Doctor for the mafia (Book 1 of 'Doctor' duology)

Thirty five

I remember waking up happy, I remember smiling even before drinking my coffee.

And I remember, that my happiness lasted two hours.

In my past life, I must've been a total fucking bitch to deserve all this shit.

My father gave me away like nothing. Was I not important to him? Like I said before I knew he was suffering from my mother's death, and he stopped acting like a father the moment my mother's heart stopped beating.

But I let it go, I tried to understand his pain.

But give your only daughter away? Who does that?

Stupid question. He did that.

Does that mean that he might be alive somewhere?

I forgave him, I thought he simply died and I had to pay for his mistakes, but with money, NOT with my body. For this, I can't forgive him. And if he's alive out there, I will fucking kill him.

I feel cold, I feel that my wounds were taken care of. I also feel the cold hard floor underneath my back, I can smell something rusty, moldy, and shitty.

And do I smell the sea?

I can also hear someone breathing, somewhere in the same room I'm in. But I don't open my eyes, if I do, things will get real. I don't want this to be real, I ran for ten years from these people. And now that I was starting to feel happy, this happens.

Maybe if I didn't live with the guys, I would be safe.

What? No.

I can't blame them.

I do NOT blame them.

Stupid thoughts.

This shit was destined to happen, my freedom was on borrowed time. I'm not saying that I will simply give up, and do what they want.

Fuck no.

I will try to get out, I will try to go back to Andrea, the guys, and Niccolo. Ah, Niccolo, things were going so well, my heart beats faster and I feel safe with the thought of him at this moment.

That's why I keep my eyes closed for now.

I'm making the illusion last.

"Are you okay?" A deep but smooth voice says, pulling me out from my safe space in my head.

With a groan, I start sitting up and opened my eyes slowly. The smell around me intensifies, and the pain hits me, I look around me to see where I am. Just great.

Cells.

I look around once again, my eyes stop at a dark figure inside the cell next to mine, I see it moving and I can't help but gasp when the man's eyes land on mine.

It's an old version of him,

It's an old version of Niccolo with some of Andrea's features.

He's their father.

"You were supposed to be dead. " I said without thinking, his eyebrows furrowed from hearing my words and he went back to the shadows without a word.

I just scared my supposed father-in-law.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, your family thinks you're dead. " I said quickly.

"You know my family?" Papa Wright asked and came forward once again, and I took in his state.

His clothes were dirty and ripped, he was practically skin and bones, his dark hair was long and his beard easily reached his stomach. Some bruises on his face and hands.

What have they done to him?

"Yes, Andrea is my best friend, Niccolo is, well is complicated, and your wife is a wonderful person." I say and I can see his eyes filled with tears.

"Who are you? How are they? How's my wife? The family business?" He asked question after question.

"They are all fine, they talked so many good things about you. They all think of you every day. They miss you. The business is one of the best. Do you know where we are? Oh, I'm Julianna."

"Julianna? These men are constantly talking about a girl named Julianna, she's supposed to be the donna of this mafia with Marcello."

"I guess that's me, but no fucking away I'll be anything to them. Are we near the beach? "

"We are in a boat." Fuck.

"Can you tell me what happened to you?" I asked softly. He took a deep breath and started talking.

"I was with a small group of my man, we were in one of the warehouses, we were supposed to be safe, there were 10 guards around the perimeter and another 25 inside. Then the Italian showed up out of nowhere, my men were killed, and he left me for last, I thought he was going to kill me there, he wanted me to suffer, he wanted to make my family suffer and he made me call them. I said my last goodbyes and waited for death. I heard the gun going off right next to my head, making me deaf for a minute. The phone was snatched out of my hand and he said he would keep me alive, I don't know why. Ten years later I still don't."

"Who is 'he'?" I asked.

"The Italian don. "

" And you've been here for ten years?"

"Yes, they usually come here three times a week, one for food, two for water. I know we are in a boat, we are always moving, and when we stop it's no longer than two hours."

"Shit."

"Shit is right, young lady." He says with a small chuckle.

"Well, how would you like to get out of here?" I asked him.

"I tried and look where I am ."

"But I didn't. Yet." After that, we stayed in silence.

My head was running faster than ever. I need to find out what Marcello wants for me. I need to come up with a plan, but being in a fucking boat in the middle of the fucking sea it's hard to come up with anything.

And I need to take papa Wright with me.

I bet Niccolo and the guys are looking for me, even when I told him not to. He won't find me. I don't know for how long I was out, the bullet wound was cleaned and stitched, my cuts were also cleaned.

It was so fucking cold, that I could be in the Antarctic.

All I wanted was to be happy.