Todos los capítulos de The Surgeon's Debt : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Chapter 51: Shadows and Caffeine Clara A sudden, sharp gasp tore from my throat as my eyes flew open.I bolted upright, my heart instantly hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. My hands flew to my neck, expecting to feel the rough, suffocating grip of the intruder—but there was nothing. Only the soft cotton of my nightshirt and the heavy, quiet warmth of my bedroom.The storm outside had settled into a soft, rhythmic patter of rain against the glass. It was still dark, the blue-gray hues of the early morning hours just barely painting the corners of the room.Then, my eyes adjusted to the shadows.Sitting in the heavy armchair right beside my bed was Dante.He was asleep. His massive, imposing frame was slightly slouched, his chin resting against his chest. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white shirt slightly wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp line of his collarbone. Even in his sleep, his jaw was clenched, and his large hands were loosely curl

Chapter 53: Unspoken DebtsClara The coffee in my ceramic cup had gone completely lukewarm, but I couldn't bring myself to set it down. It was my shield, the only thing keeping my hands steady as the dim amber lights of the kitchen began to blend with the pale, gray hues of the breaking dawn outside.Across the marble island, Dante took a slow, deliberate sip from his mug. He looked terrifyingly out of place in the domestic quiet of a kitchen—a towering silhouette of muscle, sharp bone structure, and lingering dangerous intent. Yet, the brutal edge he carried had softened just enough for us to breathe the same air without choking on the tension."One month," I blurted out suddenly, the thought slipping past my lips before I could censor it.Dante set his cup down with a soft, metallic click against the counter, his golden eyes fixing on mine. "What?""I’ve been here for a month," I murmured, staring at the dark surface of my coffee. "Thirty days since you pulled me out that hospital.

Chapter 55: Cold Compresses and Hot TempersClara "Don't touch him, Dante! It was an accident!" I gasped, my left hand digging into the damp fabric of his shirt as a sharp, throbbing ache shot from my right wrist straight to my shoulder.Dante didn't break his glare from Luca for three agonizing seconds. The muscle in his jaw worked frantically, his chest heaving under my palm like a caged animal ready to tear through bars."Get out," Dante growled, his voice so low it sounded like grinding stones."Moving! I'm already gone!" Luca didn't hesitate. He scrambled off the mat, snatching his towel, and sprinted out the gym doors like a man who had just narrowly escaped an execution.The moment the heavy double doors slammed shut, Dante’s lethal aura shifted. He turned his full, terrifying attention to me."Let me see it," he commanded, his voice dropping into a tight, strained baritone.Before I could answer, he didn't even give me the option to walk. He slid one massive arm behind my kne

Chapter 57: The Weight of a PromiseClaraOutside the door, two sharp, heavy knocks echoed through the mahogany, making me jump half an inch off the cold marble floor."Clara," Dante’s deep, smooth voice rumbled, sounding entirely too close. "Are you going to stay in there all night, or are you coming back out to inspect the rest of my family history?"I squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a muffled groan into my knees before forcing myself to stand up. "I'm washing my hands! It's a medical protocol! Hygiene takes time!"A low, vibrating laugh filtered through the wood. "Your protocol has lasted ten minutes, Doctor.""It's a thorough scrub!" I snapped, turning the gold faucet on and splashing freezing water onto my face.I stared at my reflection in the mirror—cheeks flushed bright red, dark hair slightly disheveled, and my dark eyes wide with sheer panic.Get it together, Clara. You are a surgeon. You handle open-heart procedures. You can handle one insufferable Capo.I took three dee

Chapter 59: The SmokescreenClara The heavy stench of copper, burning rubber, and cordite hit my lungs the second the armored SUV came to a halt along the dark mountain road."Clara, stay in the vehicle! I am not asking!" Luca barked, unholstering his weapon and stepping out into the shadows.I didn't listen. The doctor in me completely took over, overriding any sense of caution. I pulled the heavy Kevlar vest tight, grabbed a roll of tourniquets and trauma shears from the vehicle’s emergency kit, and followed him out into the cold night air."Doc! Get back inside!" one of the guards shouted, but I sprinted straight toward a young guard kneeling on the asphalt, clutching a heavily bleeding wound on his upper thigh."Hold still," I commanded, dropping to my knees beside him."Doc... what are you doing here?" he gasped, his face pale under the moonlight."Shut up and breathe," I ordered softly, my hands moving fast. Ignoring the aching throbbing in my own right wrist, I wrapped the tac