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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

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 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

Catherine The dining hall is big and bustling with life as we enter. It is more like a high end cafeteria than a dining hall if you are picky, which I am. There are several tables lining one wall and down the middle filled with people of different ages, ethnic background and social status. There are even a few children there together with their parents. At the back there is one table slightly raised above the others, as if placed on a stage. My eyes are immediately drawn to that table and I meet the intense gaze of Mr. Peccati. That has to be the main table. Franco is sitting up there as well and there are three empty seats. One next to Franco and two opposite of him. “This way.” Pierto’s hoarse voice draws me back to where we’re standing. I break my eye contact with Mr. Peccati and follow him towards the wall lined with a buffet table. There are all kinds of things to choose from and even though my body is screaming for nutrition my stomach is at an uproar. I choose some fruit, br

Catherine It takes forever to fix up a list of instruments and materials that I want and need. The fact that I don't have access to the internet slows down the process tremendously. I also go through the pharmacy and what I see there scares the shit out of me. Old medication is mixed with new. I use at least one and a half hours just sorting through what can be used and what needs to be disposed of. When my list of more acute materials and medicine is finished I walk over to Dr. Davies office. I hope to have him leave the list to Mr. Peccati. After breakfast and then lunch I wish to have as little with the man to do as possible. The lunch was not much different from the breakfast, except that I went to my designated place immediately instead of trying to sit somewhere else. Mr. Peccati ignored me throughout the meal, laughing and joking with Franco and even Pierto, though he doesn’t seem to be very easy going. If I tried to speak to anyone he would speak over me so I only tired tw