THE MAFIA KING BROKEN ROSE novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The hospital bill came in just a few hours after my father was admitted.

The number printed on the paper might as well have been a death sentence. I clutched it in my trembling hands, my eyes wide as I stared at the bottom line.

$10,000.

Just because I had no insurance.

Fucking hell.

I also had half a million dollars too to pay.

Even if I worked every day for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t be able to pay it off. I leaned against the corner of the emergency room, watching the steady rise and fall of my father’s chest as he lay in the hospital bed, tubes running into his arms.

The nurses had been kind enough, offering warm smiles and gentle reassurances, but I could see the pity in their eyes. They knew. They’d seen this story before, a family drowning in debt, scraping the bottom of the barrel just to keep their heads above water.

My throat tightened, and my hands shook as I squeezed the paper, crumpling it into a ball. There was no way out of this.

No savings to pull from, no relatives to call for help.

My father had gambled away every bit of security we’d ever had, and now this mountain of debt loomed over us like a crushing weight.

“I’m sorry, Aria,” my father croaked from the bed, his voice hoarse and weak. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a look of shame that only fueled my anger.

“Sorry?” I hissed, my voice sharp and cutting. “You’re sorry? Do you think that fixes this?”

He flinched, his hand twitching as he tried to reach for me. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad. I thought I could win it back… for your mother.”

I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and hollow. “Win it back? You lost half a million dollars gambling, and you thought you’d fix it by gambling more?”

“I was trying to help!” he snapped, his voice breaking under the strain.

“Help?” I shouted, my fists clenched at my sides. “You call this help? Look at where we are! You’ve destroyed us!”

Tears welled in his eyes, and for a moment, he looked utterly defeated. “I never wanted this for you,” he whispered. “I never wanted you to suffer because of my mistakes.”

I turned away, unable to bear the sight of him. My chest heaved with the weight of my anger and despair, the two emotions tangling together until I couldn’t separate them.

“And Dominic De Luca?” I asked, my voice low and trembling. “What about him?”

My father’s face paled further, his hands clutching the edge of the blanket. “He’s not just anyone,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s… he’s dangerous, Aria. A mafia boss. The kind of man who doesn’t forgive, doesn’t forget.”

The words sent a chill down my spine. Of course. Of course, my father would owe money to the most dangerous man in the city.

I stared at the crumpled bill in my hand, my heart pounding. The realization hit me like a freight train: there was no way out. Not without help.

—

We left the hospital that night with nowhere to go. The nurses had been kind, but the administration wasn’t. No insurance, no money, no service. The moment they realized I couldn’t pay the bill, they practically pushed us out the door.

Days later, our landlord followed suit, locking us out of the apartment with no warning. The little money I had left went toward food and a few blankets, but it wasn’t enough.

So here we were, huddled under a bridge on the edge of the city. The wind howled through the concrete pillars, biting through my thin jacket as I sat on the ground. My father lay beside me, his face pale and drawn as he clutched at his side. He was getting worse.

And my mother? She wouldn’t survive much longer without proper care.

I couldn’t let this continue.

My fingers brushed against the edge of the card Dominic had thrown at my feet. It was still in my pocket, the sleek black surface cold against my skin. I pulled it out, staring at the name printed in gold letters.

Dominic De Luca.

He was the devil, and this card was his pact. I could feel it, the weight of the choice pressing down on me.

If I called him, it would change everything.

There would be no going back.

But what other choice did I have?

I clenched my jaw, my resolve hardening as I pulled out my phone. The screen was cracked, the battery nearly dead, but it would have to do. I dialed the number, my hands trembling as I held the phone to my ear.

It rang once.

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