and a hoarse voice I knew well rang out: "Get away from her!"

My God, it’s Robert! Yes, he came! I screamed eagerly, tears hardening behind the blindfold: "Robert! Save me please, she’s trying to kill me!" But strangely, the woman began to laugh hysterically; the sound of her laughter was driving me insane.

I shouted: "Robert, can you hear me? Untie me!"

I felt the touch of his rough hand on my feet to loosen the restraint, then I felt the cold metal of the handcuffs as they were opened from my wrists. I said, panting: "She tried to gouge out my eyes, can you believe this?" As soon as my hands were free, I tore the blindfold off my eyes quickly, but the shock froze the blood in my veins.

I was not in that woman’s house, nor was I in a dark basement... I was in my room! The very same room I was in at the club!

I stood up startled, retreating until my back hit the headboard, and said in bewilderment as I examined the familiar walls: "What happened? How did I get here?" Robert was standing like a steadfast mountain before me, his features frozen and unreadable, and that woman... "Samantha"... was standing next to him, looking at me with a smile of victory.

Robert said in a deep, calm tone: "Did you think you could escape me, Julie?"

I looked at him in surprise, feeling my head spin: "I did... I went outside! I was running in the street and I talked to a policeman... I actually escaped! But how did you find me?" I caught a mocking laugh on Samantha’s face, so I said angrily, my chest heaving: "Why are you laughing, you psycho? Because of you, I’m back here!"

Samantha replied, adjusting her clothes coldly: "I’ll admit... I didn’t expect you to scream the name of the man you tried to escape from to save you."

The sentence was enough to make me recoil at myself, at my naivety and weakness that made me seek help from my executioner. Before I could utter a word, Robert spoke firmly: "Samantha, get out."

She nodded and slipped out lightly. I turned to him, trembling all over: "Tell me, how did you find me? Does this woman work for you, and is she the one who brought me back here?"

Robert smiled a broken and mysterious smile, taking a step toward me that made me shrink into myself, then said: "You really don’t understand, Julie... you don’t understand that you didn’t escape; rather, I am the one who allowed you to."

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Robert’s Point of View

I watched her features crumble before the truth; her body was recoiling as if I were slapping her with every word. She raised her hand in the air, her fingers trembling as she tried to weave the threads of the game in her head to comprehend: "What do you mean... you helped me...?"

The shock did not leave her room to finish, so I interrupted coldly: "Sarah helped you escape."

She suddenly sat up, starting to deny eagerly as if trying to protect that girl: "No... it wasn’t her, she had nothing to do with it!" It piqued my irritation how she fought to defend someone in whose eyes I saw hatred toward her. I said stolidly: "I am the one who asked Sarah to come to your room and push you to escape... Aren’t you the one who asked her for that, Julie?"

I saw disappointment mask her eyes; the glimmer of hope in them went out as she whispered: "Did Sarah tell you that?... Were you the one who made my escape easy?"

I nodded: "Exactly."

Her temper flared suddenly, and she began to speak rapidly, waving her hands: "Yes... how did Sarah know the password? And how did I find no guards at all? And how was the restaurant empty? I felt that this was strange, but I went out the door... I escaped, how do you explain this?"

I answered as I put my hands in my pockets, watching the tension in her shoulders: "Because you were under surveillance every step of the way."

She said loudly, taking a step closer: "Did it not occur to you that I might go to the police? There was even a policeman who came and asked me... Did you not think of that?"

I smiled mockingly, a smile that didn’t reach my eyes: "You mean the guard who works for me and was disguised in a police uniform?"

Her mouth fell open, her features frozen in astonishment, then she whispered in horror: "I can’t believe you did this to me... What if I had gone to the police station?"

I said, stepping toward her slowly: "You don’t understand that even the police cannot save you, Julie."

She retreated until she hit the wall, starting to plead in a broken voice: "Let me go, please... I didn’t tell anyone about you. That policeman... I mean the guard, you can ask him, I didn’t report you... Let me go."

This question had been gnawing at my mind for hours; why did she remain silent? I leaned my head toward her until I felt her rapid breath: "Why didn’t you? I’m curious to know."

She became confused immediately, averting her gaze, her hand fiddling with the edge of her shirt nervously: "I just wanted you to leave me alone." Then she gathered herself and asked sharply: "That madwoman... you sent her to me to bring me back here?"

I said calmly: "She works for me... Now tell me, did you enjoy your excursion outside?"

Suddenly, her gaze turned into pure venom, and she said with a bitterness that shook my being: "I hate you... I hate you to an indescribable degree, you monster."

I answered with feigned coldness: "I don’t care." But in reality, my insides were burning, and I felt a tightness in my chest as if the air refused to enter my lungs... she hates me. She raised her hand, pointing to the door angrily, and screamed: "Get out! I don’t want to see your face!"

I caught sight of the red marks left by the handcuffs on her delicate wrists, and I felt a pang of regret that I did not show. I left the room, and Samantha was standing in the hallway waiting. I approached her slowly, my eyes radiating suppressed anger: "Who asked you to restrain her?"

Samantha replied, trying to maintain her composure: "So that she wouldn’t escape... so that I could bring her here, sir."

I said with a hiss: "And your threat to kill her?"

She said with an indifference that provoked me: "I was just having fun with her."

I approached her further until I clearly saw the trembling of her hand, and said in a low, terrifying voice: "You know very well that I do not kill women, Samantha... but I can make you an exception."

Her face turned completely pale and she said faintly: "I am sorry, sir."

I said firmly: "Go now... you are fired."

She began to plead as she retreated: "I have been working with your father for years, and I worked with you later... I am sorry, it is just a small mistake."

I said with a cutting sharpness: "Everything related to that girl becomes a major matter that cannot be forgiven... Now go, or I will kill you."

She fled quickly, while I headed to my office. I closed the door and sat behind the desk, trying to calm my heartbeat which had spiraled out of control.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, muttering: "No one can touch my Julie or hurt her... no one."

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Olivia’s Point of View

I was standing in the cold corner of the kitchen, my fingers wrapped around a glass of water while my mind tried to arrange the scattered puzzle pieces Robert had left yesterday. He let Julie escape, opened the doors for her, then brought her back to the club with a terrifying coldness.

At first, I thought it was just a game of defiance for him, but now I see how his features become disturbed when her name is mentioned; she means a lot to him, he loves her... I am sure of this.

That disgusting voice, which makes my stomach contract in revulsion, interrupted my train of thought: "Olivia, you’re here and I’ve been looking for you."

I sighed in annoyance and placed the glass on the table with slight force, saying without turning to him: "Miles, go away... I’m not in a good mood."

He approached me until I felt his foul breath near my ear, and said maliciously: "Tonight you will give that girl what we agreed upon."

I turned to him slowly, looking into his eyes with defiance and a low voice carrying a real threat: "Miles, if you want your life... back away from this idea."

He didn’t budge; instead, he tilted his head and said in a cold tone: "And if you want your life, do it and be quiet."

I felt nausea rising in my throat and said with contempt: "Do you think the drug will make her have sex with you?"

A filthy smile formed on his face and he said: "I didn’t bring a drug this time... I brought an aphrodisiac."

My hand froze on the table, and my eyes widened in total shock as I looked at him, and I said in a voice choked with shock: "Are you insane? Do you realize what you’re doing?... You’ve crossed all lines, Miles!"

He shrugged his shoulders with a provocative coldness and said: "I don’t care."

He pulled a small vial from his pocket, grabbed my hand firmly, and thrust the vial into my palm, then closed my fingers over it and said in a commanding tone: "Tonight... you will put this in her juice glass."