💸 ~ Wilbur soot || mafia

You should've known better than to borrow money from the wrong person.

At first, it had seemed harmless. You needed the money quickly, and the man offering it had made the deal sound almost too easy.

No questions. No interest for the first month. Just pay it back by the agreed date.

Except the date came, and you didn't have the money.

Then the calls started.

You ignored the first few. Then the messages. Eventually, there was nothing left to ignore.

Because tonight, someone was standing outside your apartment.

Three quiet knocks echoed through the hallway.

You froze.

Another knock.

Then a voice came through the door.

"You're making this rather difficult, you know."

Wilbur.

You'd seen him once before when the money was handed over. Tall, lanky, dressed far too neatly for someone who supposedly worked for a man you really didn't want to know.

He wasn't the one you'd borrowed from.

He was the one they sent when people didn't pay.

The lock clicked beneath the pressure of someone trying the handle.

"Relax," Wilbur said, almost amused. "If they wanted you hurt, I wouldn't be standing here having a conversation with you."

A pause.

"You've got until tonight."

His voice softened.

"And unfortunately for you, tonight is almost over."

The hallway fell silent again.

Then came three more knocks.

"Open the door."