Mafia Contracted Wife

Hospital

Ava Anderson

I gasped at the sight of the families face that stood before us, his hand raised indicating he was also about to open the door. It was one of the doctors in the hospital I worked in though he resigned some months ago.

He seemed taken aback to see me as his jaw dropped and eyes widened in shock. "Ava?" He said stepping aside as we entered the room.

I smiled at him "I never knew you work here" I replied.

He stretched the back of his neck out of nervousness "The offer was not something I could resist, the bills were increasing each day" He said.

I nodded in reply still trying to understand whether there was no other better paying place out there than the mafia. I would surely freak out if I was given this opportunity and nothing will make me accept it.

There was no need to question him any further because we were just two different people who talked formally while in the hospital, I don't even remember his name. Secondly I came here to see the condition of my best friend, Zoe.

There she was laying on the bed, a drip was connected to her left arm and she was sound asleep. Marco did not really go into details on how bad the attack was but I was glad I was not seeing much bruise on her body, it was just a small cut on her head which was wrapped up.

I sat on the chair beside her bed taking her cold pale right hand in mine "How is she?"I asked the doctor whose name is still can't seem to remember.

"She is better than when she was brought in, just a few more days here before she can be diacharged" Dante rushed to where I was and mirrored my act, just hat he was rubbing her arms, I rolled my eyes at his chikdish behaviour.

"Has she woken up?" I asked hoping for a positive response.

"Yes but she had to sedate her again since she was practically screaming" He said winking at the thought, I knew Zoe well enough to know how her reaction would be waking up to see strange faces.

Marco nodded at me before leaving the room quietly its te doctor should wanted to speak more about Zoe. Dante was still rubbing the back of her arm which was slightly irritating.

He doesn't even know her from anywhere, what's with this guy?

"Can you stop that? She won't like it" I said trying to keep my tone neutral instead of the irritation.

He responded by bringing the back of her hand to his lips placing a kiss on it while still maintaining eye contact with me.

Gross.

I looked away checking out the room. It was an average size room with walls painted in a sky blue colour. The place smelt like a typical hospital just that this one does not have much patient except in cases when they go out on their illegal missions and come back with injuries.

"Tell me about your friend" I looked up at the sound of Dante's voice. He was sitted on the only couch in the room, I did not notice when he moved there.

"What do you want to know about her?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. He could easily pay a private investigator to find out things about her instead of asking me.

Isn't that what happens in all mafia stories? Rich people and the way they waste money.

"Like her favorite colour, food, fashion magazines and all that stuff. Is she even funny?" He picked up a sport magazine from the stool near the couch.

"She is fun when you get to know her. Wait till she wakes up to know more about her. Now, tell me about Mr Sniper" I said turning the tables.

"First of all, you need to call him by his name since he hates nicknames especially the one you have given him. Second he is a private man and is more likely to kill me if-" He paused as he pulled his shirt closer to his ear, I noticed a small walkie talkie on the shirt.

"You are like best friends, why will he want to kill you?"I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckled in response before he began to unbuttoned his shirt.

I jumped off the bed running over to him to prevent him from doing so " What are you doing?, stop that" I glared at him but being who he is, he continued but stopped at some point as he pushed the clothing off his left shoulder.

I squinted my eye seeing a scar which was most likely gotten from a bullet wound. The spot had longed healed but it still left that little scar behind.

"Lorenzo gave me that when I mistakenly shot him" He said laughing, I did not see how someone shooting you was funny.

"You could have easily killed each other and regret it" I scoffed turning back to check up on Zoe. She looked so peaceful, if only she knew what I had dragged her into.

"Well we didn't, he was so angry that night but I know he can't kill his best friend" He took my hand trying to make me touch the scar but I politely retreated it.

I stride back to my former position on the bed. There was a small bruise which was barely noticeable on Zoe's cheek, I rubbed off the crease which was laced with sweat between her eyebrows.

"How did it happened?" I asked nodding towards the scar.

"I made him break up with his ex girlfriend, his father paid her off to-" He paused as if remembering something "He'll tell you the rest bit that night was mad, it took about six men to prevent him from killing his father"

I cringed "I will like to hear the story from the horse's mouth"

"Are you calling my best friend and horse" He playfully narrowed his eyes.

"No, but he always put on the blank expression and always pursed his lips" I chuckled, for the first time since I met this guy, I actually felt comfortable.

That was a step "If he hears that from you, you'll enter into some deep shit" What is with this guy and swearing?

"Stop swearing"

He crossed his legs leaning further into the couch "Sorry Virgin Mary. Are you even a virgin?" He raised his brow waiting for an answer, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

If Zoe was not using that pillow, I would have thrown it on his head "Ask yourself that question" I said glaring at him.

I thought that was going to get him to shut up or stop asking questions but with that sly smile, this conversation was not ending anytime soon.

"I'm not a virgin but I don't have-"

"Stop!" I hollered blocking my ears. His lips were still moving as his face hosted a grin, whatever he was saying was definitely not good.

Slowly, I removed palm once I saw he was not longer talking.

"I don't have std" He shouted loud enough for everyone in this building to hear.

"You are annoying, hope you know that?" I asked bluntly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Lorenzo tells me that always and he also told me you are a Christian, how and when did you become one?" He asked.

"I was born a Christian be I dedicated my life to God when I was about sixteen, I'm sure you are not one I answered picking the dirt in my nails. He works in the mafia and does illegal things for a living so he's not.

He shrugged his shoulders, I saw hurt flashed through his eyes "I believe there is a God but I'm gone through a lot to think of him"

The room was silent after that as we both went to out thoughts. I have no idea what he was thinking but had a feeling it was about what he said last. He seemed hurt like he was going through something that no one can understand.

From what I've read in books and seen in movies, there are three ways to join the mafia. It's either you are born in it, forced to enter or willingly join. The first is the hardest because you will be given no option especially if you are a child of the 'don'.

The bond that keeps the mafia going is one.

"Omertà" I mumbled as the realisation dawn on me that I had somehow entangled myself into this whole mafia thing. Whatever I see or hear but not be said put there or else-

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