Mob Doc: BLOOD

Ch7

I pried my eyes open, willing myself to take in my surroundings. It was cold, dark and wet which meant I was still outside in the garden somewhere.

Trying my best, I drew in a shaky breath and mentally assessed myself as to how physically damaged my body was at the moment.

I doubted I could pull myself up and get to the Manor again but I dreaded returning, in case I would be beaten half to death once again for something I hadn't done.

The only reason I was still alive was because he needed me as his new Mafia physician; God only knows he probably put a bullet in his first.

I hated my life but had to remind myself that there were people in worse situations than I.

Beggars can't be choosers

A droplet of rain landed on my skin, just above my collarbone and for some reason, I felt peace.

For the first time in my life I closed my eyes and let myself lay in the dark with the raindrops falling onto me.

Besides the pitter patter of the oncoming rain, it was silent.

I finally decided that I would have to face my fears head on so three was the number I counted to before I moaned at the effort of rolling myself onto my front.

I had to take some deep breaths as I forced myself through the pain and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees but stopped again.

My fingers met three holes in the ground and I realised that that was were the bullets had lodged themselves when I had heard the gunshots previously. They were probably used to scare me.

Once again, I gritted my teeth, pushing the pain to the back of my head as I crawled towards the lights of the Manor and realised that I hadn't gotten that far before I had been beaten.

Every muscle in my body ached and burned but I refused to give in as I pulled myself onto my feet and stumbled towards the Manor, using the surrounding trees for stability.

Once I had reached the steps, I sat down on the lowest one, feeling the burning in my lungs start to subside.

"Don Mikhailov wishes you to return to your bedroom." A voice from somewhere above me chided.

I couldn't bring myself to find out who it was or be shocked and scared at the suddenness of his appearance. I merely nodded and laid down on the stairs to get some rest and find the will inside me to get up and drag myself to my bedroom without doing any further damage to myself.

I must have stayed like that for at least ten minutes before I felt lighter and was lifted off of the ground; my saviour most probably being the man who relayed his most beloved Dons wishes.

Being too tired to struggle, I let him carry me to my room and throw me onto my bed, but not before noticing a certain pair of green eyes.

Once again, the world went dark.

-

I heard the babbling before my eyes opened but I couldn't make out what the voices were saying until I realised they were speaking in Russian.

"I'm not going to tell you again." I heard as I started to open my eyes.

It seemed as if the voice had been addressing me although I had been unconscious.