Claimed by her Mafia Doctor

Chapter Three

I didn't understand what I was doing. I was kissing a total stranger at a train station,in front of so many people.

He looked confused at first, but then he slowly began to kiss me back.

The kiss became intense, I felt my eyes close even though I didn't mean to.

After a long minute, he slowly pulled his lips from mine, and stared into my eyes.

“Nice to meet you too, Little bug,”

I suddenly flushed, my cheeks burning like they've been pressed on a hot brimstone.

I quickly stepped back, breaking out of his strong hold.

“I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry,” I muttered, looking up at him.

Gosh! He was so tall and handsome.

A frown suddenly greased his face, making him even more handsome. He didn't say a word.

With his piercing eyes still fixed on me, he reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. Then, without another word, he turned and walked straight into the empty compartment.

A voice boomed through speakers claiming another train is on its way, then the train began to move.

People murmured and cursed, but they was nothing anyone could do.

After the murmurs had died down, everyone went back to waiting.

“Omg! That was hot! That's the hottest man I've ever seen in my entire life!” One of the cheerleader's shrieked behind me.

I was too embarrassed to even look at anything else but the floor.

I was filled with guilt and shame. Just a year out of the convent, and here I was, kissing a total stranger in a public train station.

What would Mother Superior think of me now?

After an hour, another train arrived and the line started moving.

I finally forced myself to look forward.

My eyes met with Stella's, she was burning with rage, while Jackson who was no longer holding her curvy waist, glared at me.

I looked away, focusing on the moving line. Today was Danny's big day, I wasn't going to ruin it or let anyone make me feel terrible enough to go back to the flower shop.

It took another hour before I safely boarded the train, arriving just in time to watch the luxury car everyone assumed belonged to Derek drive off with his convoy.

Danny was definitely going to kill me.

I pushed through the crowd, desperate to find my brother and explain why I couldn't make it on time.

People were still trying to get into the school, I was claustrophobic for crying out loud, and honestly wondered how I hadn't passed out long ago.

The man had already left, so unless they also have younger ones to explain things to, I didn't get why they're still trying to get in.

It took thirty minutes to get into Danny's school and head to his playground.

He was sitting right in the middle of his friends, a proud smile on his face. He wasn't wearing his jersey, I could clearly see the bones on his tiny chest.

He smiled broadly when he saw me, and ran towards me, hugging my legs.

“Why are you like this?” I asked, pointing down at his bare chest “where's the jersey you wore to school?”

“It's over there,” he said excitedly, pointing towards his friends.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Why are your friends with your jersey, Danny?” I asked.

He just smirked and folded his arms across his bare chest.

“I don't know sis, how about you go over there and ask them,” he said in an almost arrogant way.

I took a deep breath to prevent myself from spiraling out of control. The boy was testing my patience.

Glancing from him to his friends, I walked over to the group.

They all had their hands resting on Danny's jersey.

“Hi guys,” I greeted softly.

“Hi, miss magdalene!" they all chorused sweetly.

“Can you cuties tell me why SpongeBob over there doesn't have his shirt on?"

They all burst into tiny, beautiful giggles.

Oh my ovaries.

“That's because he was the only one to get his shirt signed by Mr. Derek before he hurried off to meet his Elder brother”

Oh.

So that's why the brat was being so cocky.

I looked back at Danny, who still had that smug smirk on his face.

Shaking my head, I turned back to the kids. “Can I have it back? He has to wear it, so he doesn't get cold,”

They handed it to me immediately, yelling for Danny to join them in the cafeteria when he was done.

I walked back to him and helped him pull the jersey over his head.

“I believe, you should say congratulations to me,”

“You didn't win a trophy, Danny,” I teased.

“I'm the only kid in the school to have my jersey signed,” he insisted proudly, dragging the jersey.

I congratulated him, then left as soon as the school security started asking people to leave.

I went back to the flower shop, the buzz had died down so the market was right back to being as slow as a snail.

I sat outside on a chair, watching passerbys and stray animals.

That's when I noticed something that looked rather odd on the street. It was an expensive-looking black car with tinted windows. I had never noticed it around here before.

This particular neighborhood was filled with the lower class, just ordinary people making honest lives, doing just enough to survive. A car like that was so out of place here. Like a lion in a chicken farm.

I stared at the car for a moment before deciding it was none of my business.

I closed up at 6 PM and stood outside my shop to wait for a cab. After a few minutes, I hailed one and slid into the back.

I was just about to relax against the seat when I noticed the black car pull out of the side. No one had even entered the car. Did that mean the driver had been inside the entire afternoon?

I pried my eyes away from the car and tried to relax on the seat.

A couple of minutes later, we arrived at the Sterling's. I thanked the driver and paid for the fare. The driver said something I couldn't quite catch about my hair, then offered a smile and drove off.

I was just about to knock on the gate so the security could open it, when I felt the sudden urge to turn.

Two blocks away, I saw the black car slowly driving off. Has it been following me?

Panic seized me as I knocked desperately on the gate, my heart pumping faster than it ever had. A couple of minutes passed before the security finally opened the door, after I had almost peeled off my knuckles.

He asked why I looked terrified, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him I'm literally shaking because I thought a black car had been following me.

I bolted straight into the house and headed to our room.

It was dark inside, still shaking, I managed to trace the switch with my fingers, I touched it and was about to turn it on when a heavy hand grabbed mine, and I was violently pushed to the floor.

My butt hit the floor roughly, the impact rendering me weak for a moment.

I was about to stand up when the same strong hands pulled me down, pinning my butt flat on the floor.

A hand grabbed my hands, squeezing them tightly together while a finger began to roughly scrub my lips with what felt like brown sugar.