The mafia boss's nurse and lover

Episode 4

"I have waited long enough, and I can't deal with this anymore," said Elena.

I started my period today. Today has been the absolute worst day of my life. Having to deal with the drama of this day and still facing it is exhausting.

The cramps are so painful. My back hurts, my legs hurt, my head hurts, and my feet hurt even more.

I'm tucked away in this uncompleted building, struggling with my pains and that of Franco, the mafia boss.

It's raining heavily outside, intense tropical storms accompanied by thunder and lightning. It's getting cold as well, but it's a great time to escape. No one would notice or recognize us by this time.

I hold my stomach tighter as the pain fluctuates, causing tears to roll down my eyes as I help him to his feet.

The pain strikes, feeling as if I have been shot in my stomach. The aching stings as I hold my stomach. I'm breathing fast and clenching my arms around Franco. While we take each step bit by bit, I hear footsteps slamming against the floor.

"Nurse Elena," I heard a strange whisper from the doorway. I looked up to stare at Franco, a concerned look on his face, just like mine. He clenches his fist hard and is ready to punch with his strong hands.

Fear grips me as I mumble, clenching my teeth. A bright light flashes at us like a torch. He points his gun, ready to shoot anyone down.

"A deep voice speaks out immediately." Boss, it's Harris.

Harris is his trusted right-hand man, completely loyal to him. I feel a quick relief in my breath, with my hands holding on tight to my stomach. Thankfully, it wasn't someone dangerous and here to attack us.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asked in distress, looking at me up and down for the cause of my obvious pain and hands on my stomach.

I forced a nod. He places his hands on my stomach. "What's wrong, Elena?" he asks again in a worried tone. He must think I have been stabbed or shot, and honestly, it feels as if I have.

Does he care about me? I looked up at him for a second. "It's just my period," I looked, admitting.

I expected his worried expression to lessen, but it didn't. It looks just the same, just as worried, and weirdly, it warms my heart in a glowing way. I love this moment, but at the same time, I hate it.

"What can I do to help?" For real, he asked me.

Did he just ask me that question?

"Shouldn't we be worried about how we are going to leave this place without getting caught?" I asked in curiosity.

I quickly ignored him because if he asked me that question again, I would have a million answers to give him, like food, rest, peace of mind, my life, and giving back my freedom. But he's still my boss and one of the scariest and evilest men I have ever known, so instead, I say nothing.

I can't imagine who would end up with him. A husband is not a reward. A single and lonely life wouldn't be a bad idea for him, I murmured.

He turns around, quickly exiting the building with the help of Harris, leaving me with a weird and nervous look, causing my cheeks to squish slightly without being touched.

We got to the car, peeping up and down to ensure it was safe. I expect him to let me go home and have some rest, but no, he requests that I follow him. We arrived at his location. Mafia Empire, with wounded and injured thugs all over the place.

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It irritates me how much I want her, though. Wanting a woman this much can never be a plan for a man like me. I have never treated a woman with so much respect and love, no matter who you are. It wrecks me. It feels wrong.

"But, damn, there is just something about her, something really special and attractive, I can't help it," Franco keeps whispering to himself.

Nurse Elena, on the other hand, is helping one of my wounded men with a leg injury. I watch her with sleepy eyes. She works so passionately whenever she treats anyone I have ever seen, and not just me.

One side of me wants to let her have some rest because of her cramps pain. Now and again, her face scrunches in pain, but I wouldn't want to be nice to her. As much as it hurts me in a way to see her working tirelessly, I guess she's a good nurse, and it's her f*****g job anyway.

I keep watching. Just then, I see my boy's hand striving towards her ass disrespectfully and grab it.

What the f**k?

She pushes his hands in annoyance, and he tries it for the second time. She lands a hot slap on his face and stands up to her feet, retreating from his place.

I stood up abruptly. "What the hell," I reached for the gun beside me and walked towards him slowly, with an expression ready to blow off his brain.

I grab him by the neck against the wall, with my gun pointed at his head. Her looks and pitiful expression towards him, while I was just about to pull the trigger, weakened my soul.

I dropped the gun, giving him a serious warning. I'm sure that is enough to teach him a lesson never to do that again.

"How dare he do that to you? How many men try this s**t with you in my absence?"

Is this what they do whenever you come here to treat? Her silence tells it all. I glare at her spitefully and leave, blinded by anger and ferocity. It would never happen again, I assured her.

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A strong warning will be passed across to every one of them today.