My father sold me to the Mafia King

”You can’t get into the club, Don, and take her from there,” I said, trying to keep my composure. ”Do you think I’m that stupid?”

”And who said I went inside?” he replied coldly. ”Your little kitten is the one who walked out.”

Julie left the club? How? ”Listen to me carefully...” I roared. ”Are you playing games with me?”

”Well, I know she has long brown hair, and she’s wearing a white blouse and a white skirt... am I right?”

Damn it! How did he know what she was wearing? A fire burned in my chest. ”If you touch a single hair on her head, I will kill you.”

”I can’t promise you that,” he said mockingly, and hung up in my face.

Damn it! Damn it! How did she get out? And how did the Don know? I immediately called Ron, my breath coming in short gasps. ”Listen, Ron, go to the security cameras now. Check from the hour I left the club... I want to see Julie. When she left my room, where did she go? Do you hear me?”

”Yes, sir,” Ron replied, sounding shocked.

I raced to the car and drove like a maniac, blowing through every red light until I reached Carlos’s warehouse. I burst inside like a storm, headed straight for the Serpent’s room, and ordered the guard to unchain him.

I was pacing back and forth, my hands shaking from a mix of fury and soul-crushing anxiety. My God, I couldn’t stand the thought of her being with him. If he touches her... if he hurts her... I can’t even imagine what I’ll do.

At that moment, Carlos rushed over, looking bewildered. ”Why do you want to take him? Where are you taking him?”

”The Don kidnapped Julie,” I told him, sparks of rage flying from my eyes.

Carlos recoiled a step in shock. ”What?!”