Doctor for the Mafia [original]

Ch. 7

Picture of Giovanni;
Mariano Di Vaio.

Kimberly Stratus: 

"Who said I would be working for you?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I did." He said, nonchalantly.

"What makes you think I will cooperate?" I pushed.

"I'm not the one who is unemployed and struggling to find money to make ends meet, or trying to clear my name from being guilty."

I thought about it for a second. He was right, I was unemployed and looking for a job. Then I remembered about the interview for a full-time waiter, down at the dinner, I missed just to chase after him. Which reminds me of what happened in the alleyway.

"You tried to kill me!" I said, bringing up yesterday.

"You wanted to report me to the police." He shrugged as he defended himself.

I should report to the police, but would that even get my license back? It still doesn't change the fact that I was the doctor helping him. It'll only make a bigger mess, this will be all over the news again. Besides, it's nothing different than working in the hospital, right? I'll just be helping injured people.

I bit my lip and looked outside the window, making up my mind.

"Did you mean it when you said you were going to pay me triple?" I asked, watching Mr. Mafia Man's lips move into a smirk.

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I didn't realize I was starving until I took a bite of the chocolate muffin. Matteo left to get me new clothes I can change into, seeing that I was in my attire from yesterday, red blouse, black legging, and white heels that matched my purse.

There was a knock on my door, instead of Mr. Mafia Man, a man poked his head through the door.

"Who are you?" I asked, setting my muffin down and getting up from the couch.

"Giovanni."  He introduced himself as he walked in, sets of clothes in his arms. "Matteo wanted me to tell you that he picked these out especially for you." He grinned as if he knew something I didn't.

"Thank you," I said, sounding so unsure that it sounded more like a question. Giovanni laid down the clothes on the bed and walked over to me, handing over the towel.

"No problem." He shrugged, but that sly smile was still plastered on his face.

Before leaving the room, he stopped in front of the door, "Want me to join you?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I sent him a disgusted look.

"I'll take that as a 'later.'" He winked and disappeared.

Note to self: Don't run into the Giovanni dude.

Matteo Casciani :

I was in Serena's closet, looking for clothes for Kimberly. Her body shape was very similar to my younger sister, who happened to be the same age her. I guess sisters are helpful in a way.

I picked a variety of clothes she could choose from and walked out of my sister's room, bumping into Giovanni.

"Sorry." He said, hiding something behind his back.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Nothing." He replied quickly, making him look suspicious.

Giovanni rolled his eyes and held up hands, which was filled with different kinds of lingerie, "It's for Tamera."  Licking his lips as he explained.

Matching the name of his on and off girlfriend and the lingerie, I got the idea.

"By the way, I was looking for you. Your grandma needs you in the kitchen." He told me, quickly continuing further the stairs.

With the clothes in my hand, I made my way to the kitchen, once again. 

"You called, nonnina ?" I asked.

Getting no reply, I looked around and noticed that the kitchen was empty. At day, other than the kitchen, my grandmother spends her time in the library.

I went back up the stairs to the second floor and went to the door at the end of the hall.

"Grandma?"  I asked., stepping into the room filled with books.

"Yes, Matteo? "  My grandmother's reply had a hint of annoyance, "What is it this time?"

"Gio told me you needed me for something."

"Why would I want to see your face more than once, ragazzo?" Her eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't look up from the book in her hands.

I frowned at her words and walked out. Shaking off the weird feeling, I made my way up the back to the third floor and to Kimberly 's room.

Walking in, I see a very angry Kimberly, wrapped in only a robe, holding up a sheer underwear.

"Really?" She yelled the question, "You expect me to wear only THIS?"

Kimberly Stratus:

Right after Giovanni left, I checked out the bathroom. I had locked the bathroom door before I stripped down naked, covering myself in the towel.

Realizing I forgot to bring the clothes in the bathroom with me, I walked back into the room and over to my bed. I picked through the clothes Giovanni brought, were all tangled and piled up. My finger got caught in a whole of the fabric, and I lifted it up to see it was a sheer underwear.

Looking down at the pile, there was nothing but sexy and revealing lingerie. At that moment, Matteo, as Giovanni mentioned his name, walked in.

"Really?" I yelled, disgusted, "You expect me to wear only THIS?"

I let go of the sheer underwear and picked up an edible thong from the pile, throwing it at him and, unfortunately, missing.

"Who gave you these?" He asked me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Playing innocent, really?" I said, glaring at him as I crossed my arms, "You sent Giovanni to bring me these."

"I didn't send him. I went to get clothes for you." He said as handed me the pile of real clothes. "But I didn't get you a bra or an underwear.. so I think the lingerie does come in handy."

With that, he left me, jaws on the floor.

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