All Chapters of The Mafia's Two-faced Nurse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Even though I wasn’t entirely sure if the man lying unconscious in front of me was really my patient from room 304, I rushed over to him without a second thought, driven purely by my instincts as a nurse.I closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, not caring that I had to toss my umbrella aside just so it wouldn’t slow me down.“Sir? Sir, are you awake?” I called repeatedly while gently tapping his cheek.He must be running a fever, I thought as a wave of heat met my hand.“Sir, please stay awake,” I urged when I saw his eyes flutter open, struggling to focus.Carefully, I lifted him from the floor and laid him across my lap. “Sir, I’m taking you to the hospital.”“Sir?” I asked, confused, as I noticed him whispering again. Wanting to hear better, I leaned my ear closer to his lips. “What is that, sir?”“D-don’t take me… to the hospital. Anywhere b-but not there,” he struggled to say, his voice weak and trembling. When I finally caught his gaze, he completely lost consciousness.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, clearly annoyed. We'd been walking for what felt like forever, and if I had known we’d be walking this far, I would’ve finished my food first before agreeing to come with Jett.“We’re almost there, don’t worry,” he said casually.My steps were getting heavier with every move. I didn’t sign up for this. I went out to clear my head and escape all the stress, not to go on some boring, endless walk through who-knows-where.“You sure we’re close? I still need to get ready, and I’ve got work later,” I grumbled, already regretting not staying in bed.I stopped in my tracks the moment I realized there were no more footsteps behind me, Jett was no longer beside me.I was just about to turn around to check when suddenly, a cloth reeking of chemicals was pressed against my mouth.Jett.I struggled hard against his grip, trying to twist out of his hold, but no matter how much I fought, he was simply stronger.Freaking hell, that stinks, I cursed internally.Am I being

I woke up to the sound of a heavy door slamming somewhere in the hallway, the vibration rattling the teeth in my skull. Most people in this house probably jumped at loud noises, expecting an assassination attempt. Me? I just groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. 'Duh. Sleep is my favorite hobby—who do they think they are interrupting it?' I grumbled to myself, irritation simmering beneath my half-lidded eyes. "If that's a hitman, tell him to come back after coffee," I muttered into the fabric. Then the smell hit me—expensive sandalwood and the faint, lingering scent of gunpowder. Right. The Vitale hideout. My new $50,000-a-day gilded cage. I scrambled to the bathroom, checking my reflection. The chest binder was tight, but it held. I ruffled my short hair, practicing my "Allizander" scowl. "You’re a man, Alli. A very rich, very annoyed man," I whispered. I didn't feel like a victim. I felt like a woman who had finally found a way to make a mafia boss pay for her mothe

The silence in the training hall was so thick you could have cut it with a combat knife. Gio was still hovering over me, his weight pinning me to the mat, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my lungs forget how to function."Boss?" Jett’s voice was dripping with forced innocence from the doorway. "We can come back later if you’re... busy working on your 'form.' We didn't realize the training involved such a close-quarters inspection."Gio snapped out of it like he’d been electrocuted. He scrambled off me, his face flushing a shade of red I didn't know a mafia don was capable of producing. I sat up, dusting off my hoodie and offering the three of them a bright, totally-not-panicking grin while I ignored the way my heart was still hammering against my ribs."Oh, don't mind him," I said, standing up and stretching my limbs as if I hadn't just been crushed by 200 pounds of muscle. "He was just showing me the 'ground-and-pound' technique. Though I think he was mostl

Allizander’s POVGrowing up in a house where the walls had ears and the floorboards felt like landmines changes you. You don’t just "wake up" like normal people; you return to consciousness in layers. First, your hearing sharpens, then your skin registers the temperature of the air, and finally, your instincts tell you exactly how much danger you’re in.I was in an oversized bed in the Vitale mansion, but my body still thought I was that little girl hiding in my closet. I knew someone was in the room before I even opened my eyes.The air had changed. It was heavy, charged with a magnetic pull that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. Then the scent hit me—sandalwood, expensive tobacco, and that sharp, metallic edge of gunpowder.Gio.My first impulse was to reach for the blade I kept tucked into the frame of the bed. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my chest binder, the restriction feeling tighter than usual. I felt a flash of white-hot anger. 'How dare he? I wasn't so