Mafia’s Doctor

Chapter 5: New Home

After Nickey took my last suitcase, I took a sit in my room. Not believing that this happening to me. I cried the whole time while packing. I hate it. 

Why is this happening to me? Why me?

After a minute Marco walked in. I looked at him begging internally to let me stay.

"Come one, get up. I don't have all day " He just stood there with his arms crossed. I started crying for the millionth time today. Shaking my head from side to side I let my tears fall.

"Please " I half-whispered, begging. Marco grabbed me from my arm and starting dragging me out of my room.

"Please no, please don't " I sobbed trying to break free from his grip, which only made him tighten his hold on me. Making me wince in pain.

"Please you're hurting me " I sobbed, my legs giving out. I couldn't carry my own weight anymore.

Marco just grabbed me and throw me over his shoulder causing me to gasp in surprise. I started punching his back. As hard as I could. 

"Stop! Put me down" my voice came out hoarse, probably from all the screaming and crying. But I kept hitting his back with my fists. He didn't even flinch. Giving up I just let my hands hang and be carried like a rag doll.

Once we reached the car which was a black  Audi I believe, he opens the door and pushed me in getting himself as well. I leaped towards the other passenger side in an attempt to get out but  Nickey beat me to it.

"Sorry, Doc," said Nicki and made himself comfortable. I was squeezed between the two of them.

"Can I get some water?" I asked.

Marco was looking down in his phone typing awake when he said.

"Rickie give her a bottle of water " the driver, which was giant number two, reached from the front sit grabbed the bottle, and gave it to me.

Giant numbers one and two were Rickie and Nickey. They were probably brothers. They kind of looked like. Both were bold with fully bearded, stand at 6'2", had broad shoulders.

Taking a sip of water to soothe my throat from all that crying and screamed. I noticed how tired I was. Closing my eyes I let myself relax and lull to sleep. 

I was half asleep when I felt being picked up by someone and carried. I was too tired and didn't want to open my eyes. I felt whoever is carrying me go up the stairs. I heard a door being opened and I was gently being placed on the bed and as soon my head hit the pillow I was knocked out again.

~*~

When I opened my eyes I was greeted by the dark grey ceiling. Wait? My walls were never dark? Let alone grey. Setting up on my position I looked around. The reality hit me I was not home. These events of last played in my head like a movie scene.

Which means this was Marco's room. I could tell by the strong smell of his cologne. His king-size bed was in the middle following two small drawers next to it. TV was attached to the wall. On the right side was a small coffee table with two armchairs next to it. Behind were double doors which I am assuming led to the balcony. On the left, there were two doors my guess bathroom, and closet. Groaning I got up from the bed steadying myself. I slowly walked to one of the doors and opened it. The grand bathroom. This bathroom alone was bigger than my own at home. The shower was a medium-sized cube with a bunch of showered hands attached to it. It has its own separate bathtub very authentic looking. Far aside was a toilet and a sink for two. With a bunch of cabinets assuming was filled with towels.  Locking the door to the bathroom. I turned on the shower. Best believe If I am going to stay here. I am going to take advantage of this bathroom.

After showered and wrapping two towels on me one for my hair and one for my body. I walked to the sink and opened the button drawer. Finding an extra toothbrush with a hairdryer and hairbrush. I brushed my teeth, blowed dried my hair, and combing through it. Opening the bathroom door I walked only to see Marco sitting on the bed with his head down. His tie was undone and his suit looked all wrinkly. Did he just come home? I didn't know what time it was but judging the sun was out I would assume it's morning. Without saying anything or even looking at him. I walked quickly to my suitcase that was placed at the end of the bed. I opened grabbed some sweatpants and a t-shirt along with my bra and underwear. I walked back into the bathroom to change. When I walked out. Marco was still in the same position.

Now the doctor in me wanted to go and check him to make sure he was all right. But the b***h in me, she said he can go f**k himself. I like the b***h me. Ignoring him I walked towards the door all for the purpose of leaving but was stopped by mister grumpy.

"Where do you think you are going," he said without lifting his head.

"Out" I simply stated reaching for the door handle.

"Did I give your permission?" he said looking up.

"Excuse me! I can do whatever I want" I huffed angrily" I grabbed the doorknob with full attention in twisting it open.

"Tsk tsk tsk " Marco expressed his disapproval. Getting up from his position he walked towards me. I had already turned around looking at him.

"Now listen to me Doctor, you are not allowed to do anything without my permission " he leaned towards me with both of his hands placing on the door, next to my head. I frowned and what he said.

"You want me to ask your permission before I do anything? " I growled angrily at him.

"I am not your prisoner. I am not going to ask your permission before I do anything. You are crazy if you think that. No as a matter of fact you are nuts. What kind of person do you think you are. You are not my parent you can't tell me what I can and can do. What I can say..."  he stopped me midway by placing his index finger on my lips.

"You talk too much " he simply stated.

"Tonight you are going to be my wife tonight you will sign the marriage license and if you, for any second show the marriage officiant that you are being forced" he looking straight into my soul.

"I would simply kill your brother " the color drained from my face. Fear took over my body.

"You can't kill my brother, you will not touch him" I stuttered. I tried to control my breathing. When he softly caressed my cheek. Weirdly it was working but I wasn't gonna tell him that. 

"You will stay here. I will sand in a maid to attend to your needs" he said walking towards the closet and closing the door leaving no room to argue.

Turning towards the door I turned on the knob, but it didn't budge. The door was locked. I tried twisting and pushing and it didn't work.

Marco walked out the door dressed in freshly new clothes. Taking the keys from his pocket he smirked at me.

I hate him.

I walked towards him I could feel my tears threading to come out. I tried to attack him. Punching him didn't work because he grabbed both of my hands.

"I hate you, you ruined my life " I screamed hysterically.

"I am sick and tired of your childish acts" he yelling at my face. Throwing me on the bed and walking away.

I grabbed his arm stopping him mid-way.

"You can't keep here" I screamed at his face not carrying if I looked crazy.

"Oh yeah watch me " he roared as he walked out of the door. Shutting it closed.

"Let me out! Open this damn door" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I banged on the door as hard as I could hurting my wrist in the process. Pulling my wrist close to me, I examine the new bruise that was forming around it. Holding my wrist close to me I slid down leaning on my back and letting my sobs control me.

Cussing at myself for taking the shortcut.

Authors Note: well that was intense.  Looks like the wedding is tonight.