Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

He picks it up and starts flicking through the information inside. “That is Dr. Jonathan Ferrero, he specializes in fertility but also has an impressive history in obstetrics. I want you to bring him to me.” I blow a cloud of smoke into the air and rest back in my chair, kicking my feet up on the desk and letting my mind wander back to the little creature I have chained in my basement. I really hope Daddy’s been keeping her a virgin in preparation for her suitor. The benefits will soon be mine if he has. “And there’s nothing I can say to convince you that this is a bad idea?” Daniel interrupts my train of thought.

Nero muttered with annoyance. Alessandro is thinking the same, and so does Reed. "I think we should keep an eye on that doctor" Alessandro suggested. "Wouldn't it be easy to tie him and demand answers before sending him back to his maker?" Reed said with annoyance. Alessandro shook his head while Nero contemplated about what Reed just suggested. Reed is hot tempered, while Nero is a thinker. Alesso on the other hand is a strategist. The trio will compensate the short comings of each other perfectly. That's why all the other bosses fear them so much. No one dares to cross the trio. They all know not to trifle with any of them. Because if they target one of the trio, the other two will come to

His hands were cuffed to the railings and so were his legs. “Doctor,“ Darius acknowledged as light footsteps approached us. I was forced to tear my intense gaze away from Jason and fixed them on the doctor instead. He was one of the best in the pack, and of course, he was a wolf. But he wasn't just any kind of Doctor, he was among the specialists that have studied the rogues' anatomy over the years and can help in situations such as this. “Go cover yourself up. You don't wanna get infected,” Dr. Freya gestured at Darius with his head. “All of you,“ He pointed to the other warlords and Victor.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

he added, trying to explain to me everything in a short but precise manner. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes close. Why am I even this worried for this man to the point that I don't need to pretend because it just came out so naturally? He is the well known Sain Czar Ildefonso, he is merciless, ruthless, and a notorious mafiaso. He is dangerous, defending himself will be easy for him. I shouldn't get worried. "Alright..." I breath out. "But we need to go to the hospital, Cassinno is bleeding"

Nino also has a long scar running down the left side of his face. “Good morning, Dr. Ross. I am feeling much better thanks to you.” His smile is bright and kind as he looks at me over the table. His seat is next to Franco and across from Pierto. From the time that I have been treating Nino I have realized that he is a bit more careful than Franco in his temper. He is still mighty playful but he is much more toned down. After the performance at the buffet table I can also see that Mr. Peccati has a playful side, even though I mostly found it anoying and bordering to sexual harrasment. Is Alessio jealous of the relationship Catherine has with Franco? Please leave a comment!

A knock on the door interrupts our intense stare down and I go to open it. "Doctor. Step aside, let's talk." Dr. Fabiano has been the head of the Familia's health centre ever since my father was Capo and I'm retaining his services. He's a good man. His eyes rove over me. "You look fine to me so it is obviously not you in need of my services. Who am I treating, son?" I heave a sigh. Here goes. "Her name is Skylar. Skylar Romanov." I watch as realization dawns on Dr. Fabiano and the light disappears from his eyes. He drops his work bag on the marble floors beside him and stares at me, his mouth slack with shock.

an Alpha doctor? “Don’t let it get to you. We’re all adults, and outside the play zone nobody’s going to disrespect you or talk about it.” Lorenzo’s low voice rumbled. “Did you know him?” I didn’t even lift my head. Honestly, I didn’t care that much about the doctor. What was eating me alive was everything that had happened... and what it was going to cost. “Yeah. He was on the list to be the main buyer and distributor for Luna Nera. He owns one of the most important networks of fertility hospitals,” he explained.

I warned, my voice low, deadly, “if you’ve messed with her memories—if you’ve played even one fucking game—I swear to whatever devil you worship, I will end you.” “I’m not a doctor,” he said casually. “I mean—I am—but not her doctor. I don’t ‘cure’ memory loss. If she regains something after seeing me, it’s not my fault. I’m returning her exactly the way she came to me. What happens after is your problem.” Typical Rafael. The most psychotic doctor in our underworld—studied medicine just so he could understand the human body well enough to torture people with precision. No one in our mafia world carries the level of insanity he does. No one!

Too shallow. Nevio stood a few steps away, silent, his eyes fixed on her like he was memorizing every detail in case this went wrong. There was something raw in his expression—anger, guilt, something closer to fear—but he kept his hands clenched at his sides, like touching her would break something. “This is what they do,” he said quietly, more to himself than to us. “They don’t just hurt the body. They exhaust the will.” Nestore came back into the room. “She’s on her way. Ten minutes.”