The Mafia's Doctor

And now they know

    She ran until she was outside of the club and a litter more. The summer rain was pouring and she was all wet, her hair ruined and her makeup all smudged. What did she just do? There is no way she could face him from now on. O, God what was wrong with her? Why did it feel so good? She could still fell his hands over her body and the heat from him. For the first time her body was taking the lead. She was remembering his taste of tobacco and mint and his member hard and hot when she heard someone getting close.

    “What is a gorgeous kitten like you doing all alone in the rain?” Elle froze. A chubby average height man, with black hair wearing a shirt a size too small was getting closer to her. He smelt like alcohol and he started touching her arm, face and neck. Elle started retreating until she stumbled with her back on a wall. She started breathing faster.

    “Don’t be afraid kitten we are just gonna have some fun. I’m gonna make you scream in pleasure!” And he tried kissing her while with his left hand he cupped her private part. That is when she started screaming her lungs out. He covered her mouth with his free hand and continued with hi a*sault. “Shh, if you are good I’ll go easy on you.”She did not want to lose her virginity like this. No, she would not accept it. She took a big breath a kicked the greasy man hard in his nuts. The man started screaming and she started running but before she could free herself he grabbed her by the hair and started dragging her to his car.

    She started screaming and kicking trying to get out of his grip. He started to get angry and when he lowered himself to punch her she saw that as an opportunity and threw her fist in his nose. She felt his bones cracking and blood started gushing from his nose. She got back on her feet and started running.

    Meanwhile, Damian was left there disappointed. He hopped for more, he wanted more. Her smell was so sweet and he wanted just to undress her and fill her with his member. Her biggest mistake was letting him taste her because now he was addicted to her. He went after her. He was almost at the door when Ann spotted him and went to slither her way to him. She stopped in his way.

    “Damian, what are you doing here? Would you like some company?” And she slipped her hand on his pecks, biting her lower lip. He was angry, he wanted to go and find his girl and she was in his way. The lights were dimmed and she was too drunk to understand the way he was looking at her. He took her hand between his thumb and index and threw it away. She was surprised and tried again, but this time he was ready and avoided it. He pushed her aside and went on his way. Ann remained there with a stupid look on her face.

    Damian went into the rain and started looking for Elle, not being able to find her he took his phone out to call his men when he hear it. A murderous scream that made his hair stand on his back. It was her voice. Nobody touches what is his. He started running in the direction of the scream when from that direction he saw a figure running towards him. He recognized her and opened his arms for her to come when he spotted a man following her, pointing a gun at her.

    He only had one second to react and save her. He choose to take her in his arms and in one move he turns his back to the man and takes the bullet in his back. He grunts and a second later another shotgun was heard. He had shot the other man in his head.

    “Baby girl, are you ok?” he looked at her from head to toe. She was holding her hand in a protective stand. “Yeah, but you killed him to save me?” said Elle trembling.”And I would do it again!” Damian moved and felt the pain in his shoulder and grimaced. Elle worried turned him and saw the wound. “You have to let me take care of you!” It sounded more like a demand than a statement. “Let’s get out of here! Someone could have heard the shotguns and call the police. F*ck! I can’t find my phone I must of dropped it.” He took her hand and started to go back to the club.

    Elle stopped him. “No, I need to clean your wound.”Stop it! It’s not important! I had worse, trust me!” Elle’ heart broke a little at his words but she stood her grounds. “No, you’ll come with me!” Damian angry and already in pain made a murderous face and turned to face her. When he saw the way she was looking at him, with so much care he agreed. “Fine, how?” “My place!” she answered and started running the opposite direction.

    Her place was like 12 minutes away from the club if you walked but since they were running they were there in about 5 minutes. When she arrived at the door, she put the key in the lock and turned the knob. The tension was so thick in the air. He was the first man she was attracted to that went inside her home. She turned the light on. Her studio apartment was comfortable and quite cute. On the left was a round glass table with six chairs and the wall was made of glass. On the right was a mini island, a kitchen and another door. Right ahead was a coach with a TV over a mini book collection.

    She guided him to the other door. When she opened the door there was a cute little bedroom with a bed for 2, with 2 nightstands, one on each side of the bed. A small door on the left that went to the balcony and another to the right that went to the bathroom. A big dresser completed the room.

    She made him lay on the bed when he took her hand. She winced and then is when he sees her hand. It was all black and looked broken. From the adrenalin and the worries for him she forgot about it. He kissed her knuckles. “I hope you have ice. What happened to your hand?” he got up of the bad and grimaced. He stopped for a second and then he started walking again to the fridge. She was shocked; she never had someone that would take care of here except for her parents. He was in way worst than her and he was still worried about her."I broke his nose."

    She followed him to the kitchen when he bumped into her on his way back. That was for the first time when she really took in his looks. He was as tall as the door frame, with bold shoulders; his face was sculpted with his square jaw and stubble checks. Even with his face contorted by the pain he was handsome. He guided her to the bed and not losing her eyes he puts the pack of ice on her hand. She squeaked, he frowned.

