The Mafia Boyfriend

Alex

- I hope you're the little enfermera that was answering my guys just a few minutes ago. - Said Alex in the most chilling and soothing voice. It sounded deep and raspy, like honey molasses with a twist. Which gave me the creeps.

- What if I am? - I responded. Remember: no showing fear, A. 

The man didn't answer for a minute. I had rendered him wordless, like he hadn't expected my sassy comeback. I could feel his stare burning in the back of my skull as I turned to prepare the materials for his stitching. To the naked eye, his beautiful grey eyes grew darker, scarier. I didn't know if I should face him or make a run for it. A little smile surfaced in the right corner of his thick lips. My armpits were gluing to my scrubs, the cold sweat reminding me of my possibly eminent death.

- Is that all talk or you can keep up with that mouth?

My jaw dropped to the floor, making me just gap at him. I nervously lowered my eyes at my hands as I rubbed them. Mr. Amistad had just made me completely speechless myself. And I have to say that was a very hard task to accomplish. I was the kind of person who babbles when she's nervous.

- Why is my mouth in this conversation, Mr. Amistad? We should talk about your forehead instead.

That made him laugh out loud, gripping right away at his ribs, smirking eyes analyzing my every move. He chuckled very slightly, saving his torso from the pain of using it. He had probably gotten beaten up bad. I thought I heard him whisper "it's a beautiful mouth" before he became quiet, but maybe it was just my imagination playing pranks on me. The sight of the gorgeous Alex Amistad did something to the brain. I had never expected that a gang member could look like a model.

- What happened, Mr. Amistad? Are there any other places I should evaluate?

I regretted those words the moment they came out of my mouth. The bigger gorilla snorted in a mocking way, like I was some desperate housewife wanting some of ol' little Alex. 

I WAS NOT! He was just a hell of a sexy man. But I wasn't attracted in that way. I wouldn't go there. Not for a mafia boss, not for the devil himself.

- It's Alex, enfermera. It's just the forehead that's bothering. And you can stitch me up without all those chemicals, I can handle it just fine. 

- Are you sure, Mr. Amistad? - I made it my point to not treat him by his first name, that meant intimacy I did not want to have with this dangerous man. I showed him the Babymaker with an exaggerated hand gesture - It might hurt a lot.

- I'm fine. You can start, please. I have other matters to take care of, still in this present day. Even though I'm enjoying your company, I have a schedule to keep.

- You heard the man, chop-chop. - Said the smaller gorilla. 

Man, they were pushing on my nerves. 

I stared him down for a few seconds before taking care of business on his boss' forehead, which made Alex laugh again. Someone was having way too much fun on my expenses, which made me just angrier. The fear subsided a bit as I watched the smiling man sitting in front of me.

I layed the necessary materials in a little wheeled support table and put on my sterile gloves under the observing eyes of all these men. I felt confident in my stitching technique, but all the stares weren't helping me feel more relaxed. I touched Alex's forehead to check for sensitive areas or pain. If he was feeling any, he was a master of poker face. His skin was smooth and clear, except for the gash. I slowly inserted the needle on Alex's skin, watching his body flinch a tiny bit underneath my hands. I was actually surprised all I saw was a flinch. Alex seemed like he was used to great amounts of pain.  But then again, he must have become the Cinco's boss for a reason. And the job surely came with pain tolerance qualifications.

I felt way too conscious of his presence, having his eyes look up at me the whole time. His breath was warm and smooth on the front of my neck as I stitched. He inhaled and exhaled slowly as I came closer to his face on one of the last stitches. I felt reassured as I knew that my perfume had left a nice aroma on me and that Alex wouldn't be able to smell my increasing sweat. The 2 grey lights on his face seemed entertained as he looked me up and down. Was that a pleased look I was seeing? It made me imagine other circumstances on some other imaginary times that didn't include needles and blood. If things were different, Alex would have definitely been my type. But my type didn't include murderer and gang related. 

I finished and wiped the blood from his face. The scar would still be significant, but I had done a good job, which made me proud of myself. Others could have botched him, but I had pitied his beauty and taken extra effort to make it look nice. I applied a dry bandage and as I started to move away from his personal space, he held my wrist softly, making me turn in surprise. His touch was gentle but firm.

- Thank you, enfermera. Can I know your name? - He held my gaze as you would see in romantic comedies' crap. - I would hate to leave without that piece of information.

A mix of fear and lust overpowered my body. It made me feel good knowing Alex was interested in me, that something had captivated him. Part of me wanted Alex's attention and another part of me was terrified of it. All I could answer was: A., I'm A.

- Aren't you intriguing, A. I really have to go now, but we will see each other again soon. It's a promise. 

I hope we don't, I thought. I'm lucky enough to keep my hands just because he fancied me.

- Now, if you'll excuse me... - He carefully stood up from the stretcher, holding his rib muscles at the same time. I couldn't quite notice if he was in pain or not, which made him look a little bit cooler. - Goodbye. - He threw back as he prepared to leave.

It was only as he had stood up that I noticed for the first time how tall he was. I had always thought all Mexicans were more on the tiny side (no shade, no racy, just my stupidity). He adjusted his suit jacket and managed to walk straight towards the emergency room doors, not before winking at me with those darkened grey eyes. Which made me clutch my thighs together with lust.

Oh, I was doomed.

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