Fighting Against Love

Fighting Against Love

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I hear movement on my right and I slow my steps. “I ain’t playing with you, get your asses out now!” I say slowly, as I rotate my stepping towards the right. “Come on boys, today’s not the day. My feet’s killing me, I’ve been up all night, and I feel like…” I turn my gun towards the Latino trying to make his way out and SHOOT! I shake my head, “….killin’ someone!” I walk towards the Latino crying out in agony of just merely being shot on the leg and kick him. “Told you not to make me mad!” I whisper to him as I kneel down and run my gun down his face. “Guys, medical!” I stand up and call the team. “Guy’s down and definitely in need of another leg!” I walk out the room as the medics run in to help. “Lorenzo,” I call out to my partner. “Get your ass over here. Our job’s done.”
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[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila 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. "I was a doctor." "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 was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

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