My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 20/Broken Rules

Chapter Twenty:

Robert’s Point of View

I walked out of the room, the echo of her words still resonating in my ears like a cold slap.

I stopped in the dark hallway, wondering in amazement: Did she just kick me out? Did that tiny girl dare to kick me out of the room that I own, and from the place where I am imprisoning her?

A wave of anger swept over me at her limitless audacity; I felt a desire to go back, to open the door and tell her that everything she sees and touches, even the air she breathes, is by my grace and under my mercy.

But I didn’t.. instead, I found myself walking away with steady steps, while my pride boiled beneath my black jacket.

That little kitten was learning quickly how to scratch, and the biggest problem wasn’t in her boldness, but in the bitter truth I suddenly realized: I had begun to enjoy this rebellion.

I climbed the stairs with fast, tense steps and ordered the guard to call Olivia to my office immediately.

I entered the room, that place from which I manage everything, and sat on the leather chair that emitted a slight creak under my weight.

I pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly, inhaling the first breath deeply; I needed the tobacco, hoping its smoke would blur the scene of the "expulsion" that kept passing before my eyes like a humiliating tape.

I puffed the smoke out slowly, watching it vanish into the air. How could a girl who, moments ago, was trembling under the weight of my presence, gather herself so quickly and order me to leave?

Anger was boiling in my veins, but it wasn’t anger at her insult; it was anger at myself.. because for the first time, I allowed a prisoner to set a limit for me.

A faint knock on the door interrupted the flow of my thoughts, then Olivia entered, the scent of fear emanating from her before she uttered a word.

She stood there, her eyes lost, searching for an exit from this confrontation.

I looked at her coldly and said in a calm voice that carried death within its folds:

"When did you start caring about the affairs of my room, Olivia?"

I saw her swallow hard, but I didn’t give her a chance to defend herself; instead, I continued in a sarcastic and humiliating tone:

"And what is it to you who removes my trousers or leaves them? Did I give you this responsibility without knowing it?"

Olivia froze in her place, and every atom of confidence she possessed vanished.

My question was enough to make her realize that to me, she is merely a tool for organizing the club, and not a partner in my secrets or my body.

She said in her confused voice, trying hard to justify her position:

"Mr. Robert.. I truly didn’t mean to interfere in your private affairs, but that girl is a liar! She just wants to get close to you, and she told me herself that she is trying to cloud your mind with her beauty to get what she wants."

I took a deep breath from my cigarette, then exhaled the smoke very slowly while watching her trembling features.

"Cloud my mind with her beauty?" I repeated the sentence internally with sarcasm. Moments ago, Julie was trying to hide inside my shirt and couldn’t even look me in the eye without fear, so how could she boast about her seduction plans before a woman like Olivia?

I looked directly into her eyes, with a gaze that made her wish the ground would split and swallow her, and said sternly:

"Teenage behavior does not suit you, Olivia.. you are a supervisor here, so act accordingly."

I remained silent for a moment to let my words leave a painful impact, then continued:

"I will consider that I didn’t hear your ridiculous lie with which you tried to play me for a fool. Come to your senses immediately, otherwise you will find yourself outside this place before your mind realizes what happened."

I saw her withdrawing with her head bowed, trying to escape with her body that my words had insulted.

I stopped her with a sharp voice before she reached the door:

"Did I give you permission to leave, Olivia?"

She turned to me in terror and said in a faint voice:

"I’m sorry, sir.. do you need something?"

I dictated to her a list that was strange even to me:

"Bring new clothes for Julie.. normal clothes, and not the kind we usually bring for the girls here. And also, I want books; political, scientific, fictional.. I don’t care. Bring her the most difficult ones you can find; I want to see if her mind can expand to all of that."

I saw the features of amazement etched on her face, and I won’t lie.. even I was amazed at myself.

There was a part of me wondering: why am I doing this? But I continued coldly, as if reclaiming control of the situation:

"Bring her a watch, a hairdryer, and I want a new television in her room instead of the one she broke."

A heavy silence prevailed in the office, in which I could hear the sound of small coins clinking in the basin, before dropping the final bomb:

"Cancel the electronic lock on the door, and give her the room key."

I saw Olivia turn pale suddenly, and her face began to lean toward yellow as if the blood had withdrawn from it.

She opened her mouth in an astonishment she couldn’t hide, and said in a voice that was almost unbelievable:

"What?! Give her.. give her the room key?!"

I looked at her with lethal coldness and didn’t add another word. My silence was the answer, and the confirmation that my order was not up for discussion.

At that moment, Olivia wasn’t just feeling afraid of me; she was feeling terrified of the authority that tiny girl had begun to possess in my private place.. an authority that made me break the rules I had set with my own hands.

Olivia left the office, leaving me alone with my cigarette smoke and my thoughts that had begun to take a new turn.

I was convincing myself that everything I was doing was not weakness, but rather my effective and innovative way of taming her.

I must make her ascend that stage and mingle with the customers; the bright lights of this place will blind her, and she will realize that her young body has begun to ripen little by little under the weight of the gazes.

Her shyness, which imprisons her now inside a closed shell.. will vanish.

It will melt the first time she stands under the lights while singing, wearing a sexy dress that highlights her charms, whose value she does not yet realize.

I want her to see the hungry gazes of men, those gazes that ignite the fire of femininity in the heart of any woman, and make her realize that her true strength lies in her ability to steal their minds.

Suddenly, the ringing of my phone snapped the thread of my thoughts. It was "Daniel," my deputy at my security firm. I answered in a sharp tone:

— "Yes, Daniel.. what is it?"

His voice came through, charged with confusion:

— "Mr. Robert.. I believe your brother, ’Harold,’ has been offered an unprecedented new invention, and he is on his way to purchasing it from the young man who invented it."

I gritted my teeth so hard I felt the pain in my jaw, and said with a venomous hiss:

— "And what are you doing, Daniel? How did you let something like this slip past you?"

He stammered weakly:

— "Sir.. you know that obtaining information from your brother’s security firm is not an easy task."

I exhaled with a searing anger and said:

— "And when was our work ever easy? Disconnect the call.. I am coming right now."

I slammed the phone shut violently, feeling a boil in my chest. No one can be relied upon these days.. damn it!