Capitano X Dottore Novels & Stories

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

There's a wistfulness in my voice that I can't help. Dr. Santos stares at me for a long time before answering. "The best, Miss Kinlock. Captar is the best of men." He places the penlight in his bag and removes a card. "I will leave you now." He hands it to me. "Do not hesitate to call me if you have headaches or your shoulder does not improve." "Thank you, Dr. Santos." "You are most welcome, Miss Kinlock."

I said in a soft tone and grin went through my lips. “What happened, what are you smiling at?” The doctor saw me giggling and asked. “Uh! N... nothing.” I felt ashamed on my thoughts and scratched the back of my head. “You look cute when you smile.” The doctor said as he gently applied the ointment on my neck and looked at my lips. “Are... are you flirting with me?” I asked, as I didn’t like things that were confusing and confront people without thinking. “Can I?” He said, asking for permission, as his hands slowly moved downwards. Dude there isn’t any scar to apply.

He said, with a considerate look in his eyes. “Thanks, Jose,” I attempted a little smile as I put on the coat over my hospital gown. Jose and I walked back out to the waiting room of the hospital. Across from me stood three Capos: Moretti, Valenti, and the slimy Bruno. I had decided we didn't have to kill Bruno. After all, we didn't even kill Dante, who caused all this mess in the first place. Behind the three Capos stood a dozen soldiers, with their arms crossed and their faces colored with doubt.

At the same time, a man in a white coat carrying a medical kit walked toward me. I knew he was going to inject me with a sedative again. Maybe I was not sick at all. This was just his way of controlling me. Just as the doctor was about to inject me, I bit down viciously on the man holding my right arm, then grabbed the syringe and stabbed it into the left man's eye. "Come any closer and I'll jump!" I backed up to the edge of the deck. "Clarissa!" Fiorenzo stood, looking at me with fury.

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.

I couldn't get the image of me screaming under him, cumming like an idiot and even begging him to fuck me harder out of my mind. I scrubbed my neck until the skin was raw, desperate to wash away the scent of him, that mix of expensive cologne and the lust in his eyes. I leaned my forehead against the tile, letting the water pelt my back. I was Elias Carter, the captain of the Northwood Titans. My life was built on discipline, morning drills, and a reputation for being untouchable. Yesterday, I was all those things before I lost to Ryder. "Get it together," I hissed at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My lower lip was slightly swollen, a visible mark of my shame. I looked at the "C" on

"The Capo specifically requested to speak to the Doctor." Alex froze, his hand remaining suspended in mid-air for a fraction of a second. A subtle, rare look of surprise crossed his golden-gray eyes before he quickly dropped his arm, returning to his immaculate, stiff composure. He cleared his throat softly, shooting Luca a cold, warning look. "Luca. Do not play games with the Capo’s line." "I’m entirely serious!" Luca laughed, stepping right past his brother and extending the vibrating phone directly toward me. "Here you go, Doc. The Boss man wants a word. Don't keep him waiting, he sounded like he's already lost his patience with someone down south."