Doctor to the mafia

Chapter 6

Alessio

I swing my fist towards Gregor again, making an impact with his jaw. He groans as his eyes roll back into his head and he's out. I shake out my fingers. My fist is sore from the over ten hard hits I have made to his face and the least twenty hits to his torso.

"Here, boss!" Louie reaches an ice pack to me and I place it on my bruised knuckles.

"Make sure he's uncomfortable when he wakes up." I start to walk out of the dungeon cell Gregor is kept in. It has chains to hold him in any position you can think of. "Naked! And anyone who wants to fuck his arse can but only I and Franco can beat him!" I shout out when I cross the threshold. Louie grunts his acknowledgment as I leave. I know there are a few of my men that enjoys fucking men and enjoy fucking them more if it's a form of torture. I meet Franco on the stairs up to the ground floor.

"He's already out cold so no fun down here." I say and Franco sighs. He follows me up again. "A fucking weak bastard! Can't take any hits at all!"

"Well. If you went all out on him there is a reason he got knocked out so quickly. You have to learn to restrain yourself." I can hear the smirk in his voice and snort back.

"How is the little doctor?" I change the subject to something more enjoyable. At least more enjoyable than I had first anticipated. When that full and soft body was pressed up against mine. I wanted to throw her on the bed and take her then and there! I blame it on the tits. Those gorgeous, large tits that almost spilled over the dress she was pressed into.

"Upset and not eating. But still there is some fire in her. She'll be a fun pet to keep here." He's silent for a second before speaking again. "And that dress. Fuck! I thought she was going to fall out of it any second!" He lets out a high whistle and I glare at him over my shoulder. She's mine!

"Yeah. I have already needed to put her in her place and I'm sure it won't be the last time." Franco laughs. I find myself curious about what she said to him. I am never curious about things like that but it seems Dr. Ross awakens sides of me I didn't know existed. We enter my office and I sit heavily down in my chair while Franco remains standing. "Have you seen your brother yet?"

"No. From the nurses I gathered that he needs to rest tonight and will take visitors tomorrow." I hum and spin my chair back and forth. "The doctor's flat is ready to be placed out for sale first thing tomorrow. All her belongings are here already except a vanity that she wanted to keep and her pillows." He chuckles to himself. I raise a brow at that.

"Her pillows?"

"Yeah. And the comforter. Then she asked for her life back." He shakes his head with an amused grin on his lips and I chuckle. Dr. Ross really will be a handful.

"Have you taken care of her car?"

"Yes. It's at the dealer already. She got a nice price for it. Of course that could be because it was Gio that did the bargain." This time I join Franco in his chuckles. "What did she do to earn herself the hard handling from you?"

"Mouthing off." I think back to her fearful but still defiant eyes. She will fight me as much as she can, too bad for her I'm as hard headed as I am cold hearted. She will never win against me and soon I will have her subdued and compliant. I shift in my seat as my trousers grow painfully tight.

"Not surprised." He yawns loudly and stretches his arms above his head. "I'm gonna hit the sack. Dead tired after Nino getting shot and all."

"Yeah. I still have some work to do. Good night, Franco."

"Sweet dreams, boss!" He smirks and hurries out the door when I throw a paperweight his way. The only ones that would dare to act like this around me are Franco and Nino. They are my brothers even if it isn't by blood. The fact that Nino will survive all this is heaven sent. Dr. Ross is heaven sent. And now she is mine.

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Catherine

I jerk awake with my heart in my throat. There is an insistent ringing coming from the alarm clock on the bedside table. I slam my hand on it to shut it the fuck up! This is my free morning. Why do I have an alarm set to wake up at...SIX?!?!

Then the elevator finally reaches the top floor. I am not at home, in my apartment, in my bedroom, in my comfortable bed. I look around this overly large room that I'm sleeping in. It is a beautiful room coloured in soft rosé and gold. It has a king sized four poster bed in offwhite metal with sheer rosé fabric hanging from the posts. The bed was filled with white and rosé colored pillows and a matching cover. I threw them all down on the floor after my things were delivered here. Everything feels expensive and luxurious. There has been no expenses spared on the rich fabrics and soft mattress.

In front of the floor to ceiling windows is a small glass and offwhite metal table with matching chairs with rosé colored stuffed seats. Velvet curtains in rosé and gold block out the soft morning sun. On the wall opposite the bed the two doors to the walk-in-closet (from my dreams) and luxurious bathroom are situated. Between the two is a big television set on the wall. In front of it is a large, soft looking sofa with fluffy pillows and soft blankets.

The walls are painted offwhite except the wall behind the bed that has a rosé and gold colored wallpaper. On the white washed wooden floor there are rosé colored rugs that give the room some more warmth and comfort. The room is beautiful and perfect. It must be decorated for a woman, with all the rosé and gold and that makes me curious of whose room this was before me.

Along one wall all my clothes and things are packed down in bags and boxes. I feel a heavy weight in my stomach. My whole life now in boxes in a foregin room that I have not chosen on my own to stay in. A room that might be my last until the day I die. Locked up by a mafia boss because I saved one of his men.

The tears threaten to fall again but I blink them back. I allowed myself to cry and pity myself yesterday when I was exhausted after an over twenty four hour long shift and the visit to my mom. Today I have to stay strong. I have to survive this. So far no one has hurt me in any way and I hope it will stay that way.

I get out of bed and search through my bags for something to wear today. I pick a pair of loose trousers and an even more loose top. I know I have no fashion sense but I want to hide my body as much as I can. At work it doesn't matter. Patients don't care if the doctor is slightly overweight and the scrubs are not designed to be flattening in any way. That's the place I feel most comfortable, the place where I'm not ashamed of my appearance. Now I don't even have that place.

I take a long shower in the luxurious bathroom. It has a huge bathtub sitting right in front of a large window with beautiful views of the grounds. There is also a walk-in-shower big enough to easily fit two people, or more. The floor and walls are beautiful white marble and the rest of the tones go in grayscale and gold.

I have just finished dressing and am brushing my hair when someone knocks on my door. I open the door with the brush halfway through my tangled lengths and Pierto is standing outside.

"It is time for breakfast." He says and then turns to walk away without checking if I'm ready to leave. I stare after him for a second, shocked about his behavior, before I throw the brush towards my bed, of course I miss by at least a foot but I don't care, and then run after him.

Alessio seems to be possessive about his new doctor already. I wonder what he has planned for our dear Catherine...

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