Dangerous Hearts

Confused Chaos

Alexander's POV

I'd been shot at multiple times and even hit just about as many, but the unexpected ambush that I had just been in had not been in my plans for the evening. My men had been stationed around the block to determine the informant's location that I was meeting with about one of my rivals, when two men came out of nowhere and shot me in the abdomen before taking off and speeding away.

I'm sure my closest men were already on their way to take them out right now.

I was currently still in the alleyway, putting my thoughts together on what had just happened with the sexy little nurse that had helped me. Two of my men, Joseph and Killian, had run up behind her as she was working on me but with a slight wave of my hand, they'd melted away into the shadows to stay out of sight until she left.

As soon as she'd turned the corner, I'd given them the order to follow her and learn everything about her and they'd gone without a word.

She had piqued my curiosity the moment she'd ignored the obvious gun in her face. I'd thought she was just another person set out to kill me, but I'd noted her scrubs and the obvious concern on her face and had allowed her to treat me. I'd watched her movements and traced every line of her delicate face as she'd focused on her task. It hadn't seemed to bother her that I'd pointed my gun at her at all and I was struggling to comprehend our whole interaction.

I'd given my men the okay to head out and got in my car to drive back to the house myself.

I knew that it was probably completely crazy, but I could not stop thinking of the look in her eyes and how much I'd wanted to make sure that she was somehow apart of my life. She'd looked so broken and resigned, and I wanted to be the one to fix it for her. To take that look away from her, and that was not how I'd been in my life so far.

I'd taken over the family business as the head of our local mafia, and I'd done it in my father's footsteps, keeping to the original tone of violence and being ruthless to get what I wanted and to keep our family business up and running with barely any kinks. I was known to not be a nice person, many people feared me, inside and outside of the family. I had very few people that I trusted and that trusted me completely that made our operations run smoothly and effectively and I wasn't going to stop that now.

But, that didn't mean that there weren't a few moments when I was alone and thinking of the possibility that I could be soft and gentle and protective over the right person. I didn't think that it would actually happen, though, not until I laid eyes on her. Those soft doe eyes that were framed with long, dark eyelashes over high cheek bones and pouty lips and her light blonde hair that was in a loose and long braid that swept over her shoulder had shown in the darkness of the alleyway.

I'd been instantly captivated by her beauty, and now I didn't want to let her out of my sight.

Her being so nonchalant about my gun being pointed at her wasn't something that was normal and I was definitely concerned about the reason why. I knew that my men would keep an eye on her and keep me updated on her habits and everything, so it was a very good possibility that we'd find the reason why soon.

I pulled into the underground garage of my house where all my men and I lived. It was more of a large estate building in the shape of a large mansion that we used as living quarters on one wing and on the other was where we conducted our business dealings. The family business was mostly all clubs, bars, and some restaurants. But the darker aspects were in making sure that no other families broke our treaty pact in keeping the peace and not bringing attention to ourselves by starting wars between us all. There was some drug trade involved, but I tried to stay out of it as much as possible. I was ruthless, but I wasn't a dumbass. I tried to stay off of the police's radar as much as possible. We also didn't take part in human trafficking like most other mafia families did, and when we saw it, we put an end to it quickly; freeing the girls and getting rid of the men involved and making sure that it all stayed quiet and directed away from us.

We didn't believe in violence towards women, which was one of the good things that my father had passed down to us, so anytime we saw something bad happening, we made sure to take action swiftly. Most of the women we'd liberated chose to stay under our protection, finding a sense of peace while being in the safety of our estate, and even falling in love with some of my men. It was pretty great, not only were we still living semi-normal lives, but we were also building our own community in a shitty world and situation.

I headed to my bedroom to change out of my blood-soaked clothes before going to my office and going through some paperwork that I was slightly behind on due to us tracking the informant's whereabouts, which turned out to be a bust apparently, considering the gunshot wound I was currently carrying. But the paperwork was always consistent, and I got to work on catching up on it all.

It was a struggle keeping my concentration, though, as my thoughts continued to drift towards pretty blonde hair and soft doe eyes the rest of my evening.