Doctor for the Mafia [original]

Ch.17

Kimberly Stratus:

Marcella and I walked into the kitchen to the sight of Oriana cooking in tight, small clothes and lustful men gathering to watch her.

Marcella shot them a glare and muttered, "Pervs."

She stepped in front of Oriana, blocking her from the men's view. They all groaned, got up, and walked away knowing that their fun was over.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked.

"It's not until a few days until they get the wall fixed," Oriana told her, not turning away from the stovetop.

Giovanni walked in, sniffing the air as he did, "I smelt food."

He walked past Marcella and grabbed a sausage off of the stack which was piled on the plate, freshly made by Oriana.

"Mmm, it's good." He said after talking a few bites.

Marcella stared at Giovanni, feeling betrayed.

Reading her expression wrong, he asked, "Want a bite?"

"I rather starve than eat what she cooked."

Marcella didn't have to be hungry for long. We ended up at the nearest Denny's.

We were talking about yesterday night. It was hectic. We handled two guys, and the other three were taken care of by the other groups. Unfortunately, no one thought of questioning the men before killing. All in the middle of this, the man Leo and Alessandro saw got away, alive and with our shipment.

I was indifferent about everything. I thought what they did was cool, minus the killing, drug, and sex. I found it amusing how they're on the run from the police but has the time to live life so luxuriously. I was scared for myself. Last night I saw how dangerous it was. I mean I knew it was dangerous, but last night was a big slap in the face.

I made a promise to myself for when I get my license back. I'm going to quit being the Mafia's doctor. I don't hate it, but I have to look out for myself. I have a feeling, after three months, a part of me won't want to go. I've already made a best friend, Marcella, and gotten to know members living in the house. I emotionally felt like they were slowly becoming my family. Also, there's the whole Matteo and me thing going on.

"You guys haven't figured out who they are?" I asked.

Marcella shook her head, bringing her fork to her mouth. She frowned as the pancake slid off. She had stabbed it so many times before that it wasn't possible for it to hang onto the fork anymore. Marcella gave up, dropped the fork, and picked it up with her fingers.

"They think it's one of the wanna be mafia gang group that hangs out in that area. They must have heard about our meet up and decided to crash it." She quickly explained, wanting to shove more food into her mouth.

She was wiping syrup off her chin when she perked up.

"What?" I asked, looking around for something that might have caught her attention. I spotted a waitress coming towards our booth with food.

Marcella quickly moved all the trash and empty plates aside to make room for the new, filled plates.

I frowned seeing that we were going to be staying here a bit longer. She had ordered seconds when I left to the bathroom.

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Matteo: Kimberly, can you meet me in the kitchen?

I sent him a text that I'll down there in a few minutes.

Aiden: OoooooOooouuuuuuuu ;)))

(A/N: I'm trying to spell out the sound that your classmates make when you get called to the principal office. )

As promised, I made it to the kitchen in a couple of minutes, finding Matteo sitting at the kitchen table. His head lifted up to the sound of my footsteps and smiled as I took a seat.

"Here," he said as he slid an envelope across the table to me.

"What's this?" I asked, eyeing the envelope in front of me.

"Open it, and you'll find out." He shrugged, getting up and walking out.

I opened the thick envelope. It wasn't mail since there was nothing written on it. It felt thicker than it looked when it was sitting on the table.

The opening was licked seal, and there wasn't a letter opener around. I turned the envelope to its side and ripped it, being careful not to cut whatever was inside it.

I tilted the envelope to let the insides fall out. In seconds, scattered all over the place, was multiple of Benjamin Franklin staring back at me.

I gasped at the amount of money that was inside of the envelope. This must have been my pay check. I've barely done anything. I picked up the money and counted it. As Matteo said, it's triple the amount I was getting from the hospital.

"Woah," Marcella said, peering over my shoulder.

"Did you rob a bank?" Giovanni asked, looking over my other shoulder.

"Matteo paid me," I answered.

"I know how you are gonna spend it," Giovanni said. "You going to make it rain?" He asked as he made the repetitive motion of sliding imaginary money from his hand.

"If you're inferring that I'm going to a strip club, then no." I rolled my eyes.

"Wait. No." Marcella said, getting an idea from Giovanni. "Let's go to one of our clubs. You'd get a chance to check it out and celebrate!"

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