Doctor for the Mafia [original]

Ch. 10

Matteo Casciani:

"So, how's the new addition to Il Bisbiglio?" My father asked me, talking about Kimberly. He was currently over at my house discussing the arrival of our new shipment.

"Fine, she's getting better as we spare," I told him, it's been a full week since she's joined the mafia. "Tomorrow, We'll be going over to her house to pick up some of her stuff."

My father paused from his drink and raised his eyebrows.

"We?" He asked, "Are you trying to fuck? I understand why you gave her the job, but you're by her side 24/7."

I rolled my eyes, "It's not like that. She saved my life."

"So? Your uncle saved you from that one guy that was going to shoot you. I don't see you kissing his ass." He said setting his drink down. "Call one of the girls and tell them to do it for you. You're busy, remember."

Kimberly Stratus :

There was a knock at my door. I opened it, expecting Matteo, but it was Marcella.

"Don't look too happy," Marcella said, sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. During my first dinner at the mafia house, I got to know Marcella. Afterward, I found out that her room was on the third floor. It's been a week, and I've gotten to know a few people, but Marcella was my favorite.

Marcella and I had so many things in common. She even volunteered to help me set up my office, which looked amazing mainly because of her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Matteo is busy. That means, he can't be lover boy today. So I'll be driving you to your house to get your stuff."

"Lover boy? Really?" I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"Why else would he be by you all the time?" She reasoned.

"I don't know. Guilt?" I guessed.

"Guilt?" Marcella laughed, "He once shot Giovanni in the foot."

"If it's Giovanni, who would feel guilt?"

I ran into Giovanni a couple of times after the lingerie incident. He was hilarious, but definitely perverted. I've caught on that people only joked about hating him. He was just really a great guy with a weird sense of humor.

Marcella lead the way to the garage, which was longer than the house. Opening the door, Marcella flipped a switch and garage door opened at the same times the lights flashed on.

There were rows of rows of cars. My eyes scanned the lines up cars of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, BMWs, Teslas, and other luxurious cars.

"Woah," I said as I followed her to a Rolls Royce.

"Is this your car?" I asked as she unlocked it. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door gently, afraid to damage such a pricey car.

"I like to drive this one. We share cars. Some people have dibs on certain ones." She explained, pulling out of the garage.

"Then why aren't we riding that one?" I asked, pointing to a car made out of gold.

"Giovanni always drives that one when he goes to parties or the Mafia's club." She explained, "Only God and Giovanni's sluts know what he does in there."

I've learned a bit about the mafia and their dirty work. The mafia was called 'Il Bisbiglio,' which translates to 'The Whisper'. Turns out the mafia owns quite of bit of the clubs in the city, making it an easy place to make their drug deals. They also own women. Marcella explained that it wasn't anything like sex-trafficking, they only owned woman that was willing to give their body for money. They were kept in a house near the mafia house that was similar to it.

I gave her directions to my apartment as she drove. People on the sidewalks stared at the car as we passed them.

"Exactly why I ride this car," Marcella said as she winked to the guy in the car next to us. The light turned green right as the dude opened his mouth to say something.

A few minutes later, we arrived at my apartment.

"Nice apartment. Wouldn't it be cheaper and easier to buy a house?" She asked, peering over my shoulder as I opened the door.

"When I got the job at the hospital, I was aiming for a promotion. It would have transferred me to a private hospital, which is a few cities over." I explained, tossing my keys in the bowl on the table right by the door. "I thought to have an apartment would make it simpler to pick up things and move."

For the next hour, Marcella and I packed my clothes, books, and my doctor stuff in boxes to move to the mafia house.

I was in the kitchen, preparing us something to eat when Marcella handed me her ringing phone.

"Lover boy." She mouthed.

I rolled my eyes and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Kimberly?" He asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked as I shot Marcella a weird look.

"Marcella wasn't answering my phone calls earlier, thought that you ran into trouble." He answered with his suspicions.

"You wouldn't have to go through that if you'd just give me my phone back," I told him, remembering that he still has my phone.

Matteo Casciani:

"Actually, I'm over a friend's house to get it fixed," I told her, looking behind my shoulder to see Aurelio on her phone that was connected to the computer of his.

"Fixed?" I heard her asked with confusion.

"Don't worry about it," I told her. Aurelio was only adding a tracker and a self-destruct eraser on her phone, after adding her into the mafia group chat.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something," I said, already feeling the weird sensation starting to form in my stomach. The feeling that I needed to get away from.

My plan? Fuck her out of my system.

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My boy catching feelings. I don't think his plan going to work ;)
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