The Mafia's Doctor

His torment

    A massive room, with high ceiling, a man dressed all in black standing behind his mahogany desk, in a high imperial chair, with a stern and angry look in his eyes bearing the scars from some time ago. The lights were dimmed, only his silhouette could be seen in that office. Like every night for the past almost 3 years he was thinking of her. With a glass of whiskey in his right hand and the necklace in his left hand, he kept looking at the little cross that was shinning like small stars in the blackness of the room.

    He, Damian Moretti, was one of the most successful men on the planet. Not only for the fact that his family had businesses all around the world, but also in every industry. From restaurants to casinos, from hotels to hospitals, you name it and his family would have it. He was wanted by all the ladies, he was about 1.95 m tall, built like a god, with broad shoulders, every single one of his muscles were well defined and toned, but his eyes were the ones that attracted the most. Their color would glimmer like the sea and with his jet black hair you could not resist him.

    Although he was handsome, sexy and rich he also was the next in line to become the new leader of one of the most dangerous Mafia's of all time. They followed their own code and anyone who dared stand against them would end up dead or worse, his loved ones. But even so, with the power his money gave him and his position , not even the King of Hell could find the angel that saved his life that night.

    He tried asking, bribing and when that did not work he started drawing blood. But the truth was that no one knew the girl that saved him. The police only told him she was a doctor and that she was working at one of the hospitals in the aria. When he heard that he bought all the hospitals around the place where he had crashed and looked at every photo that he could find of any employs but he never found her. And he never did because by the time he started looking at the hospitals near that place she had finished her internship program and had went back to the hospital that was assigned first. Little did he know she wasn’t so far after all.

    He could not remember much from that night, but whatever he could he treasured like his own life. Every night when he goes to sleep he remembers those emerald eyes and her sweet voice. That is his punishment. Every night.

    He tried f*****g women that looked like her, God knows how much he wants her, but it was never enough. He liked f*cking them rough, making them scream and see them cry. Sometimes f*cking them until they would pass out, but it was never enough. He was never satisfied with them.The monster in him wanted more, he wanted the fire in him to be put down. His skin would burn just by thinking at her, he needed her and he needed her more than ever.  

    No matter how rough and bloody he would push his d*ck in them, those leeches would always come back thinking that they were gonna become the next Mrs. Moretti. Those h*res only wanted more and begged him for more.   

    Frustrated, thinking once again at his illusion, without realizing he griped the glass so hard that it smashed in his hand in thousands of pieces. At first he did not even felt the pain but after some time the blood started to drip on his pants and the feeling of the warm liquid woke him from his trance.

    He took a black handkerchief and put it on the wound. He had been beaten, shot at, tortured so many times that a little thing like this was nothing for him. He got up, took his car keys and went out the door. He needed to let out some steam and how better then to interrogate some motherf*ckers who had the balls to mess with what is his.

     He love driving fast, even after the accident he loved the adrenaline, in one way he was thinking that maybe this was the only way he would see her again, being in another crash. But he loved being in control even more and with her missing, the beast inside his soul was winning. He was the King of Hell. He put the gas pedal to the floor and he started driving swiftly to his crew.

     When he arrived nobody dared to make eye-contact with him, they knew better then to get in his way  when he had that murderess look. He was walking like he ruled the world, in a way he was.

     “Nickolas, any news?” He asked with a husky and steady voice. Nikolas was his right hand and had known him since they were in dippers. They would give their lives for each other and not only that but he was his twin sisters’ husband.

     “You mean any new from the 3 hours you went away?” laughing. He was the only one that had the balls to speak to him like that, he was not afraid to stand his post when he had to and was not bullied that easily.

     “Funny! I need to t*rture something or I will start beating you, again!” and he continued his way.

     “Ha! And start a new war with you sister? I don’t think so!” following him in to the tunnels. Damian grimaced. He loved his sister, but he knew her all too well. She had their fathers power and their mothers stubbornness. In one word she was him and he wouldn’t wish for anybody to be his enemy. 

    The hideout was very good positioned under a tone of underground tunnels that nobody knew about. At first they were part of a mining rout but with time the people forgot about it and started to build the city above it. One day his father was trying to expand the facility when he stumbled over an entrance. At first he wanted it covered but after a quick look at it he transformed it into what it is today. They had everything there from rooms to train in to dungeons, from showers to weapons rooms. Anything and everything you wanted you had there.

    They were the mafia but they had 3 golden rules.

1.       They did not r*pe or sell women, sorely they had brothels and strip clubs, but all the girls there worked because they wanted and because they could make tones of cash with the snap of their fingers.

2.       They don’t harm children.

3.       They don’t do businesses with drugs. 

    He hated drugs! But any other job they did. They would sell weapons, kill or kidnap on command, launder money in their strip clubs and they would blackmail anyone that was useful for them. Knowledge is power! And that is his motto.

    "We have a couple of rats, that we caught a few days ago but I didn’t had the time to get to them. You can have them. I’m going home anyways, Liz is moody as hell this days. She’s becoming more like a beast with every week that passes and no, not in the sheets." 

    “F*ucker, that’s my sister! And she is caring your baby so shut the f*ck up and make her happy! Or else you will end up with a bullet between your eyes!         

     “You couldn’t live without me!” Nikolas said laughing and going the other way.

     “You are right; I’m cutting your balls next time. She will thank me! Said Damian without a muscle moving on his face. Nikolas knew he was not kidding. Family was the most sacred thing for Damian, most of all his twin sister. Without even thinking Nikolas touched his balls to see if they were still there.