Chapter 3

Alessio

That little fucker is going to pay for this. Nino is like a brother to me and if he dies… Gregor will wish he was never born. I have already sent a team to collect him, or his brother if he decides to not show himself. He will come to me in that case. You never abandon your brother to suffer through your punishment.

Then there is the little doctor. I twist and turn her ID between my fingers lost in thoughts. Dr. Catherine Ross. Okay, she is not all that little. Tall, at least 5’9 and a bit more than chubby. I wouldn’t call her fat but she’s definitely not slim in any way. Long blond hair tied up in a tight ponytail high in her head. She wore baggy and shapeless clothes to hide her body and make her look much larger than she probably is.

But her look is not the problem here. It’s her presence. She shouldn’t have been there but she was. And now I have to make sure she won’t be an inconvenience for me, for the family. I hate hurting women, but I can’t just let her leave once she is done with Nino. But what can I do?

Then there is the fact that she’s just not a nobody. Apparently she is a brilliant emergency surgeon and her reputation at the hospital she works at is excellent. And then there is the fact that she is some rich kid. Luckily she doesn’t have any living family except her demented mother, an aunt in europe and two uncles up north. Tommy could not find out if she has any close friends or a boyfriend on such short notice but it doesn’t seem like it.

“Boss?” I drag my eyes from the driver's license of our problem. A driver’s license with a picture that I have been studying for the past ten minutes as my mind works in circles about what to do with the woman. I meet the steady gaze of Franco, Nino’s older brother.

“Yes?” I sigh, throw the license on the desk and sit up straight in the chair. Franco knows what both he and Nino mean to me. We have been inseparable since we were in diapers. My father was the boss before me and their father was his best friend and closest supporter. It is only natural that we would continue their legacy.

“What are you going to do with the woman? We can’t just send her on her merry way.” He says. I sigh and drag my hand over my face.

“I don’t know, Franco. I don’t feel like killing her just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Then there is that other thing. At first glance she’s not much to look at but then she opened her mouth and spit out words no one in their right mind would ever direkt towards me. Her blue eyes flashing with anger, her pale skin flushing pink. Fuck! The sight of her fighting for my brother had me hard in seconds. I want to have her, at least once. A taste. A feel. Even though she’s so much different from every other woman I have ever fucked. Perhaps that's why she’s so tantalizing. He nods with his brows furrowed in deep thought.

“We could use a surgeon. The doctor we have now is, what should I say, useless? He barely knows the knee from the elbow.” I laugh out loud feeling some of my tension dissipate.

“Yeah. He’s definitely not Dr. Wallace. Too bad he was a traitorous bastard.” The anger at Dr. Wallace's betrayal when treating my father still burns hot in my chest, even though I took out my revenge against him. My father would still be alive and thriving if he had done his job. Instead I had to bury him next to my mother two years ago and take over the family.

“She seems to have a good head on those shoulders and surely she knows more than Dr. Davies. He could be her assistant, or we could just kill him.” I snort as I take in his point.

It would be good to have a knowledgeable doctor to treat our family when injuries occur. And a surgeon would be even better. The times a surgery has to be done are more of a certainty than accidental in our occupation.

“It could work. Of course she would have to stay here, with guards. I don’t think she will stay willingly.” I smirk at the memory of her defiance and confident facade. Franco chuckles.

“Yeah. She will probably be a firecracker to keep around here. Put Pietro on her and she will be subdued soon enough. That gargoyle can handle anything!” I hum at his proposition.

“It is decided then. She will stay as our doctor.” With newfound energy I stand up. “I have to take a shower and put on some fresh clothes so I can receive our new physician once she’s done saving your brother's life. You can form a team to go to her place and pick up whatever things she might need. Everything else, we sell with her place.” I pick up her keys from her bag and toss them in his direction. “Pick up her car as well. It should be at the retirement home on the other side of the park where we picked her up. Her mother stays there.”

“Will do, boss!” I walk him out of my office and take the path to my room. I take a shower and then return to the office to arrange for her living quarters while I wait for the surgery to be over. I place her in a room in my own personal wing so I can keep an eye on her. And then there is the fact that she intrigues me like no other woman ever had.

I receive notice that they have caught Gregor and are bringing him in and placing him in the dungeon. I smirk and think up what to do to punish him for shooting my brother when a knock sounds on my door.

“Boss. The surgery is done and the doctor is cleaning off right now. She will be done in a few minutes.” It is a young man that was initiated just the other month. He is an eager and hard working boy and will be a good complement to our family.

“Thank you, Stan.” I say with a serious but approving face. He gives me an eager smile at my acknowledgment of a job well done. I rise from my chair and throw my light gray suit jacket over my black button up shirt. I follow Stan out of the office and he leads me to the room where the woman is currently freshening up after surgery.

I only have to wait for ten minutes before she emerges from the room dressed in a simple dark blue dress that sits snugly on her curvaceous body. It shows off every curve of her soft body and draws my eyes to her generous cleavage. She is pulling on the hem, trying to get it further down her thighs but it won't budge. She moves on to try and pull it up over her generous cleavage but that only has it rising on her thighs. She lets out a small growl at her predicament. I’m hard again.

I clear my throat to get her attention and her clear blue eyes snap up to meet mine. The color on her cheeks turns crimson and she once again tug on the hemline of the skirt. I don’t mind at all. The neckline creeps down showing off her huge breast. I hold back a groan at the sight of her breast barely being contained inside that tight dress. I love big breasts.

“Oh. Um. Hi. Um. The surgery went well and the man, ehm Nino, will survive.” Her voice is shaking with uncertainty and embarrassment. I let my eyes visibly travel down the length of her body and she shifts uncomfortably. “This was the only thing they could find in my size. Or it is not my size. It is a bit too small. My clothes were all bloody and ruined.” She rambles and does her best trying to cover her body with her arms. I only stare at her, making her feel more uncomfortable and awkward. I smirk inwardly, liking to see her squirm in front of me.

A sadist through and through! How will Catherine ever manage this difficult and sadistic man?