Kidnapped By The Ruthless Mafia

"Dr. Amanda we have a code blue in Room 40." I sprinted over to the changing tables, my team helped me suit up. I made sure my gloves had no holes, my surgical gown was tightly wrapped around my body. "Mercy Johnson, a 25 year old female who has been battling a long battle with cardiovascular disease." My assistant nurse added as we hurried inside the room. The woman was already under anesthesia, all my tools were set up and ready for me to use. I connected her to a heart-lung bypass machine which will take over the functions of her heart and lungs while I do the surgery. It took me 14 years to get where I'm at right now, I've received many rewards for my skills. I was put in the headlines of every magazine as the best heart surgeon in the country, which meant I got a lot of people from all over the world. When they brought in the ice chest with the healthy heart, I wondered whose heart this belonged to. I always wonder, what happened to the person who's given their hearts away. Wha

Vanessa had the same men that tossed me in the back of her van bring up my suitcases and my cat. Kitty was definitely curious about his new surroundings, he jumped on the rail near the window to do his daily sunbathing. I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around thinking it was Vanessa but to my surprise it was one of the bulky men. “Sammie." His hand was out for me to shake, I glanced down at his rough hand that had cigarette burns all over. My soft hand took his, he gave my hand a little shake before pulling away. His hair was short and perfect styled and he had brown glasses on indicating he must be blind without them, he seemed normal compared to everyone else but you should never judge someone on looks. I turned back around to unpack more of my belongings, I could feel him staring at me still. "Vanessa wanted me to show you around." He told me. I dropped my clothes and looked out the window next to me trying to calm my nerves. "That would be amazing." I said. He walked ou

When I got back to my room I noticed the dresses laid out on my bed, I had a feeling Ryan dropped them off before he went to go see Hudson. The black mini dress caught my attention, I slowly picked it up aiming it towards the light bulb so I could see it better.I'd look good in this I shook that thought out of head, I laid it back on the bed and made my way over to the closet. I unclipped my bra and took off my underwear and grabbed my matching pair of white lacey undergarments. I lathered my body in lotion making sure my skin felt smooth, I also sprayed some perfume.I looked at my body through the long mirror I had in my room, I ran my hand across my flat stomach with my head tilting to the side.I pulled my black skinny jeans up my hips and tossed on a white tank tops with a tan fluffy cardigan. I braided my hair which fell just upon my shoulder, I looked nice and professional. I finished off my outfit with a pair of black flats and my everyday small pearl necklace. I added some ey

It was much later now, I read for a couple hours brainstorming what Ryan could possibly have meant by that. Through all my years of learning about body language and the human mind not once have I been confronted with a situation like this. It's deranged and monstrous almost, kidnapped to be someone's doctor and his best friend falls head over heels for me, that would definitely cause some type of conflict.I grabbed my medical bag before heading downstairs, I definitely had all my walls held up high today.Vanessa was sitting at the table with a magazine, her eyes swiftly glanced up at me."Where's Hudson?" I asked.She stands up dusting off her lap, Vanessa was definitely a beautiful women. She wasn't built like a little boy like me, she had a curvy waist with a nice ass and a huge chest unlike my flat chest. She screamed powerful a woman while I screamed teenage boy."A birdie told me that my brother and you have been getting very close recently." She walks circles around me, I held

My eyes fluttered open to the bright sun hitting my face, I softly brushed back pieces of my hair away from my cheek while turning on my back. I winched at the sudden jab of pain between my legs, memories of last night entered my mind. My eyes slowly trailed over to a peacefully sleeping Hudson, he was laying on his stomach with his blonde hair covering some of his face.This man was truly beautiful, his features were sharp and gentle yet his eyes were filled with so much pain.He's a patientI ranked my fingers through my hair, sexual frustration controlled my entire body last night. I tried my best sitting up without making any sound but the bed kept squeaking so I stayed completely still not wanting to wake him up and face the embarrassment.I spotted his scar, my fingers glided across the huge mark. Scars tell stories some are deeper than others, my scars appear in my mind and his physically. I was focused on memorising every curve and bump against his body that I didn't notice he