Capitano X Dottore Novels & Stories

I am surprised by what Ross says. “Really?” I asked incredulously. “Victoria, get dressed, we'll go out drinking!” Ross tells me, taking her jacket and putting it on. So I immediately change, and then go out into the hallway with some nurses. “Ready?” Ross asks me, while I just nod my head. As we go to the exit, we see the big doctors walking towards the door with their white coats shining. They seemed to be like movie stars. Dr. Miller, who is charming, looked completely beautiful next to Dr. Mark, who was rarely seen smiling and when he did, he only raised half of his upper lip, it was as if he never expressed his feelings.

But his eyes were miles away—Grinch! “So, Capo mio!” Victor Loa called, turning to Antonio. "Any ideas?". Antonio smiled and just nodded like a man listening to ghosts. “You alright, Bruno{Gangster tough guy}?” Cesar Maté drawled, flicking ash into a gold-plated tray. “You look like a priest in a strip club.” Antonio blinked away the haze, realizing he hadn't responded to the last thing said. He straightened slightly, throwing them a practiced grin.

Caterina sat Luka gently on the sofa. They had just arrived at Marco's luxurious mansion. A doctor was waiting there. The doctor was Marco's personal physician who usually worked to treat injured Phoenix Crew members. There were also Gabriel and Rossie, who were also doctors. Plus Caterina, who is also very familiar with the medical world. It made Caterina feel calm because Luka was surrounded by people who understood medical science.

Dante muttered, squinting across the cage. I followed his line of vision and saw Mikhail Sidorov. The Russian arms dealer. Capone ally. Brutal as he is brilliant and on his arm was Dante's ex. Young, stunning, in a blood-red dress, she leaned in to whisper something in Mikhail’s ear, and the fucker laughed. “Isn’t that Victoria the nurse?” I asked, cocking a brow. Dante shoved the blonde off his lap like she was in the way. “Yeah.” “I thought you said she married some accountant, or some shit,” Vincenzo said, flicking ash from his cigar, amused.

Can't these nurses just do their jobs instead of drooling over my man? The doctor, this nervous guy, carefully cleaned and bandaged my cuts, shaking under Xavier's stare. "Xavier, can you give us a minute? You're making the doctor uncomfortable." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. Call me if you need anything, okay? I'll be right outside." He patted my head and left. The doctor whispered as he worked. "Miss Collins… Why is he acting like your boyfriend? He needs to remember his place—he's just your fiancé's underboss."

She dropped the bat and tried to run, but two of them pinned her to the ground. "Who are you?! Let go of me!" Capitano crouched down and set a voice recorder in front of her, pressing record. "Tina Milovich," he said, his voice low and heavy, "your uncle had the old Don killed. Isn't that right?" Tina stopped struggling for a second, then thrashed even harder. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Capitano pulled a stack of photos from his jacket and laid them out in front of her, one by one.

he mouthed, making me furrow my brows. “Send it. No promises though,” I muttered before hanging up the phone as I turned towards Rocco. “What is it?” The doctor rushed to my side to check on the hand that was still holding the knife tightly, but I pulled it away with a grunt. “Make sure he doesn’t die on us,” I snapped as I pointed at Santoro with my chin. “Or you’ll replace his spot.” I walked away as he gulped nervously before getting to work. I was reaching the door when Rocco cleared his throat from beside me. “Capo, we have a problem.”

I rushed and sat beside him and held his hand. “You will be fine right? Trust me you will be” I kissed the back of his hand and placed my forehead on the back of his hand. The door opened and it was the doctor who wore a lab coat and half a file in his hand. “Good day, Don Antonio” The doctor bowed slightly to Antonio who nodded softly. I wasn’t expecting the doctor to refer to him that way. The Mafia world was meant to be discreet and the doctor knowing he was done was highly worrisome.

“No, so silly, we can't hurt her; we don't know if suddenly something goes wrong. And we end up in the clutches of the dreaded doctor D., and he tortures us mercilessly for doing something to his beautiful Ximena.” This revelation broke her concentration; again, she felt suffocated, and she had to force her lungs to breathe. It was even logical; that's why everyone seemed to fear her, even if they said it was out of respect. “It can't be!” A shriek escaped her as she recognized that Angelo, her husband, and Doctor D., one of the most wanted criminals on the planet, a mafioso that she repudiated so much, turned out to be the same person.