Chapter 2 - The Mafia Boss Steps Inside Room Four Twelve
The heavy hospital door clicked softly against its frame as I stepped out of the gloomy hallway shadows and crossed the threshold of Room 412.
Linda was still kneeling beside her son’s narrow bed, her shoulders trembling violently as she tried to muffle her heartbroken sobs.
Young Keo lay fast asleep, his pale face illuminated only by the rhythmic, amber glow of the heart monitor beside him.
I didn't speak immediately; I simply stood there, absorbing the stark contrast between my violent underworld empire and this sterile hospital room.
“Linda,” I finally murmured, my voice cutting through the quiet hum of medical machinery.
She gasped, scrambling backward onto her knees before looking up and recognizing the man who paid her weekly housekeeping wages.
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“Mr. Gallo... what... what are you doing here?” she stammered, frantically wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her worn sweater.
I reached into my tailored suit jacket, pulled out a thick leather checkbook, and placed it on the small metal tray beside her.
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