Doctor for the Mafia [original]

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Parts 36
Time 2h 41m

Reads 1,860,473
Votes 58,124
Parts 36
Time 2h 41m

~This is the original version of the story. Check out "The Mafia's Doctor" for the edited version. 
    
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    Kimberly Stratus was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in America. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility of the 'walking patient' incident. 
        
      On her search for a new job, Kimberly runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. 
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      "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 gently tucked my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled on my exposed skin as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. 
        
      "The Mafia."All Rights Reserved

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~This is the original version of the story. Check out "The Mafia's Doctor" for the edited version. 
    
    ---
    Kimberly Stratus was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in America. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility of the 'walking patient' incident. 
        
      On her search for a new job, Kimberly runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. 
        -----
      "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 gently tucked my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled on my exposed skin as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. 
        
      "The Mafia."

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