Doctor for the Mafia [original]

Ch. 5

Picture of Aiden Adami;
Samuele Dovni.
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Matteo Casciani:

"Asshole, come back here and fight like a man," I yelled as the guy, who owed us money, began to run away from me.

"Guys, he's not cooperating." I talked into the earpiece as I ran after him, "He's down the street, heading towards Aiden."

"Huh?" I heard Aiden.

"He's going towards you, do you see him?"  I asked, passing people.

"Nope. Although, I do see you."

I stopped running and looked around. I searched through the window of shops and spotted Aiden standing in line for a donut.

Kimberley Stratus:

I was on my way for an interview when I decided to stop at a donut shop. I'm hungry, sue me. The line was always long, and it always takes forever, but at the end, it's worth it. This place sells the best, fluffiest donuts.

I leaned to my left to see that there were only four more people ahead of me. That's when I notice the man in front of me was talking to himself.

"Huh?" I heard him asked. I glanced at both of his ears, no Bluetooth.

"Nope. Although, I do see you." He said as he turned, facing the exit.

Maybe he's talking to an imaginary friend? I thought as I glanced over at the direction he was looking and I saw him.

Matteo Casciani:

"Hi," Aiden said as he waved from the line.

"He's hiding," I heard Samuele through the small earpiece.

"Where?"

"Three alleyways down. Walk there, make him think that he lost you."

Before leaving, I threw Aiden a middle finger and began  I walking down to Samuele's given location.

Within ten minutes, I reached the alley, between two restaurants. Even though it was day, the alleyway was dimly lit. I walked in, silent, straining my ears for any sound he could be making.

"He's not here. He's gone."

"That's not possible, he didn't leave before you got there," Samuele said.

"You!" I heard someone from behind me yelling.

I quickly turned around to see a woman figure at the entrance of the alleyway.

Kimberly Stratus:

I went after him after I got my sugar donut, of course. I wasn't able to catch up with him before he went into the alleyway, but he was in view at all times. Is this dude in love with alleyways?

"You!" I yelled, pointing at him. I watched him turned around in surprise.

"Who are you?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"Are you seriously going to play dumb? You don't remember me?" I asked walking toward him. How does someone forget a person who saved their life?

"Look, if we fucked, it's a one-time thing." He said, walking past me.

Matteo Casciani:

"Excuse me?" She said as she grabbed my arm, turning me to face her. With the given light from being near the entrance of the alley was enough for my eyes to form her face.

"Dr. Stratus?"  I asked, shocked.

Kimberly Stratus:

"Really? Doctor Stratus? I haven't heard people calling me that for a whole two weeks because of you." I yelled, jabbing my finger into his chest, which didn't faze him.  "How can you call me that after you ruined my career? My license is suspended because of you. I was also fired! At this point, when I have my license back, I don't think any hospital would want me."

I examined his face, expecting to see guilt, but his face remained emotionless.

"Aren't you going to say something?" I asked, done with my rant.

"Look, you're a doctor-" He started.

"Was." I corrected.

"You can still be." He said, running his fingers through his dark hair, "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital."

"Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple?

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards, my face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back.

"The Mafia."

"Let go of me," I said, yanking my arm away from him and taking a step back.

"Couldn't resist, you're sexy when you're angry." Taking a step forward, closing the distance I tried to bring.

Is he crazy? The mafia? What makes him think I want to become a criminal?

"Why should I work for you when I can easily report you the police, call 911?"

Suddenly, an arm was thrown around my neck, putting me into a headlock.

"Don't move." A male whispered into my ear.
I wasn't planning on it, I thought as I eyed the knife pointed to my neck. I brought my hand up, dropping my donut bag, to show I wasn't going to do anything. Looking away from the blade, my view shifted to Mr. Mafia Man.

"Give me a week, or I will kill this girl." The guy told him as he waved the knife. I could feel him trembling as he held me, he was scared. Afraid of killing me? Or, perhaps, of Mr. Mafia Man?

Instead of replying to the guy, Mr. Mafia Man talked to me, "I'll let Jay kill you if you want to run to the police."

Hearing Mr. Mafia Man, Jay tighten his grip to the point where I was choking. In my blurry vision, I watched him shook his head, changing his mind, "Or maybe, I'll do it."

The next thing I knew, Mr. Mafia Man pulled out a gun, which was hidden behind his back, and pointed it straight at me. My thoughts disappeared, the only sound I was able to hear was me gasping for oxygen.
I looked up, trying to distract my brain as I tried to brace myself. The sound of a gunshot was the last thing I heard as everything went black.

My last thought: Will I be able to bring my donut to the afterlife?

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