     “You should turn around and take your shirt of so I could see your wound.” He smirked. “You don’t have to lay so you can see me naked. You should just ask and for you’ll do it with pleasure. She blushed; this man was making her squirm in her place. He continued. “And with that hand you can’t even open a bottle of water.” She was lost in that perfect smile of his, with those full lips that drove her crazy not even an hour ago. She shook her head and put her other hand on him turning him around. “Strip, please!” He did as asked; he could never deny her anything and mostly not something like this.

    The wound was deep, but not as serious as she was afraid off. The bullet somehow managed to go through and through thanks to his muscles. “Seems pretty clean, it should be enough to clean it up and to put some compressive dressing.” She started doing that and after she was finished see said. “I have never seen someone like you to not say a word while I work on them.” He turned around and that was the moment when she saw for the first time the necklace. She froze! With a trembling hand she started touching the cross.

    “Where did you get this?” Asked Elle with a hopeful look in her eyes. She thought she would never see it again. He took her hand in his. “Why?” asked Damian, he was so hopeful, could he be so lucky? Was she under his nose for the last 2 months? For the first time in so long he prayed. “I need to see something for a second. Turn the necklace around, please. “He did it and when her eyes locked with the part where the necklace had been broken and rewired several times over her childhood she had no doubts. Their hearts were beating like crazy.

    “This is mine! I thought I lost it forever! How did you got it?” His gaze was full of love. He had done it, he had found her. “Wait a minute!” She went on her tiptoes and checked at his left eyebrow although it was barely visible he had a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt there. “You are the man from the crash…” but she couldn’t finish her words because he captured her lips and started kissing her with all his power. He was pouring in it all his love and desire over these years.

    “I can’t believe I found you my angel after all this time.” He was all smiles. For the first time in his life he was truly happy. He took the necklace from his neck and put it on hers. She smiled at him and said. “You don’t have any idea what this means for me.” And she hugged him.

    After staying a couple of minutes like that she took a few steps back. “I think we should talk. I am going to make some coffee. Do you want some?” 

    He was looking over the city from the living room and waited patiently. When she returned she stopped for a few seconds to take in the image of the God staying in from of her shirtless. He felt her and turned around all smiles. For him she was a dream, scared that if he says the wrong thing she would run away he extended his hand and took one of the mugs.

    She smiled back; he could not take his eyes of off her. In her white fluffy robe she was so cute. They sat down on the couch none of them having the courage to start. Elle cleared her voice and asked a bit shy. “How did you get my cross?” He took her hand and said. “Well, when I got discharged from the hospital it was in my belongings. They said that I was holding it when I was broth in. I felt a connection with it when I put my hands on it for the first time. I assumed it belonged to the emerald eyed woman that saved me and I kept it safe for her until I found her again. I mean until I found you again.” And he touched her cross.

    She had no words he had kept it for so long just to give it back to her. Tonight she had seen two sides of him, the first one when he killed for her and the second one when he gave her the necklace. And both of them had her in common.

    “How are you holding in? After you witnessed me killing that guy.” It was like they were thinking the same thing, in the same time. “I feel bad that you had to do that to save me and that you got shot.” She caressed his face. “I was serious when I said I would do it again for you, more now that I know you are my angel.” He took the hand she was caressing him with and he started kissing every one of her fingers. Something was stirring in the lower part of her body so she took her hand back and she shyly smiled.

    “How come you are not scared of me or the dead guy?” Asked Damian curious. She laughs and answers. “Death is part of my job; I see it at least once a month if I am lucky if not even quicker. And some of the times by my hands. But by the looks of it I won’t be working for a couple of weeks.” And she chuckled.He liked hearing her. 

    Elle raised her head from the floor and looked him in his eyes. It was like he was seeing her soul. He started getting closer; he needed to feel her close and her skin under his touch. He could not resist her and neither did she. He started kissing her rosy lips. At first it was slow and gentle; he started liking her lips with his tongue. This time she let him in without putting any fight. As they started roaming each other’s body the heat between them got unbearable. He started to undress her when she stopped him. “Please, stop! I can’t!” frustrated Damian said. “You have no idea long I’ve been waiting for this and how many times I’ve imagined this.” He breathed hard and then he said. “I’m sorry! It’s just that even though I did not know you were the woman I was looking for, you made me want you as you and now that I know you are the same person, I just want you to show you how much I needed you and wanted you.”                         

    Elle was crimson read, she was blushing and was trying to hide it, but he saw her and put both of his hands on her face. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.” She took a deep breath and said. “Look, Damian!” it was the first time she had called him by his name, not boss or mister or sir. He wouldn’t mind being called Sir by her. But in this moment his name rolled so beautifully out of her lips.

    “The thing is that… Ohm, I don’t know how… I’m a virgin. Ok, here I said it.” She waited for him to start laughing and to make fun of her but what he did took her by surprise. He leaned forward and took her and put her over his body. They stay like this for a few second and then he says. “F*ck baby, sorry I’m a f*****g beast.” She starts giggling; it was funny to see him like this. “It’s not like I’m a nun. It’s just that I did not felt the need to do it with anyone else until now.” She said the last part almost whispering but he heard it and smiled from ear to ear.

    After some time of staying in silence she raised her head and said. “Would you mind telling me things about you? I would like to know you better.” He agreed but only if she would say in return things about her. This was a good way to take his head from the massive boner he had.