Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

4 Torrent Of Misfortunes

''D-don't tell me.'' The divorce papers fell to the ground, and Antonio glared at Jasmine with murderous intent.

''Phew, I was afraid at first that the prison had turned you into a dummy, at least you're still smart as I used to know you.''

It was Alessio who replied this time around, amidst his fervent hot, deep kiss, as his tongue fought with Jasmine's.

Antonio's face went blank, devoid of colour. He was momentarily frozen in one place, but soon, the heavy moans in the room jolted him awake.

''I'll remember this.'' Antonio's whisper sounded as though it was from the deepest part of hell, making both Alessio and Jasmine shudder.

Clenching his fist to stop himself from trembling, he collected the papers on the floor, and turned to leave. Glancing back at them once more, he nodded before walking out of the room.

''Uh- uh, lock the door, please.'' Jasmine's voice trailed off, melting in ecstasy.

It appeared that since all his properties had been confiscated by the government, Alessio had bought this one personally, turning it into a bed of roses for him and Jasmine.

Antonio initially thought that this particular house would be spared by the government since he inherited it from his mother, and he planned to ask Jasmine to let them sell the house so they could start anew.

Begin a fresh life and once again slowly accumulate their wealth and rise back to the top where he once belonged to.

However, his encounter today had branded a mark of torment on his heart, forever leaving it burning in pain.

The cold wind brushed his bare face as he stepped out, reminding him that he hadn't fallen into a dream, and that everything, so far, was real.

His breathing was a bit irregular, and his train of thoughts was in disarray, clouded with disharmony and negativity.

Yet, he didn't allow his current state to cloak his sense of reasoning.

He threw the flower which he had painstakingly bought as a gift for Jasmine, and he watched as the beautiful yellow petals landed in the snow.

The flower no longer looked as pretty as it was when he bought it. Everything about it now looked ugly, as it only reminded him of the filthy person called Jasmine.

The cab he ordered soon arrived, and Antonio slumped into the seat, not muttering anything to the driver, after informing him of his destination.

He was heading back to his younger brother's flat.

His brother also inherited their parents' wealth, just like he did.

However, Michele's properties and consolidated wealth had all gone down the drain.

It all began when he was sent to prison. The government had found a loophole to drag his brother into his mess, leading to Michele's riches being seized while only leaving him with a small portion.

Yet, that small portion would've been enough to live a comfortable life if everything went as predicted, but fate was far from being kind.

Antonio had felt that urgent sense of foreboding when he noticed that his brother had stopped visiting him in the prison.

After a while, he found out that his brother had been diagnosed with three types of cancer, and had been hospitalized.

As soon as Antonio left the prison, about three months back, he had been in the old flat where his brother now lived. That was until the doctors emphasized that Michele would have to stay in the hospital as he underwent sophisticated medical procedures.

Despite his fatal condition, just at the brink of death, Michele always made sure to put on a bright face.

Urging his elder brother not to worry about him. He had even asked him to start a new life with the little money that remained in his account, since he was better off dead.

Yet, Antonio was adamant in his decision to see Michele recover his health.

He was only twenty-three, the only light left for him in this dark tunnel where his destiny had fallen.

He wouldn't allow anything to take away his only source of hope, even if he had to sell himself.

Bam!

The wooden door slammed shut, as Antonio entered the flat.

He was going to take a hot shower to relieve himself of the turbulent day.

Out of habit, he went to check the voicemail, knowing he wouldn't receive anything important. It wasn't as if he were expecting something from any Messiah anyway.

However, today seemed to be different, as he had a voicemail left for him.

''Hello Mr Antonio.'' He heard an old, familiar voice, which made his chest instinctively tighten.

''Calling from Enzo hospital. Your younger brother's condition has worsened and it has reached the terminal stage. You have to deposit a sum of 850,000 thousand dollars for him to undergo a series of surgeries, transplants, and as well as buy the novel antineoplastic drug. He's currently in a coma, so please do this before Friday.''

The electronic voice ended abruptly, and Antonio dropped the telephone, which smashed into pieces as it hit the floor.

''W-what's happening to me.'' Antonio collapsed to the floor, with a dazed expression.

Today was Tuesday, he only had until Friday, and that's less than seventy-two hours.

His day couldn't go worse than this, it was as if he had been plagued with misfortune, one that would haunt him down to his grave.

850,000 dollars? Where was he supposed to find this?

'He said, he's in a coma.'' That stray thought jolted Antonio awake, making him come to his senses momentarily.

'I need to visit him at least to know what the situation is like.' He quickly sprang out of the flat completely forgetting about the hot shower.

'Dare God, please…' Antonio sobbed inwardly, as the grip on his knees tightened inside the cab he just took, as he headed for the hospital.

About thirty minutes later, he paid the driver and dashed into the hospital, heading to his brother's ward.

However, a frown soon etched on his face, realizing that his brother was nowhere to be found.