Page 3 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)
The men gripped my shoulders, pressing me back against the chair as the doctor set his bag down on a nearby table and methodically withdrew a small device that resembled a modified thermometer.
“These measures hormone levels and pheromone signatures,” he explained with clinical detachment, as if I were a patient in his office rather than a captive. “Resistance will only make this more uncomfortable for you.”
I jerked my head away. “Don’t touch me! What part of ‘no’ is confusing to you people?”
Antonio’s fingers dug into my shoulder, hard enough to bruise. “Stay still, pretty boy, or we’ll knock you out like your old man.”
Dr. Rossi grasped my jaw with latex-gloved fingers and pressed the device against my scent gland. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as it beeped softly. He studied the small digital display with the focus of a scientist reviewing data.
“Well?” De Luca prompted.
“He’s an omega,” Dr. Rossi confirmed, his tone matter of fact. “Healthy, with remarkably high fertility markers. He’s not in heat currently, but his cycle appears to be approaching. According to these readings, he should naturally enter heat within the next twenty-four hours.”
“His medical records?” De Luca inquired.
Dr. Rossi consulted a tablet. “Interesting. He’s on triple the standard suppressant dosage. Unusual for someone his age.” The doctor’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Notes indicate extremely intense heat cycles that border on dangerous without medication.”
De Luca’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “Exceptional fertility and intense heats? Perfect. This exceeds my expectations.” He turned to me with renewed interest. “You’ve been hiding quite a gift, Mr. Hart.”
The doctor reached into his bag and produced a small vial and syringe. “This will neutralize any blockers or suppressants in his system, allowing his natural heat cycle to progress normally.”
“No!” I renewed my struggles, panic surging through me.
My mind raced with terrifying thoughts I wouldn’t dare voice aloud.
My heats weren’t just “intense,” they were debilitating, almost dangerous.
Without my carefully calibrated medication regimen, I’d be reduced to a desperate, mindless creature driven by biological need so severe it bordered on torturous.
The triple dose of suppressants wasn’t an indulgence, it was survival.
But telling De Luca that would only please him more. I could see it in his eyes; my suffering would be a feature, not a bug, in his twisted plan. The more desperate my heat, the more likely I’d conceive quickly.
I closed my eyes, silently wondering how I’d survive the coming days. When my heat hit full force, I wouldn’t just want relief—I’d need it to maintain my sanity.
“Wait!” I cried out. “At least tell me what happens to my father if I do this! I need guarantees!”
De Luca studied me with renewed interest, perhaps surprised by my attempt to negotiate despite my position.
“If I do this,” I said slowly, forcing my voice to remain steady, “I want guarantees. Written contracts. My father gets medical care immediately. And I want to see him regularly, to know he’s alright.”
De Luca’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Bold of you to make demands in your position.”
“You need me,” I countered, summoning every ounce of courage I possessed. “A willing omega will have a better chance of conception than one who’s fighting against their own biology every step of the way.”
For a moment, De Luca simply stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then he laughed, the sound bouncing off the warehouse walls.
“You have spirit, Mr. Hart. I’ll give you that.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Very well. You’ll have your guarantees. Your father will receive immediate medical attention. And you may see him, once he’s stabilized and once you’ve fulfilled your first obligation.”
“Which is?”
“Meeting your alphas, of course.” De Luca’s smile turned cruel. “My men are already en route to collect them from the hospital. By tonight, we’ll have them securely in our facility.”
My stomach dropped. The Vitale Brotherhood. I’d heard whispers about their ruthlessness, their power. These weren’t just any alphas; they were apex predators in human form. And De Luca intended to use them, to force me to become part of his twisted legacy plan.
A choked sob escaped as the reality of my situation crashed over me. My father’s life for my freedom. My body for his safety. The weight of what I’d agreed to pressed down on my chest until I could barely breathe.
I’d just sold my future to save my father’s life.
In a few hours, my own biology would betray me, turning me into exactly what De Luca needed, a desperate omega driven by instincts I couldn’t control.
The humiliation burned hotter than any fever, knowing these powerful men would see me at my most vulnerable, my most primal.
As De Luca’s men led me from the warehouse, I caught my reflection in a dusty window—pale, terrified, but somehow still standing. I straightened my shoulders slightly, clinging to whatever dignity I could salvage.
Whatever happened next, my life as I knew it was over. But I would survive it. I had to.
For my father. For myself.