FOREVER BOUND TO THE MAFIA DONN

I yawned for the umpteenth time. This evening is tiring. Rather, I was tired. I've been on my feet since morning. “Why on earth did I agree to cover Tessa’s shift this evening?” Tessa, my feisty ginger haired colleague, whose personality soothed that of a sexy bar attendant since she flirted with almost all good-looking male patients and doctors. It's a wonder how she made it out of college and became an ER nurse. No harm there, not that I minded covering her either. I was already used to the chaos of the emergency room, and I had no social life. Sue me. People leave at the end, and I hate getting attached.The scent of dried blood and antiseptic wafted through my nose as I walked past the corridors to my cubicle. You'd think I should be used to it by now, but no, that isn't the case. But I'm surviving, and my job is fulfilling. It's a win-win situation for me.I was about to start my rounds for the night. Grateful that there were only a few patients, so I could take a quick nap. Tha

“Who the hell does he think he is?” I questioned no one in particular. I left his room in utter shock and confusion as soon as he blurted out those words. “How am I supposed to help feign his death?” I can't be considering this. “Argh”, I screamed “goddammit! Screw you Dante.” I cut my finger, instead of the veggies. I'm letting Dante take over my thoughts and that wasn't healthy. I didn't even know the man for God’s sake. *****“Ensure you're attending the right patient assigned to you.” Olga ordered as usual. ,”Audrey, you're strictly in charge of Mr Rossi.” She said, pleading with me with her eyes. “What!” I whisper-yelled, while she kept barking orders. When she was done, I followed her into her office. “Why am I strictly in charge of that man that seems to be on crack?” “He specifically requested for you,paid in full for your services and the hospital management approved of it.” Shock was an understatement to describe my feelings. “He literally bought my services without my

DANTES'S POVIt's been three hours since I got the call. I needed to do something–fast. Something about the green-eyed brunette has me questioning myself and my decisions. I picked up the burner phone and made the call. “Keep an eye on her. Nothing, not even a scratch on her skin.” “But boss, are you sure it's wise to leave her living free? She knows you are alive.” I had thought about it. Dragging the spitfire into my world wasn't wise either. She has some type of effect on me.“Keep an eye on her. Make sure she is safe.” I ordered, and ended the call.Still sipping the whiskey from the bottle. “Now was time to play the game. Whoever wanted me dead better be ready to give me a good reason why I should be.” I murmured to no one in particular.Stifling a yawn, I decided it's time to nap. I checked the gun, bullets filled, the dagger sharp. I nodded in satisfaction. I made sure the door was locked and the window blinds down.The dull sound music sound coming from the club should have

AUDREY'S POV My feet bounced up and down. “What just happened?” I couldn't exactly tell. “That was a bloody gunshot!” I mind painting different scenarios. “Is Dante alive or dead? What have I gotten myself into?” I arrived at my apartment an hour ago. I made sure to lock up and bolt the doors. I closed the windows. My body, still shivering from the chaos I experienced. Popping Advil into my mouth and drinking coffee had helped my fever go down. “Knock! Knock! That had me jolting out of my bed. No one really visited me. The faint tap on my door came again. Picking up the bat I recently purchased, I held it in a tight grip. I tiptoed to my door, from the peephole, I couldn't see anyone. My heartbeat accelerated, “Who is there?” I muttered softly. Hoping whoever was there would just go away. “Audrey, open up. It's Dante” the familiar voice whispered back. Looking through the peephole again, this time I saw him. “What are you doing here?” I queried, almost reliev

AUDREY'S POV“Not expecting anyone.” I whispered back. My voice, barely audible.His eyes narrowed. He pulled out a gun I didn't even see. I gasped in horror. “What the fuck!” I whisper-yelled. “Now isn't the time.” He cautioned. Still bare chested and pressing his wounded torso.Standing up, “stay behind me.” He ordered. Walking silently to the door. “If there is any danger, run, I'll hold them off.” He said, handing me his phone. “……press seven. Tell whomever answers your name and location.” He finished, staring at me intensely.“If I had time, I'd bend you over this table before I die” he said, grinning. My eyes widened in shock. He shrugged. “Now let's see who has been knocking incessantly,” he muttered. He peeked into the peephole. His shoulders slumped. “Doctor Jones” he whispered.“What! Are you joking?” He shifted. “Be my guest” he gestured for me to peep as he walked back to the couch.“What do we do?” I asked, visibly worried and panicking. “He can't see you. He can't f