The Bill Comes Due

Maya's POV

The coffee pot slipped from my hands and crashed against the floor.

Hot liquid splashed everywhere as the old man at table three started choking on his pie. I rushed over, pounding his back until he spit up a chunk of apple. His face turned red, then purple, then back to normal.

"You okay, Mr. Peterson?" I asked, my heart still racing.

He nodded and wiped his mouth. "Thanks, sweetheart. That was close."

Too close. I grabbed a mop and started cleaning up the coffee mess. This was my third job today - morning shift at the coffee shop, afternoon classes, and now the night shift at Danny's Diner. My feet hurt so bad I could barely stand, but I needed every dollar.

The diner was almost empty except for Mr. Peterson and a trucker reading a newspaper in the corner booth. Outside, rain hit the windows like tiny bullets. The neon sign buzzed and flickered, casting weird shadows on the walls.

My phone rang just as I finished mopping.

Unknown number. I almost didn't answer. Unknown numbers meant bill collectors or people trying to sell me things I couldn't buy.

"Hello?" I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while wiping down tables.

"Maya." The voice was shaky and scared. "Maya, baby, is that you?"

I dropped the rag. "Dad?"

My father had been missing for three weeks. No note, no goodbye, no explanation. Just gone. The rent was overdue, the electric company kept calling, and I had exactly twelve dollars in my bank account.

"Dad, where are you? I've been so worried—"

"Listen to me very carefully." His voice was different. Desperate. Like when Mom died and he couldn't stop crying for days. "You need to run. Right now."

"What are you talking about? Run where?"

"They're coming for you, Maya. I'm so sorry. I never wanted this to happen."

My stomach dropped. "Who's coming? What did you do?"

"I owe them money. A lot of money. And now they want—"

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone, my hands shaking. Dad owed people money? What kind of people? How much money?

Thunder crashed outside, making me jump. The lights flickered, and for a second, the diner went completely dark.

When the lights came back on, I saw them.

Four black cars pulled up in front of the diner, their engines rumbling like hungry beasts. The cars were expensive - the kind rich people drove in movies. They looked out of place on this rundown street where most people could barely afford gas.

The first car's door opened.

A man stepped out, tall and broad-shouldered. Even through the rain and the diner's dirty windows, I could see he was handsome in a cold, scary way. His dark hair was slicked back, and he moved like a predator hunting prey.

The other three cars opened too. More men got out, all of them big and dangerous-looking. They wore suits that probably cost more than I made in six months.

But it was the leader who made my blood freeze.

He looked directly at me through the window and pointed.

His finger aimed at my face like a gun.

Mr. Peterson followed my stare and gasped. "Maya, honey, who are those men?"

I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

The leader said something to the other men, and they all started walking toward the diner. Their footsteps echoed on the wet pavement like a death march.

"Maya!" Mr. Peterson grabbed my arm. "Who are they?"

"I don't know," I whispered, but that wasn't true. Deep down, I knew exactly who they were. The people Dad owed money to. The people who were coming to collect.

But collect what? I didn't have any money. I could barely pay for food.

The diner's bell chimed as the front door opened.

The leader stepped inside, water dripping from his suit. Up close, he was even more terrifying. His eyes were cold gray, like winter sky before a storm. When he looked at me, I felt like he could see every secret I'd ever kept.

"Maya Chen," he said. His voice was smooth but deadly, like poisoned honey.

It wasn't a question. He knew exactly who I was.

"I think you have the wrong person," I managed to say, even though my voice shook.

He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. "Your father sends his regards."

The other three men came in behind him, filling up the small diner. One was even bigger than the leader, with scars on his hands that looked like knife wounds. Another had a charming smile that didn't reach his eyes. The third stayed near the door, silent and watching everything like a security camera.

Mr. Peterson stood up slowly. "Now see here, you can't just—"

"Sit down, old man," the big one with scars said. His voice rumbled like an earthquake. "This doesn't concern you."

Mr. Peterson sat down fast.

The leader never took his eyes off me. "Your father owes us money, Miss Chen. A considerable amount."

"How much?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"Two million dollars."

The number hit me like a punch to the gut. Two million. Dad owed two million dollars to these people.

"That's impossible," I said. "My dad's an accountant. He doesn't have that kind of money."

"No," the leader agreed. "He doesn't. Which is why we're here to discuss alternative payment methods."

The way he said "alternative payment methods" made my skin crawl.

"I don't have any money either," I said quickly. "I work three jobs just to pay rent. I can't help you."

"Oh, but you can." The leader stepped closer. "You see, Miss Chen, in our business, debts are always paid. One way or another."

The charming one laughed. "She's pretty enough, Dante. Could be worth something."

My heart stopped. Worth something? They were talking about me like I was a car they could sell.

"I'm not paying for my father's mistakes," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Find him and get your money from him."

"We would love to," the big one said. "But dear old Dad seems to have disappeared. Funny thing about that."

The silent one by the door spoke for the first time. His voice was quiet but somehow more frightening than the others. "Fathers run. Daughters pay."

I looked around desperately. Mr. Peterson was staring at his coffee cup, too scared to help. The trucker had vanished - probably snuck out the back when the men came in. I was alone with four dangerous strangers who thought I owed them two million dollars.

"Please," I said. "I'm just a college student. I work at a coffee shop and a diner. I don't know anything about my father's business."

"Then you're about to learn," the leader - Dante - said. "Vincent Chen borrowed money from us. Lots of money. When he couldn't pay, he borrowed more. And more. Until he owed us everything."

"What did he need the money for?"

"Gambling debts. Bad investments. Medical bills from your mother's cancer treatment." Dante's cold smile returned. "He loved his family very much. Too bad he wasn't better at math."

Mom's medical bills. The words hit me like a slap. Dad had borrowed money to pay for Mom's treatment? The treatment that didn't work anyway?

"So here's what's going to happen," Dante continued. "You're going to come with us. Willingly or otherwise."

"Come where? To do what?"

"To settle your father's debt. However we see fit."

The room spun around me. These men wanted to take me somewhere to pay Dad's gambling debts. I didn't need anyone to explain what that meant.

"No," I said, backing toward the kitchen. "I won't go anywhere with you."

"I was hoping you'd say that," the big one cracked his knuckles. "I like it when they fight back."

I ran.

Behind the counter, through the kitchen, toward the back door. My sneakers slipped on the greasy floor, but I kept running. Freedom was just twenty feet away.

The back door was locked.

I fumbled with the deadbolt, my fingers shaking so hard I could barely turn it. Behind me, I heard the men's footsteps getting closer.

The lock finally turned, and I yanked the door open.

A fifth man stood in the alley, blocking my escape. He was younger than the others but just as dangerous. When he smiled, I saw gold teeth that gleamed in the dim light.

"Going somewhere, princess?"