Salvador Estaban, feared, dangerous Brazilian cartel leader, surprises himself when he falls for the nurse that caters to his and his men's injuries, Mona Capriotti. Little does he know, she's so much more than just the nurse...
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Mona
One year later.
I'm in my office in New York. Working overtime once again. I expanded to America despite my dad's reluctance.
There's been disruptions from others mafias that set up in New York a long time ago. Early 20th century gangs. But now they work beneath me.
Natalia, the receptionist comes in with her arms crossed.
"Can i help you?" I ask flicking through various job applications. These people apply for my mafia like it's the fucking army. And these undercover cops think they're so slick, I catch them every single time.
"Mona, stop working late like this."
"You can go home Natalia."
"Don't you want to come out with me and the girls?"
"Not tonight," i mutter "maybe another time."
She nods and leaves with her jacket in her arms.
After a couple more minutes of looking through applicants I pack and grab my bag and blazer.
When I go down the elevator I get another flashback. I miss that man. I look in the mirror and apply more of the red lipstick. I tilt my head and look in the mirror. "You look beautiful."
I sigh as I exit the building. It's fucking raining. I take off my blazer and put it over my head and start running to my car.
A big, suited body stands in front of me, making me stop in my place. I reach for the gun in my belt.
"Bonita." He whispers and I freeze. He holds an umbrella over me. Letting the rain soak over him. My blazer falls off my head and onto the floor. He looks at me and his smile melts my heart. I'm speechless. He reaches for my blazer and holds it in his arm.
I don't know what to say. I just watch him intently. "You look beautiful," he says, I step closer to him so that the umbrella covers him too. He offers me a kind smile in appreciation "the red," he points at my lips "it suits you."
"Thankyou Salvador."
The city lights reflect on the wet floor below us, brightening our faces.
"You also look beautiful." I mutter and he chuckles. I bite my lip. I missed that laugh, that smile, those eyes.
We start walking along the street, he keeps the umbrella held over us, we stand close together.
