Sold to be the Mafia's Doctor

Chapter 3

Throughout Laura’s life, being a doctor itself is already a big responsibility for her. Definitely, as a life of every patient is at stake. But, the idea of such a massive responsibility drawing that line ended her up awfully mistaken, when what her father asks for her is an immeasurable duty.

A duty that she cannot get away from.

Or perhaps, she can?

Laura stared at her father in disbelief and aghast while his remarks are echoing on her ears.

“No way. No way.” Laura repeatedly muttered on her defensive position with her palms facing the old man. She took heavy steps backward as her ability to comprehend things is slowly diminishing away.

She gradually walked away from her dad with a foggy mind and then headed herself to her room. She needs a moment to process these things completely—and to find holes in this problem that they must get away from.

However, she hasn’t even reached the second floor with her foot half-way hanging in the surface of stair, when another flabbergasting remark was unrestricted from her dad’s mouth.

“Laura, please think this through. They will be here tomorrow to fetch you up.” Although, clear worry is hinted on his voice, a full conviction to hand her over to the Cosa Nostra is still what weighed the most.

At this point, Laura just don’t want to believe everything she heard, desperately hoping that this is just a dream.

But when she tried to sleep and wake up to stick into that hope, the gentle knocks of the door gave her a bad premonition. But since she clings into the hope of the things becoming just a dream, she stood up to her feet and gradually approached the door. Slowly, she tilted the knob and pulled it in.

“Laura…” a crestfallen look of her father greeted her eyes. “Please do it for me…” he muttered, leaving the woman with a quick realization and astonishment. Her widened eyes stared at him.

It’s not a dream.

“Tomorrow morning, they’ll be here. I want you to get ready—”

“No!” closing her eyes intently, Laura stormed. “I’m not going—” she didn’t finish her words when her father shook her shoulders.

“Laura, wake up! This is the only way—”

“No! We’ll run away, Dad! We can still escape! Let’s just not get caught up with them!” exclamations were thrown one after another. Laura quickly grabbed her belongings and messily gathered them in her empty luggage bag.

She aggressively went out of her room to go to her dad’s. Just like what she did to hers, she also grabbed clothes of his. Meanwhile, Christopher is just watching his panicked daughter unfolding before his eyes.

Laura grabbed the wrist of her dad to bring him with her. They will run away. They will escape from those sick people.

“We’ll ask for Richard to let us use his private plane.” Laura firmly spoke as she got inside the car. Her father couldn’t protest no more and just let out a deep and heavy sigh.

Richard Garfield, he’s her cousin in Christopher’s side. A pilot who also owns a private plane.

It’s already late in the evening when they are heading to the airport where Richard is at. To make things easier, she called her cousin in advance. It took her a few rings to receive the response from the other line.

“Richard, I need your help. Please, let us use your private plane.” She went straight to the point. Even though, her cousin was surprised and confused of a sudden request, he still ended up complying to her plead.

A few hours later, they found themselves in the busy airport. There are unusually a lot of people here. Strangely, there are always a few people wearing in black suit in each corner and side that Laura’s eyes laid on. Bad omen has started to rise inside of her, then. With that, she grabbed her dad and quickly went to the area where Richard is waiting for their arrival.

But she hasn’t even found her cousin yet, when a sturdy towering man is approaching her direction—to the point that his shadow has casted on her small and petite body. Laura’s shaking eyes locked gazes with the scary-looking man.

The bear-like man pressed the earpiece and remarked in his chilling voice, “I found her, Boss.”

Laura found herself stood frozen with her sultry natural red lips instantly becoming pale. A harsh force pushed the lump in her briefly dried throat. Suddenly, the man casted a glance at her father and what the strange scary man did left Laura dumbfounded.

That man, who she assumed a not ordinary one—specifically, under that stinking organization, just nodded at her dad as though a greet between friends who has something sick on their sleeves.

“Dad…” Laura nervously opened her mouth and slowly turned her head to him. When her eyes met his, Christopher then took her hand off of his wrist. Slowly, he shook his head at her, signifying that whatever they do, they will end up in their hands. He has already surrendered.

Being aware of that fact, Christopher messaged the Cosa Nostra beforehand when he was watching his daughter packing up. He knew very well that this is what Laura has thought. Even if it meant betraying his daughter, he has to do it.

So that both of them can live.

Not afar from them, a figure with a lingering mysterious sensation and dark atmosphere is paving his way toward their directions like a harsh and stormy wind passing through. He hasn’t even reached them yet but his aura already did. While his hawk-like serene cyan blue eyes are focused to one person only.

“Uh-huh, we got a stubborn b***h here, I suppose.” He sticked his mouth out and licked his lower lip. Seeing that innocent face left an immediate impression in him already, arching one end of his lips.

When he reached the spot, he has finally got the attention of the agitated woman. A woman whose existence that’s seemed to be carved in a unique way because of her features. That strange angelic face that he can safely say he had seen no one in this world a such façade. It’s unique, appealing, and mesmerizing.

He studied her shocked and widened almond jade eyes for a second, before averting them to the old man beside her. Certainly, this woman would be soon under his wing. He doesn’t have to stare at her for a long time.

“This is not what we had agreed upon, isn’t it?” a subtly playful yet ironically chilling and deep voice ensued. Along with it is a threatening smile that’s etched on his face.

“Mr. Adamson… It’s… It’s not—I apologize for the grave mistake that I have committed, Sir.” Alibi was instantly shifted to an apology in the raspy hoarse voice of the trembling mouth of the old man. Christopher knew, he knew very well that such a thing wouldn’t be possible to make as response.

Especially in the presence of this man, Adam Drake Adamson.