Lahat ng Kabanata ng Girl, You Slept with the Don: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

"Is this far enough?"That voice—low, cold—snapped me out of it.My face went nuclear. I wanted to grab a scalpel and just end it.I'd just zoned out—in front of a patient.Snapped a smile into place. "Sir, I was silently praying I'd nail this bandage. We take your care real serious here."Total BS, but whatever. That's part of the job.Took a breath. Reset.The second I picked up the cotton swab, muscle memory kicked in.Even when his warm, masculine scent brushed my cheek, I locked in—tuned everything else out.Five minutes.That's all it took for a clean, flawless wrap.As I bit the gauze to tear it, I swore I heard him sigh—soft, almost... disappointed?I glanced up, startled—and met those same cold, unreadable eyes."Don't use that technique on anyone else," Lysandro said, narrowing his gaze."What?" I blinked.He shifted slightly. "Nothing. It's unprofessional."Mentally flipped him off.If his guys hadn't taken my scissors, I wouldn't have had to use my teeth.

The second Lysandro's fingers slipped inside me, my head dropped back and a moan escaped.That night kept looping in my head—his rough breathing, the mix of his cologne and my jasmine, the heat when he pushed into me...My thighs clenched on instinct.But I couldn't. I really couldn't. Every nerve in my brain was screaming."Please..." I sobbed. "Not here.""Want the operating table instead?" he said, eyes lit with fire that wouldn't quit.God. Damn him. One look into those eyes and my no just... evaporated.By the time I snapped out of it, he had me pinned against a surgical table near the window.He grabbed a pair of gloves off the tray, voice dipping low. "You up for an internal exam, gattina?"I shook my head hard, tried to get up—But my legs were jelly. I was already dripping onto the metal. I pushed up with both hands, shaking, but couldn't even stand.What the hell kind of spell did this man have over me?Tears burned down my cheeks. I hated this. Hated myself.If

Lysandro's POVI had to be outta my damn mind.The second Catello said Gaia was working at Yannon Memorial Hospital, I knew I had to see her.Yeah, even after a few days to cool off, I still couldn't get her outta my head.Tried distracting myself—brought three women to the villa. But the minute their clothes hit the floor—all perfume and heavy makeup—I felt sick.Kicked them out. All three. Didn't lay a finger on them.All I could see was her. Gaia. Sweet and sinful, all wrapped in one.But I couldn't just stroll into a hospital unannounced. That'd be idiota-level reckless.Last night, I lost it. Ended up jerking off in the shower to the memory of her. Came hard, staring at myself in the mirror like a lunatico. Then I punched it. Glass everywhere. Sliced my arm open.Boom—now I had a reason to show up at Yannon Memorial. For stitches.Still ridiculous. So, on the drive over, I told Catello to pull the hospital's file. I wanted leverage. Some excuse to make it official.My b

Right as I opened my mouth, Dad let out a heavy sigh and cut me off.His voice shifted—like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to play the "dad" card. "Gaia, I'm not trying to fight with you. But don't you think you're being a little stubborn?"I'm your father. I'm also Cecilia's dad, Siena's husband. I have to look out for the whole family. Can't you see that?"And as the older sister, when your little sister needs help, shouldn't you be the one to step up first? But you didn't. I had to. And now you're blaming me?"He actually sounded hurt. Like he was the victim here."Gaia, don't be so selfish."Then, like everything was normal again—"Come home tomorrow, okay? I'll have Siena make her best beef stew."And all I could think was—Selfish? Me?You're the one trying to take everything from me.I wasn't that girl anymore. The one begging for scraps of affection. Hoping he'd act like a real dad.Not this time."Give it up. I'm not coming back. Ever." I hung up.Anger burne

Gaia's POVLysandro lounged in the shadows, cigar glowing faintly as smoke curled around those long legs. Like something straight out of a smutty comic.Except this wasn't fiction.I'd been kidnapped.Blanket clutched to my chest, I pressed into the headboard, trying to keep some kind of distance.My eyes burned. The glow hit his profile just enough to catch the gleam in his eyes—sharp, knowing. Realization slammed into me.This man wasn't just some guy in a suit.He was the mafia boss."If you're planning to hurt me... that's illegal." My voice cracked. I held the blanket tighter.He leaned forward, and his face came into view—all sharp edges and sin.And he was smiling.Like he found this funny.Cigar between his fingers, he shrugged. "You really think a mafia boss cares about the law?"I froze.Obviously not.Even low-level guys ignored rules—why would he care?My heart was thudding now. I'd screwed up. Shown him I still believed in stuff like justice.People like m