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I am the Debt

Author: Missy Smith
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-16 00:19:53

– Mina –

The clinic did not breathe. It held its air like a body waiting to stiffen. The lights above us flickered as if the wiring itself was scared, shadows pulsing across the three beds lined against the wall.

Luca is in the center, Frankie on the right, and Santo on the left.

Three men who were never supposed to fall like this. I sat between Luca and Frankie with my bad leg propped up on a crate. Every inch of me ached, my stitches burning each time I shifted. The medic had warned me to stay still as if I had anywhere to go.

Joey stood at the foot of the beds with dried blood stiffening the sleeves of his shirt. His hands stayed in fists, opening and closing without rhythm. Tony guarded the doorway, gun in hand, eyes sharp.

The machines beeped softly. That was the only sound until my phone buzzed once in my lap, a single vibration. No preview. No name. Tony’s head snapped toward me. My thumb was already on the screen.

Good girl.

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