The dangerous mafia king

𝖨VES𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗳𝗳𝗳

I feel his solid chest leans towards me, I feel the base of something large and heavy press into my waist. 'Oh my god! Is that a gun? Wait..is he planning to kill me?'

"That's better. Now, if I move my hand, you're gonna promise not to scream, okay?"

I nodded, he removed his hand from my waist and slid it up to my neck to gently grip it. "What do you want?" it asked.

"I..could ask you that question!" I said and then I felt my hand shaking right now, he smirked.

"M-Obviously..h-this is not the bathroom.." I said here. "What were you looking for, huh?" I asked boldly. I heard his soft laugh at me and I was about to speak when I felt something warm and wet on my skin.

"You're bleeding----!"

"So it would seem, yes." he said then I gulped a little bit..

"You caught me looking for a free room to patch myself up. Am I in trouble Doc?" he asked so I looked straight at him.

"You will be if you don't let me go." I promise here. His eyes pulse as he stares at me, a hint for a smirk lingers at the edge of his mouth.

"You always this..fierce?" He asked so I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"Are you crazy? You're going to keep asking me questions while you continue to bleed out, or are you going to let me treat your wound?!" I asked annoyed.

He shrug, then step back a little, I bent down a little and then carefully pulled his torn shirt away from his skin to see his wound and my eyes widened and I swallowed. "You've been shot?!!"

"I know." he said seriously so I stared at him.

"Dammit...I don't see an exit wound. You need to be checked in so I can assess the blood loss and your vitals----"

"No! No check-ins." he said so seriously that I gasped.

"But you can mam*tay---"

"And you're not gonna let that happen, right?" he said seriously and pointed the gun at me so I gasped.

"Listen to me whoever you are, I'm a doctor here and not a magician---!"

"Just pull the bullet out, patch me up, and send me on my way---without the paperwork---are we clear?" He said angrily, so I held my breath, if he doesn't want to have a record here in the hospital, he is probably involved in something illegal.

He seemed to sense the hesitation in me, that's why he gently grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger and raises it, "Want me to beg, Doc?" he asked so I looked him in the eyes.

"Well...you don't need to beg, it's my job." I said here.

"D*mn. I half expected you to humiliate me..Oh well, maybe some other time?" he said laughing so I frowned at him.

Suddenly, I heard a cry from the door. "What the----?" I was about to get closer to see what was happening but he suddenly pulled me and held his gun.

"Sorry, but that's our cue to hurry this along." it said.

"Why? What's going on?" I will ask.

"Better you don't ask questions." he said seriously.

I frowned at him and looked at myself and the scrubs in my hand that were already covered in the man's blood. "Sh*t, look, I better run to my locker and switch these for a clean set of scrubs---"

"Can't let you do that, Doc. If anyone sees me, I guarantee it'll mean more trouble for you." He said that I was blown away.

"And if you don't let me change, my colleague back at the desk will ask questions." I said to him seriously and he scratched his forehead using his gun out of frustration, when I suddenly had an idea

"Wait, I think I have an idea.." I said.

"Which is?" This is a question.

"We can go to my office to change and---"

"I just told you I---"

"Trust me, no one will see us, and I also have suture kits there so we can patch up---"

"Then lead the way!" he said as if he just gave up.

When we got to my office, I told him to sit on the sofa but he chose to sit on my desk, argh this man.

"Alright, sit there and put pressure on your wound first and I'll just change." I said.

"Whatever you say." He said he didn't feel like it and he seemed tired of arguing with me so I just laughed and went into the bathroom and changed into a t-shirt and put my robe in a paper bag and went out to get a set of scrubs.

I notice that he's looking at the floor and laughing. "What? I'm a doctor. I barely have time to eat and sleep, never mind buying new clothes." I said annoyed.

"If I live after all this, please remind me to take you shopping some time." He was still laughing and said so I gave him a deadly look but this man is just a bad weed.

I immediately looked for my suture kit and approached him and answered what he said. "Uh-huh, sure, Capone?" And then I rolled my eyes.

"Capone? Seriously? How very original of you, Darling." he said rudely.

"Whatever."

I fell silent as I put my stethoscope on and placed the base on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat.

"Hmm, 120. Rapid but strong." I said and then he smiled.

"That's a good sign?" It said. I narrowed my eyes at him but he just grinned at me.

I took a deep breath and started unbuttoning his buttons, judging by the dark suit, and his bad attitude, and he even had a gun, I think this man is really a member of a gang---oh my god!

"Like what you see, Darling?" He said. I bite my lip and stop my eyes away to look from line after line of firm, ripped muscle. I looked at him

"Actually, I've seen many that are better than that." I said.

"Is that so?" He kept asking so I looked at him badly. I was about to start treating his wound when I remembered something important that I didn't do.

"I didn't get anesthesia. Wait here, I'm just going to get a---" he pulled my waist and his forehead was already frowning.

"Where are you going?" he asked while he was still holding my waist and I swallowed how he was looking at me.

"I have to put anesthesia on that so you don't feel the pain----"

"No need. I can handle the pain." he said that surprised me. "Huh?"

"Do you think I'm scared of a little pain, Darling? Trust me I'm more than capable of taking it.." he said seriously..

I took a deep breath and brought the scalpel closer to its skin while my hand was shaking.

"Here." he steadies my hands with his warm palm and guides me to the wound, "Right here, Doc." he said annoyed in his low and hoarse voice.

"Are you sure you can handle this? I'm not lying, this will hurt, and I can't afford you to make anysharp movements." I said and took a deep breath.

It was quiet for a while, but then his eyes darkened. "Maybe a distraction might help you." he said and I frowned.

"Ahh okay, I'll play music---"

"How about a kiss?" he said and I stopped walking and slowly turned to him.

"Wha-What did you say?" He immediately pulled me and made me sit on my desk, he leans on me closer and whisper, "Or are you afraid of me?" A rush of pleasure swirls low in my belly as his fingertips brush along in my arm, I look up at him.