THIS BOOK IS NOT PART OF THE 'NANNY FOR THE MAFIA' SERIES.
Have you ever heard that opposites attract each other?
But what happens when equals attract each other?
Both like to be in control.
Both deny their feelings.
Both are stubborn.
They hate eac...
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3 years ago
I spent the last three days inside the hospital, I did shift after shift, and now I'm barely standing. I drag my ass out of the car and to the front door of my apartment, after ten minutes of looking for the fucking keys that seem to be disappeared in the black hole that is my purse, I finally find them.
I go to put the key in the lock but I notice the door is unlocked, now I'm pissed, I'm tired, I spent ten minutes looking for the fucking keys and the door is open and now I was probably robbed.
Great, just fucking great.
Silently, I went back to my car and took the gun from under the driver's seat, I close the car once again and make my way to the door.
Again.
I should call the police but fuck it, to be honest, I'm just hoping that whoever they are, are long gone. I don't have much for them to take, maybe the TV and stuff like that.
I make my way inside, there are droplets of blood on the floor, and in the middle of my living room there's my best friend pacing back and forward, his white shirt stained with blood.
"Andrea, what the fuck?" I said, putting the safety on and tucking the gun in the back of my jeans.
"Ju, thank fuck. I need your help." He said and hugged me.
"What's going on? Are you hurt? Is this your blood?"
"No, it's my brother, he needs your help. I can't go to the hospital, please, you're the only one I trust."
"What happened?"
Andrea and I met when I was in college, I went to a club we kinda that had a one-night stand, and we became best friends. Three years ago he came out as gay, he said he always thought about boys but never acted on it, but he had a taste and since then he doesn't want anything else.
Good for him, as long as he's happy, I'm happy too.
I don't know exactly what he does, I mean I kinda do because he once was so drunk he talked some things. It was just us, something about the mafia, I was drunk too so I just remember bits and pieces. But anyway, even if it's true, that wouldn't change a thing because I have my share with the crime life too.
"My brother, Nic was shot, twice." He said.
"Twice? Fuck Andrea, I don't know what I can do, this is not a hospital."
"I know, just please do your best."
He started walking to my bedroom, when I got there, there were two other guys, one sat at the end of the bed, with a towel pressed on his shoulder and the other was next to the guy I guess it's Nic pressing into is stomach and leg.
"Fuck." I shouted.
"Please, Ju." Andrea said from my side.
"Alright, go to the bathroom, I need warm water and inside the cabinet, there's a hospital bag. I need light in here, get me all the lamps you can find." I ordered.
