Predestined for the mafia boss

Him

Yurich

I observe the map of the city exposed on the huge wall of the office, all the main points marked under our control, the growing irritation is a danger for men like me, especially in situations like this. This is no time to lose consciousness in the face of this invasion, an attack within my territory. I snap my fingers trying to put together the missing pieces to catch the traitors, but nothing but having a traitor within the organization goes through my mind, someone close enough to wreak havoc.

I ignore her screams reverberating through the house even being bitten by this mosquito of indecision, why did you bring her here?

"With a powerful throat like that I can bet you can swallow my cock."

Dimitri’s voice only serves to annoy me, I do not answer his s**t I do not feel like giving him more reasons for questions that I can not answer. I walk through the room and serve a generous drink before sitting on the leather sofa. My little brother follows my movements, taking away the sadism that the son of a b***h loves, was always like that, Dimitri following in my footsteps.

"So what do you intend to do with her?"

"You can’t even sit in silence for half an hour."

"So you can stare at the girl’s voice until she can’t stand to scream anymore?"

I retort my lips taking in a single sip of the drink, feeling the throat burn.

"What do you suggest?" - I question.

"If you want to conquer it, I suggest you use the traditional methods"

I turn my face to the side and observe his stoic profile as if he were just adding one plus one and not being a first-rate jerk.

"What would it be?" - Curiosity beats me.

"Syndrome of Stockholm."

I support my elbows against my legs, I feel guilty for realizing that the screams ceased, the moment I heard the voice of this woman something strange happened, I do not know how to deal with it, I do not know how much less what fate I can give her in the middle of a conflict. If we’re being invaded then this is the worst time to have someone inside my house, and as hateful as it is to admit, I don’t want her to be a target.

"Just you brother, to compare me to any f*****g kidnapper." - Finally I reply feeling the alcohol dull my fury.

"Don’t be coy Yuri." - He uses the nickname whenever we’re alone. "Women within the mafia marry out of obligation, we are not sure of the things that happen in every house or every marriage there is no other than when deaths happen."

I pull a deep breath because this is the distorted reality in our world that even as head of the organization I can not change.

"What’s that got to do with it?"

"If women inside the mafia marry believing in flowers why can’t you make an outsider fall in love with your kidnapper?"

It’s a very interesting question, I throw my head back against the sofa watching the ceiling, I felt that I was dead when that sweet voice came up, I felt dry when your eyes watched me with concern.

"I don’t want to win her over like that." I finally get to answer.

I feel my brother’s eyes burning my skin, either out of doubt of what he heard or out of curiosity.

"There is no other way for that woman to fall in love with you, she was kidn*pped in the middle of the night, hurt, and even saw you pulling a man’s fingers off."

I run my hands over my face stunned by thoughts.

"In addition, she is a doctor working in a hospital and from what I have investigated is one of the few or the only one who cares about each of the patients."

Releasing the air forcefully being taken by an irritation just to imagine her giving attention to others, Dimitri does not know the time to stop talking, and continues quoting each of the compliments he heard about the little Aphrodite, should have imagined that before my reaction he would do something like this.

"I’m sending her away." - I say finally cutting the monologue.

"What the f**k, man?"

"Get two men you can trust to check her out."

I lift the body of the sofa and leave inside the office towards the room I left closed, open the door and find the small body asleep against the floor, I take it in my arms noticing that it is cold, by put it on the bed I go in the direction of the bathroom and return with the first aid kit in my hands.

I clean the small feet a little reddish from the burns of the snow against the skin, renew the dressings of previous wounds, and sit watching the mild and peaceful sleep. Somehow strange I need to go over the decision I made, I never changed my word about something or someone, but I feel that I could adhere to the idea of Dimitri and leave her here until begging to be with me at all times.

But it is this other strange, unexplored, and undecided side that wishes to have it willingly that keeps me firm as the hours pass.

When the sun is finally setting the long lashes beat stunned seeking to situate, I watch as they pass from frightened to fear, when your eyes find mine changing posture making clear how much you are afraid of what you saw me doing, checking if my hands are still dirty letting out a sigh to realize that they are not.

"Please... - She coughs taking her hand to thin throat. - Do not lock me here again."

I close my eyes tightly clenching my jaw, as I open my expectation for my response, her shoulders hunched in hopelessness.

"I will not go."

The tears form in the corner of her eyes and the hiccup can not be contained, I lift the body standing sticking my hand in the pockets and imposing a safe distance not to advance in it as the animal inside my mind wishes to do.

"I saved you" - Murmurs low.

"I know."

She lifts her curious gaze her beauty is so captivating, and the kindness emanating from her makes me want to destroy every beautiful piece of her heart and her soul.

"I have patients who need me."

"Then go away" - I reply without any emotion in the voice.

I see the unbelief passing to animation that soon turns to fear.

"What’s the catch in that?"

I hide the smile that was meant to form on my lips.

"If you say anything about what happened to anyone or the police, I will make sure you go back to that room and never leave."

It is much more than a simple promise because it is what I want to do at this moment and I am giving up doing it for her, this is much scarier than having a traitor in the organization.

"The shoes are on the side of the bed, put them on and get off my property before I regret it, a car will take you to the city."

I observe for a moment the incredulous reaction but soon get out of the room going directly to the dungeon of the property needing much more than answers about the attack.

I need to forget the image of this woman.