My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 162/The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 162

Don Morgan’s Point of View

I couldn’t believe Robert had grown this much. To me, he was like a son once, but his father, Thomas, ruined everything with his own hands. I could never forgive Thomas for what he did to me, and I will take my revenge on him and his son without mercy.

The moment he told me he had recovered the shipment from me, I was shocked at first, my facial muscles tightening. But at the same time, a surge of euphoria rushed through my veins; this is exactly the kind of enemy I want one capable of standing before me and facing me with such courage and brilliance.

"Yes, Don, as you heard... I’ve taken my shipment back from you," Robert said, adjusting his coat collar with a provocative coldness.

I looked at him intently, resting my chin on my interlaced hands above the desk. "So, you came just to see my reaction when I found out?"

"Yes," he replied with a lopsided smile full of triumph. "I wanted to see your face."

I laughed softly, shaking my head as a genuine sense of amusement crept into my heart. "Very well, Robert... you know the fun has only just begun."

"Yes, and I’m ready for it," he said, putting his hands in his pockets with poise. "My life is quite boring at the moment."

"Congratulations on recovering your shipment," I said with mock solemnity, gesturing toward him.

At this point, Carlos spoke up with a tone that carried a clear warning as he prepared to stand. "I hope you realize, Don, that we are not enemies who are easily defeated."

I smiled at him, though the smile didn’t reach my lead-grey eyes. "I don’t doubt that, Carlos."

They both stood with military dignity. Robert spoke his final words before turning away: "We’ll meet again."

"Of course we will," I replied with calm confidence.

I watched them as they strode out of the office with pride, letting them enjoy this small victory; for the Great Game had not yet begun. I tilted my leather chair toward the large glass window overlooking the city lights and whispered with a voice full of menace, "Oh, Robert... if only you knew what I have in store for you."

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Carlos’s Point of View

We got into the car, and I let out a long breath I had been holding throughout that charged confrontation. I turned to Robert, who had his hands on the steering wheel with an irritating calmness, as if we had just been on a stroll.

"Oh! We actually got the shipment back from the Don!" I said with an excitement I couldn’t suppress.

"Yes, we did," Robert replied coldly, starting the engine.

I tapped the dashboard lightly, saying in awe, "The Don, whom no one dares to cross... and we stood right in his face!"

Robert gave a cryptic, lopsided smile, looking at me for a moment before driving off into the glowing city streets. "Don’t celebrate too much, Carlos. You know the Don is preparing a new strike right now."

I leaned back against the leather seat. "Let’s be happy now... and worry later," I said comfortably.

His voice sharpened, and his grip tightened on the wheel. "We have to attack him, Carlos."

I looked at him in surprise. "What?"

"We need to find a plan to strike back before he does," he continued, his eyes fixed sternly on the road ahead.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked curiously, watching his stoic features.

"Nothing for now," he replied curtly, shaking his head. "But I’ll find something."

Wanting to break the tension that had settled over us again, I said cheerfully, "Let’s go to the bar for a few drinks."

Robert finally smiled, his features appearing more relaxed. "Which one?"

"The usual bar," I said with a confident grin.

"Fine," he replied, increasing the car’s speed.

We sped through the traffic, the scent of victory still lingering in the air, but Robert’s words about the coming attack were ringing in my head like a bell.

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Julie’s Point of View

I was huddled in my room, pulling my knees to my chest, trying hard to clear my thoughts.

I spent every ounce of my will to banish Robert’s ghost from my imagination and erase the trace of that kiss that still burned my lips because everything I thought and felt for him was nothing but sheer madness.

Suddenly, the door burst open violently and Marcus entered. His face was flushed with blood, and his rage flew like sparks. He approached me with heavy steps that made me jump.

"Really, Julie?" he roared. "You told Mr. Thomas that I’m involved with Violet?"

I panicked, backing away until my back hit the bed. "Calm down, Marcus!" I said, trying to soothe him with my trembling hands. "I didn’t tell him anything; he already knew!"

"How could he know?!" he shouted, waving his hand in the air. "You’re the only one I told!"

A heavy silence followed for a few seconds, and I felt a chill run through my limbs. I lowered my gaze to the floor and whispered, "My mother."

Marcus stopped shouting, his brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"You went to my mother because we thought she was Violet... right?" I asked, trying to pull myself together.

"Yes," he replied in a puzzled tone.

"My mother is the one who told Mr. Thomas," I continued, anxiety gnawing at my heart.

"Why would your mother do that? And why?" he asked in disbelief, clapping his hands together.

I shook my head in despair. "I don’t know... but she told him."

Marcus stepped closer, his eyes narrowing with focus. "Tell me, what did he say to you?" he asked in a low voice.

I rubbed my hands nervously, looking down to avoid his gaze. "He asked me directly. He said a young man had asked me about Violet, and who was he? I told him your name... I didn’t know it was a secret. I’m sorry."

Marcus sighed deeply, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. He ran a hand through his hair tiredly. "Alright, Julie... I’m sorry. I lost my temper for a moment."

"It’s okay, Marcus," I said with a faint smile, trying to end the situation.

He was quiet for a second, then looked around cautiously and whispered, "Is Mr. Robert here? In fact, he warned me against entering your room last time... he even hit me."

I remembered Robert’s rage and his terrifying possessiveness. I swallowed hard. "He went out, as far as I know."

Marcus’s eyes gleamed with a suspicious curiosity. "Is there something between you two?"

I jolted and shook my head in a flat denial, blood rushing to my cheeks. "No... no... nothing!"

Marcus exhaled in frustration, placing a hand on his stomach. "I need a drink... do you have any?"

"No, I don’t," I answered quickly.

"Fine, I’ll go upstairs, grab a drink, and come back," he said, heading for the door. "I want to talk to you."

A real sense of terror washed over me. I followed him and grabbed his arm, warning him, "No, Marcus! Look... this is dangerous. You can’t do this!"

But he brushed off my arm with indifference as he opened the door. "Isn’t Mr. Robert out?" he said with a confident smile. "We’re safe... don’t worry."