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Chapter 19: Her Decision

مؤلف: Naimles A
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-21 21:33:56

The taxi ride back was a blur of rain-streaked windows and the rhythmic thumping of my own heart. I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching the city lights dissolve into long, jagged smears of neon. My mind was a battlefield.

'Is this right?' I asked myself, the image of my mother’s pale face in the hospital bed flickering behind my eyelids. 'Will this protect us, or am I just building a prettier cage?'

Every logical bone in my body told me to run, to take my leave and never look back.
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    "Let’s go... b-babe."The way the word tumbled out of Gio’s mouth was almost pathetic. It sounded like he’d swallowed a stone and was trying to choke it back up. He didn't wait for me to answer, his hand clamping onto my bicep with a grip that was less romantic partner and more arresting officer.He hauled me toward the grand staircase, his legs moving twice as fast as mine. I had to practically skip to keep up, my sneakers squeaking indignantly against the polished marble. I glanced up, ready to snap at him for the manhandling, but the words died in my throat. Gio was staring straight ahead with a fixated, glass-eyed intensity, his jaw working so hard I thought his teeth might crack.But it was his ears that told the real story—they were a deep, burning crimson, glowing like taillights against his dark hair. The most feared Don in the city was currently short-circuiting because of a four-letter word and a cheek kiss.He dragged me into his private study and slammed the heavy oak doo

  • The Mafia's Two-faced Nurse    Chapter 19: Her Decision

    The taxi ride back was a blur of rain-streaked windows and the rhythmic thumping of my own heart. I leaned my head against the cool glass, watching the city lights dissolve into long, jagged smears of neon. My mind was a battlefield.'Is this right?' I asked myself, the image of my mother’s pale face in the hospital bed flickering behind my eyelids. 'Will this protect us, or am I just building a prettier cage?' Every logical bone in my body told me to run, to take my leave and never look back. But then, the memory of Gio in the office—the way he had whispered Allizander like it was a holy relic—sent a traitorous, warm flutter through my chest. It was a terrifying sensation, a spark of life in a heart I had tried so hard to keep numb.'Fine,' I thought, as the massive wrought-iron gates of the Vitale estate groaned open. 'Let’s just go with the flow. If the world burns tomorrow, at least I’ll know I wasn't just a spectator. I’ll face the wreckage when it comes.'I paid the driver and

  • The Mafia's Two-faced Nurse    Chapter 18: Her Brother

    I didn't reply to the texts. I couldn't.After I saw his messages—the way he admitted the house felt too quiet without me—sleep became an impossible luxury. I spent the rest of the night staring at the flickering heart monitor, the green line dancing in time with my own frantic pulse. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of his head on my lap. I knew right then that I’d be bothered by his words until the very end of this day. Giovanni Vitale didn't just command a room; he commanded the air in my lungs, even from miles away.As the sun began to bleed through the hospital blinds, turning the sterile white walls into a soft, bruised gold, I stood up and stretched my aching limbs. I leaned down, pressing my forehead against my mother’s knuckles, the skin papery and cool."I have to go, Mom," I whispered, my voice thick with exhaustion. "I’m going to meet Beatriz today. I need to breathe for a second before I go back to my work. I'm

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    The vibration of his voice against my chest was a physical pull, a gravitational force that threatened to swallow me whole. For a heartbeat, my fingers stayed tangled in his hair, yielding to the sheer, impossible softness of the moment. But then, the reality of the binder tight against my skin and the web of lies between us snapped back into focus.I pushed.It wasn't a gentle nudge. I shoved his shoulders with a frantic strength, scrambling backward until I hit the opposite end of the sofa. My breath was coming in ragged, shallow hitches."Stop," I gasped, my hands trembling as I smoothed down my oversized shirt. "Gio, stop. You’re… you’re exhausted. You’re delirious. You’re playing some kind of twisted game to see how far you can push your medic."Gio sat up slowly, his dark hair messy from my touch, his eyes hooded and tracking my every panicked move. He didn't look angry. He looked steady—terrifyingly steady."I don't play games with

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    Gio’s head was still heavy in my lap. I sat there, my spine pressed against the leather of the sofa, my hands still hovering in mid-air like they didn't know where they belonged. I looked down, and my heart nearly stopped. He wasn't sleeping. His eyes were wide open, dark and swirling with an intensity that pinned me to the spot. He was staring up at me—not as a boss, not as a predator, but with a raw, unblinking focus that felt like he was trying to peel back the layers of my skin to see the soul beneath.I felt the heat begin to crawl up my neck. My pulse was a frantic drum against my ribs, and I was certain he could feel it through my thighs. The way he looked at me… it was too much. It was too intimate for two men, and far too dangerous for a liar and a mafia boss."Can you… stop looking at me like that?" I croaked, my voice betraying me with a tiny tremble.He didn't blink. He didn't move. He just kept searching my face, his gaze lingering on my jaw, then my nose, then settling

  • The Mafia's Two-faced Nurse    Chapter 15: What is This Feeling?

    I had spent the remaining hours of the morning tossing and turning, the image of Gio’s knuckles turning white and the weight of his hands on my waist in the gym burned into my brain. I had just managed to stumble into the kitchen, finally pressing a cup of lukewarm coffee to my lips, when the door swung open. Gio looked like he hadn't slept either, but while I was a mess of frayed nerves, he was a pillar of dark energy. Before I could even take a sip, his hand clamped onto my shoulder, steering me toward the garage with the force of a tidal wave. "Hey! Watch the coffee!" I yelped, sloshing the liquid over the rim. "What are you doing? It’s six in the morning!" "You're coming to the headquarters," he barked. No 'please,' no explanation. Just that iron-grip authority. "I’m not going! My contract says 'Medical Professional,' Gio, not 'Personal Shadow.' I have to organize the infirmary back at the estate. The surgical prep alone will take me hours!" I was currently being steered to

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