Mafia Slut Pt. 1: Prologue (Patreon)

THWACK!

Peter quickly spit out blood as he breathed heavily. “I don’t have the money right now,” he grunted.

The shadows nodded to each other.

THWACK!

“I’ll get you the money, I just need time,” Peter said, trying to catch his breath. “You have fourty-eight hours to give us the money. Then, the slate is wiped clean. Understand?” A deep voice coming from one of the shadows asked. “I…I understand,” Peter replied.

The shadows untied Peter and pushed him out of the small room. He kept his head down the entire time as he headed toward his car. He soon picked up his phone and called the only person he knew could help him get out of a tough situation like the one he was currently in.

“Dad? It’s Peter…I need your help,” he said. His father Shawn sighed. “Again? Well, alright. Come over and we’ll talk about it.”

Thirty minutes passed when Shawn heard a knock on the door. “Oh my god, Peter. What happened to you?” Shawn asked as he lightly pulled his son into the living room. “It’s hard to explain. I made a deal with some…shady people. I owe them a lot of money,” Peter said nervously. “Oh my god. How much?” Shawn asked. “Twenty thousand dollars.”

Shawn’s eyes went wide. “Twenty thousand? I don’t think I have that much money! Is there anything else we can do?” Shawn asked. “I don’t know. Maybe if you try talking to my boss, somehow that’ll change his mind?” Peter replied. He was out of options. He had only two days to hand over twenty thousand dollars or his life would be over. “Fine. Where is he anyway?”

Ivo sat in his office, counting the money his employees had given him after successful hits. He soon heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said casually. Peter and Shawn soon entered. “Mr. Ivo, please. I need more time to get the money. I’ll do anything!” Peter said. Ivo raised his hand, Peter immediately shut his mouth. “Who’s this guy?” Ivo asked, pointing to Peter. “That’s…that’s my father,” Peter said shyly.

“So…you’re Peters old man…” Ivo said, his New Jersey Italian accent growing thicker. Shawn nodded. “Why are you here?” “Listen, I don’t know who you are or why my son owes you money, but he is a good man. He doesn’t deserve to be in this kind of trouble! Look at him! He wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Shawn replied, standing up. Two bodyguards began to move but Ivo stopped them with a hand gesture.

“I like that…old man willing to do anything to get his son out of trouble. How about we cut a deal? I’ll let your son off the hook if you do a little something for me,” Ivo chuckled. “Anything! What is it?” Shawn asked.

Ivo reached into an opened drawer and pulled out a little pink pill. He placed it on the desk and pushed it towards Shawn. “It’s an experimental pill that I got from some scientists. They wanted me to test it on a…willing human subject. All you have to do is take it, and we’ll let your son off the hook,” Ivo said. “What is it? What does it do?” Shawn asked. “That, I don’t know. They didn’t really tell me that part. At best, it’ll probably cure any diseases you have. At worst, it’ll probably kill ya. What’ll it be?” Ivo replied.

Shawn nervously looked at his son and then back at Ivo. “Okay. I’ll do it,” he said, placing the little pill in his hand. “Good. Now, follow me and we’ll conduct this little trial,” Ivo grinned as Shawn stood up. “You stay out here, ya little shit,” he said, whispering to Peter, who remained slump in his chair.

End of Part 1