My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 175/The Hidden Ring

Chapter 175

Thomas’s Point of View (Robert’s Father)

Morgan and I sprang from our seats instantly, rushing with frantic strides toward the source of the sound, which was growing louder and more piercing: "Let me go, you bastard! Help me!" The green-eyed waitress’s voice was saturated with terror. I ran toward the door where the screams erupted; I twisted the handle with force, but it was locked from the inside.

I slammed my shoulder against it with every ounce of strength I possessed until it burst open violently.

Morgan and I stormed in, and the blood froze in my veins. She was sprawled on the sofa, struggling to resist, while that piece of filth hovered over her, trying to break her will.

I drew my weapon swiftly, but before I could even take aim, Morgan’s bullet beat everyone to the mark, lodging itself in the man’s head. He slumped to the floor, a lifeless corpse. I couldn’t restrain the boiling rage in my blood; I emptied my entire magazine into his body as it lay on the ground.

I turned toward her. She was still on the sofa in a state of paralyzed shock, her shirt torn provocatively, exposing her bra. I shed my blazer quickly and tried to cover her, but she jolted and recoiled from me, trembling. "Don’t kill me!" she pleaded in a desperate whisper.

I stepped closer with measured strides, my voice reaching for a reassuring tone. "Don’t be afraid... we aren’t going to kill you."

Morgan walked toward her and gently took her hand. "We won’t hurt you. We just saved you."

She snatched her hand back from him with lightning speed, tears beginning to carve paths down her cheeks. "He... he tried to assault me," she stammered. A surge of fury consumed me; at that moment, I wished my gun held an infinite number of bullets just so I could empty them into him all over again.

"What will happen now when the police come?" she asked, her voice quivering.

"Don’t worry about that," I told her firmly. I pulled out my phone and immediately called one of my men, ordering him to come and clean the scene and hide the body.

"What is your name?" Morgan asked, scanning her features.

"I... I’m... Violet," she answered, stuttering as she tried to pull herself together.

"A beautiful name," Morgan replied with a calm smile. "Now, we’re going to take you home."

"There’s no need," she said quickly. "I’ll go by myself."

"Absolutely not," I countered. "Look at yourself. How can you go out like this, at this late hour?"

"Do you live alone, Violet?" Morgan questioned.

"With my family," she whispered.

Suddenly, a phone began to ring on the floor. "My phone!" she gasped in panic. I picked it up and read the name on the screen: ’Mom.’ I handed it to her, and she took it with trembling hands, looking at us in despair. "I can’t answer... I can’t talk to her without her getting suspicious."

"Send her a message," Morgan suggested.

She nodded and began typing with fingers that were shaking violently, then she let out a muffled sob. "How will I go home now? Mom will know... no matter how hard I try to hide it, she’ll know."

"We’ll take you to a hotel," I said, trying to find a solution. "We’ll buy you new clothes, and tomorrow, after you’ve rested, you can go home."

"Impossible!" she replied in fear. "My mother will die of worry... I’ve only slept away from home a few times when I was at university."

"That means you’ll have to tell her you went to the university for an urgent reason," Morgan said.

She gripped her phone and typed again, then looked at us with gratitude. "Thank you for saving me."

"Don’t mention it," I said. "Now, come on, let’s get out of here." She stood up, glancing at the man’s body with a mixture of contempt and fear, then walked with stumbling steps.

She nearly fell, but I rushed to catch her. I tightened my grip on her shoulders, steadying her as we walked out of the restaurant.

I put her in the front seat beside me.

Morgan gave me a long, reproaching look of warning, but I ignored him completely. I sat behind the wheel while Morgan climbed into the back. I watched her trembling beside me, tears falling silently from her green eyes.

I reached out toward her face, and in a way I didn’t quite understand, I began to wipe her tears with a tenderness I had never known in myself before.

Morgan’s sharp voice from the backseat shattered my thoughts: "Are you going to drive this car or not, Thomas?" I pulled my hand back in a flustered hurry and gathered my wits.

