My father sold me to the Mafia King
Chapter 208/The Kitten’s Flight
Chapter 208
Robert’s POV
Rage ignited in my chest as I watched her fumbling with that damn phone given to her by that pathetic Professor. I marched toward her with furious strides and yanked the device from her hand.
Julie trembled, her voice thick with panic. "I just wanted to justify the mistake with that video!"
"Why, Julie?" I asked, the veins in my neck bulging from the sheer force of my anger.
"Do you even know who he is?" she cried, reaching for the phone. "He’s a Professor! If he writes a report against me at the University, what am I supposed to do?"
"He can’t do shit," I snapped, my grip tightening on the phone until it groaned. "Because he’s the one who gave a student a secret phone, Julie. For fuck’s sake, what kind of professor does that?"
Right then, the phone vibrated in my palm. A message popped up: "Yes, let’s meet. To talk, walk, or maybe discuss your studies." I scrolled through the chat, my eyes burning.
He had sent her a photo of herself I wanted to end this bastard right now. He was telling her to call him "Edward," and Julie was complying like a naive little girl.
"Really, Julie?" I said, my voice dropping to a terrifying, mocking low. "He tells you to call him Edward, and you’re too stupid to see he’s hitting on you?"
Julie bristled. "What are you talking about? He’s a Professor! Do you even understand what that means?"
"It means you think he’s doing this out of the goodness of his heart?" I countered with a killing coldness.
"Yes, exactly!" she insisted.
"Fine." I kept my eyes on the screen and started typing with lethal precision: "Edward... yes, I want to meet you."
The bastard replied instantly: "That’s wonderful, Julie. When?"
I typed back with a demonic smirk: "Today."
Julie pressed against me, standing on her tiptoes to see the screen, her face pale with horror. "What are you writing to him? Are you insane?"
"I’m going to show you his true colors," I said, shunting her away with my other arm.
His reply came: "I’m so excited to see you."
I typed back with pure malice: "Edward... why do I feel like you see me as more than just your student?"
Julie gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Why would you write that?"
"Be patient and watch," I growled.
The confirmation of my suspicions arrived: "Did you really notice?"
I kept the game going: "Yes. Do you like me?"
Julie slammed her fist against my arm, shouting, "Are you trying to get me expelled?"
But the reply was fast and revealing: "So much... you make me forget I’m your professor. Damn it, Julie, I didn’t think you’d notice."
I turned to her, pinning her with a gaze that cut through her shock. "Do you see it now? Do you believe me?"
"I’m... I’m shocked," she whispered, backing away.
I typed the final message: "Come to the park near the University. I’ll be there in an hour."
He replied eagerly: "Alright, Julie."
"Why did you write that?" Julie asked, her voice shaking as she looked at my face which had become a mask of death.
"Because," I said, headed toward my clothes with a chilling indifference, "I’m going to kill him."
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Julie’s POV
Did I hear him correctly? He’s going to kill him! I stumbled after him toward the closet, my body shaking. "No! You won’t do this! Are you crazy?" I screamed, but he treated me like I was invisible. I stood in his way, trying to block him. "You are not killing him, do you understand?"
He pulled on his luxury suit and dressed with a cold-blooded calm that made my blood boil. "Robert! I’m talking to you!" I yelled, shaking his shoulder. Suddenly, he spun around and gripped my waist so hard it knocked the air out of me.
He leaned in close, his voice raspy and dark. "Don’t walk around naked like that in front of me, because my dick will get hard."
My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I’m talking about a murder, and he’s talking about his dick getting hard! "You won’t kill him... right?" I pleaded one last time. He didn’t answer.
Instead, he crashed his lips against mine in a long, violent kiss that stole my ability to think. He let go abruptly and said coldly, "See you later, my beauty." He pocketed the phone and walked out with confident strides, leaving me in a state of pure panic.
My God, what kind of man is he? Is he really going to do it?
I threw on my clothes with frantic speed, not even stopping to shower. I ran to the bathroom and saw Robert’s suit from last night on the floor.
I searched the pockets with trembling hands, hoping for cash. Nothing but credit cards. Damn it. Men like him don’t carry cash, and cards won’t help me now.
I ran downstairs to find Max, but he wasn’t in his room. Where was he? I checked the gym and found that weirdo Diego lifting weights, his muscles dripping with sweat. "Do you know where Max is?" I gasped.
He dropped the weights and looked me over. "Hello, little one. No idea. Do you need something?"
I hesitated, but I had no choice. "Can you lend me some money? I’ll pay you back."
"Sure," he said simply. "How much?"
"Fifty dollars."
He stood up, wiping the sweat off his brow. "The money’s in my room."
"Please, hurry," I said, my patience gone.
"Going somewhere?" he asked curiously.
"Sort of," I clipped.
He went in, grabbed his wallet, and handed me the cash with a mysterious smile. "Good luck."
"Thanks, I’ll pay you back tonight," I called over my shoulder as I ran. I made it to the keypad door and punched in the code with intense focus.
The lock clicked open. Oh Julie, thank God you’re smart enough to remember the code Robert used.
I kept going, passing a few guards who didn’t even blink; they probably thought I was on official business for Robert. I finally burst out of the restaurant and onto the street, waving my hand frantically until a cab slowed down.
"Taxi!" I screamed. I scrambled into the back seat, panting. "To the public park near the University, please."
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Diego’s POV
I watched Julie run off, her small hand clutching the fifty dollars I’d given her. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and let out a long breath of relief. If we had planned this, it never would have gone this smoothly. Fate was playing right into our hands.
I grabbed my phone off the table and dialed the number. It rang once. "Yes, Diego. What do you want this morning?"
"The little kitten is heading out now," I said with a cold smile, straightening up.
The voice on the other end filled with triumph. "That’s brilliant news! I’ll tell my men; they’re already waiting outside."
"She’s in a white blouse and a short white skirt," I added, describing her perfectly to ensure no mistakes. "Long brown hair."
"Understood, Diego."
I hung up and tossed the phone aside, leaning my back against the wall with a wicked grin. I whispered to the empty room, imagining her terrified face: "Oh, little one... that white makes you look like an angel. It seems you really are going to heaven."