Catherine
Late in the evening, after Nick is asleep, me, Alessio, Franco and Nino meet up in mine and Alessio’s room. I know what will be discussed and I plan on putting a stop to their plans. I sit with arms and legs crossed on a stuffed armchair and glare at the three men in front of me.
“No!”“You don’t really have a say in this, tesoro.” Alesso frowns at me with his own arms crossed over his chest. “I am the one in charge here.”“It is my body!” I stand up and point at myself. “I am in charge of my own body!&rdCatherineLife pretty much fell into some kind of regularity after that. I went back to working in the clinic, which had been closed during my absence. All the people were really happy to have me back and in the first few weeks they showed up at the clinic with small and often made up medical conditions. I was sad to see a few of my more regular patients from before had passed away. Of course I wasn’t that surprised about it seeing what their medical condition and age was when I left, but I felt sad that I wasn’t there to take care of them during their last days. There are also a lot of new small patients, among them an adorable daughter to the troublemaker George. He is now an enforcer for Alessio.I found out that my own mother passed away a few months after I ran away. Alessio arranged for a beautiful funeral
For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one. The way Alessio treats Catherine is not kinky in any way. He has not given her a way out or any kind of safeword. His behavior is only abusive even if he might have another view of it. Alessio is not a nice person. He is cruel, narcissistic and lacks empathy for other people. Catherine’s reaction to his treatment and the fact that she is forced to remain in a relationship with him is a bit like Stockholm syndrome. The fact that she has low self esteem and is close to depression to begin with affects her behavior as well. The reaso
Catherine The exhaustion is bone deep as I take a deep breath and remove the bloody vinyl gloves from my hands. But through the exhaustion there is a feeling of accomplishment shining through. Another successful emergency surgery. There was a large car accident with several injured and I have been in surgery for seven hours straight. The last person in need of surgery was not as critical as the others, so the little girl had to wait three hours with a badly broken leg before I could mend it back together. At least we managed to save her leg from being amputated and now she can start healing from this horrible ordeal. “Good job, Dr. Ross!” I jerk as my assisting doctor, Dr. Martin, slaps his large hand on my shoulder. I inwardly cringe at his close presence but I turn to him with a smile that I hope doesn’t show how much I want to run away. He is always touching me, placing a hand on my shoulder, rubbing my neck, following me around with a hand on the small of my back. Nothing too of
Catherine The silence and tranquility is broken by a loud, interpenetration sound. The sound of a gun. One shot rings out through the silence making the birds take flight with loud shrieks of terror. The shot is then followed by a loud groan, curses, shouts and eventually a couple more shots. Without thinking I make my way through the low bushes towards the sound of someone in pain. That someone has been shot and needs medical attention, something I can assist with while waiting for an ambulance. The fact that it might be dangerous or a bad idea to run towards gunfighting never crosses my mind. As I break through the treeline I see a man on the ground and a man kneeling beside him holding some kind of cloth against his stomach. I grit my teeth at the knowledge that a shot to the abdomen can be big trouble. “Get away from here, lady.” The unhurt man growls at me when I reach them and kneel on the other side of the hurt man. “I am a doctor and this man is in serious need of medical
Alessio That little fucker is going to pay for this. Nino is like a brother to me and if he dies… Gregor will wish he was never born. I have already sent a team to collect him, or his brother if he decides to not show himself. He will come to me in that case. You never abandon your brother to suffer through your punishment. Then there is the little doctor. I twist and turn her ID between my fingers lost in thoughts. Dr. Catherine Ross. Okay, she is not all that little. Tall, at least 5’9 and a bit more than chubby. I wouldn’t call her fat but she’s definitely not slim in any way. Long blond hair tied up in a tight ponytail high in her head. She wore baggy and shapeless clothes to hide her body and make her look much larger than she probably is. But her look is not the problem here. It’s her presence. She shouldn’t have been there but she was. And now I have to make sure she won’t be an inconvenience for me, for the family. I hate hurting women, but I can’t just let her leave once s
Catherine The people here have some basic medical training and one of them is a doctor. At least he is a doctor on paper, but he is so lazy and distracted I suspect he has bought his license. The other three men and women, who have basic medical education, have more knowledge and experience than Dr. Davies. That thought does not bring me comfort, but instead increases the feeling of dread hanging over me. Why would normal people with basic medical education have this enough medical knowledgement to assist in a surgery? I don’t have any time to contemplate this as I work on Nino. The bullet has shattered to some extent and has left a few organs in need of mending, but the damage is not as bad as it could have been. He was exceptionally lucky this time. The surgery still takes a little over two hours and when I’m finally done I am ready to drop to the ground. I have not had a good night's sleep since the night between monday and tuesday, and now it’s wednesday afternoon. I did have
Catherine “The mafia…” I am stunned into silence about his revelation. I study his appearance and now I can finally grasp where I have seen him before. There have been news articles on both TV and in newspapers lately about the handsome bachelor billionaire who owns several businesses and has a new model on his arm every other week. There is also the hushed gossip going around that he might be more dangerous than people previously thought. Of course there is no evidence. “Yes. The mafia. I’m sure you must have read about me in the paper or seen me on the news. I’ve been a hot subject the past few months. Of course my real occupation is a bit secretive.” I nod absentmindedly as my eyes run over his face. He must be around forty years old and he is gorgeous. One of the most handsome men I have ever seen. Golden brown eyes with thick black brows and a clean shaven jaw. His face is all sharp angles but with soft and full lips. His skin has a beautiful golden tan color that fits extremel
Alessio I swing my fist towards Gregor again, making an impact with his jaw. He groans as his eyes roll back into his head and he’s out. I shake out my fingers. My fist is sore from the over ten hard hits I have made to his face and the least twenty hits to his torso. “Here, boss!” Louie reaches an ice pack to me and I place it on my bruised knuckles. “Make sure he’s uncomfortable when he wakes up.” I start to walk out of the dungeon cell Gregor is kept in. It has chains to hold him in any position you can think of. “Naked! And anyone who wants to fuck his arse can but only I and Franco can beat him!” I shout out when I cross the threshold. Louie grunts his acknowledgment as I leave. I know there are a few of my men that enjoys fucking men and enjoy fucking them more if it’s a form of torture. I meet Franco on the stairs up to the ground floor. “He’s already out cold so no fun down here.” I say and Franco sighs. He follows me up again. “A fucking weak bastard! Can’t take any hits