I started the engine and drove toward the hotel, the heat still lingering in the palm of my hand.

We arrived, and the moment the wheels stopped, I jumped out to open the door for Violet.

I extended my hand to help her out, and suddenly my gaze froze on the wedding ring shimmering on my finger. Damn it! My heart constricted, and I quickly hid my hand behind my back, extending the other before she could spot it.

She took my hand delicately, and a sudden shiver raced through my entire body, making my breath hitch. She stepped out of the car, trying her best to tighten her weak grip on my blazer to cover her exhausted body.

At that moment, Morgan walked toward us and, in a move that I didn’t like, took her by the shoulders. "Come, Violet, I’ll help you."

I glared at him with a look that could have pierced through him. Damn you, Morgan. Are you doing this on purpose? I let them go ahead, and while my back was turned, I slipped my ring off quickly and hid it in my trouser pocket, then followed them with a stony expression.

We stood at the reception to finish the booking, then stepped into the elevator, silence blanketing the space.

"Violet, I’ll take you to your room," I said, my eyes never leaving her pale face. She didn’t respond; she was entirely silent, her green eyes lost as if the shock was still paralyzing her tongue. But Morgan’s response was swift: "I’ll do it, Thomas. No need to trouble yourself."

"Trouble?" I snapped with obvious irritation. "I’m not troubled!"

As the elevator doors opened and we stepped out, Violet’s body swayed and she suddenly collapsed to the floor. Morgan and I knelt over her in a panic, trying to wake her with light taps on her face, but she didn’t respond; she had fainted completely.

I gathered her into my arms, feeling the weight of her delicate body pressing against my chest. "Morgan, open room 190!" I gasped.

Morgan ran ahead and opened the door. I walked in and placed her gently on the bed. "Poor girl," Morgan said, staring at her unconscious face. "She fainted... it wasn’t easy, what she saw." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"That bastard assaulted her," I said, adjusting her position. "And seeing us kill him isn’t easy either." I turned to him and spoke in a commanding tone, "You can go, Morgan. I’ll stay with her."

Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Have you lost your mind?"

"Do you want to leave her alone in this state?" I asked indignantly.

Morgan stepped closer, lowering his voice sternly. "Thomas, you are a married man! You’re married and you want to stay here alone with her?"

"And what’s going to happen?" I said, trying to justify myself. "She’s unconscious. Don’t tell me you’re imagining I’m going to fuck her!"

Morgan countered with a gaze that pierced through my defenses. "No, I’m not imagining that. But I saw how you were looking at her, Thomas."

"How was I looking at her?" I asked, trying to hide my fluster.

"Like you wanted to devour her!" he said harshly. "And where is your ring? Are you going to hide that you’re married?"

"Enough, Morgan!" I shouted, my patience exhausted. "Stop acting like a mother trying to take control!"

"And you stop acting like a teenager, Thomas!" he replied, fixing a warning gaze on my eyes.

My blood boiled in my veins, and I squeezed my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. "Enough, Morgan!" I said, my voice sharp enough to cut through the silence. "You’re making me angry!"

Morgan didn’t back down a single step; instead, a look of lethal defiance spread across his face. "You know what?" he said with a provocative coldness. "I’m calling Elizabeth right now to come here." He spun away from me in a swift motion, pulling his phone from his pocket and beginning to press the buttons with confident fingers.

In that instant, something inside me snapped. I moved with a speed I never knew I possessed, and before he realized what was happening, I had lunged at him and snatched the gun from the back of his waist in a lightning-fast blur since my own pistol was completely empty. Morgan spun around, still holding the phone in his hand, frozen in a paralyzing shock, his eyes wide with disbelief at what I had just done.

I raised the weapon with a steady hand and pressed its cold muzzle directly against his forehead. "I will kill you, Morgan," I said in a low, terrifying voice, my eyes burning with a madness he had never seen before. "Don’t even try."