I Paid A Mafia Boss For Our Night novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Danger Again

"Do you even have the right to ask why I'm selling your house? I'm doing it to pay off your damn gambling debts!" I should have let him die on Pink Island, and he dares call me a whore. Just for whom I became a whore?

"You're useless!" He said, leaning on the back of the sofa to keep from falling, his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes reminded me of the word "demon." "Even after sleeping with Antonio, you couldn't gain any benefits. How did I raise such a useless thing, a waste! If it were Valentina, she would have…"

"How dare you bring her up? How dare you!" I swung the basin at his head and body, hitting him until he ran around screaming, "You don't deserve to be our father!"

He protected his head, confronting me across the sofa, "I am still your father, how dare you hit your father!"

Breathing heavily with fury, I wished I could hit him more, "I'll sell the house, the car, all the valuable items to pay off the debts. You can choose to disagree, but if the casino people come and threaten to chop off your hands or feet, I won't say a word."

I walked past the sofa, catching a glimpse of my drunken father, now fearful, and a surge of disappointment and grievance overwhelmed me.

How many times have I asked myself, why is my father such a gambling, drunken mess?

Where had the affectionate father gone, the one who would lovingly call me his precious daughter, the one who would carry me and Valentina on his shoulders?

I wiped the tears from my eyes and returned the basin to the kitchen. With no mood to cook lunch, I grabbed my handbag and went out to retrieve my camera.

I had contacted a buyer on Facebook who agreed to buy my second-hand car for $3, 000. After some bargaining, the final deal was set at $2, 800.

The deal was to take place near Chiara's repair shop, where I arrived early to pick up the camera first.

The shop assistant, a chubby girl with braided pigtails and freckles on her nose, greeted me with a cute smile. "You finally came, my boss has been talking about you every day."

As I looked at the posters in the shop window, she beckoned me inside, "There's a joint photography exhibition. There are schools in Milan, New York, and Boston. Interested? I'll let you in on a secret, our boss has some tickets for the show."

She cheerfully took the receipt from my hand to fetch the camera, "Have a seat and a cup of coffee while I get this for you."

The shop was small, filled mostly with repair equipment, except for a glass cabinet at the back displaying new cameras, including the ALPA I had always admired.

"Every time you come, you look at that camera. Why not just buy it?" Chiara teased, leaning lazily against the counter.

"You're still hoping to boost your sales, huh?" I laughed, "Maybe one day when I have the money, I'll definitely buy that ALPA."

"Just one ALPA isn't enough; you should get a few lenses, like choosing clothes in a dressing room," Chiara joked, "How about this one? A hundred and fifty thousand. Is it iced coffee?"

"I wish I were rich," I smiled, taking the coffee from Chiara, "Thanks."