Mafias mute love

4

I was shocked to see her beautiful face so black and blue. What happened to that poor girl? When she fell on the floor in pain, I didn’t understand what I had done to make her hurt. Then I saw her faint. What’s wrong with her?!

I picked her up and quickly took her to my car. Then I called Leo to inform him about the girl. He needed to fetch my doctor for me.

After hanging up, I drove as fast as my car would take me. You could hear the gravel as my car skidded to a stop. I didn’t give a f**k if the gravel hit my overly expensive car.

I hurried out of the car, opened the passenger door, lifted the girl carefully, and carried her toward the house where Leo was standing with the doctor.

"Who is that?" he asked. That’s a good question.

"I don’t f*****g know her name. That’s not important. What’s important is knowing what’s wrong with her!" I said angrily.

I think he was shocked. I never show this many emotions. He must be very curious. Well, get in line. I don’t know why I am acting like this either.

"Doc, she just fainted after I touched her. Find out what’s wrong with her," I said as I laid her down on the bed in the guest room.

"Right away, Mr. Orvez."

I walked out of the room and toward my office. Once in my chair, I looked up at a puzzled-looking Leo.

"What?" I asked, irritated.

"This isn’t you, boss. What’s going on? Bringing a girl home and looking like you care about her. Did I miss something?"

He was right. This isn’t me. The truth is, I don’t know why I care. I met this girl once, and already she occupies my mind.

"I don’t know," I sighed.

"Find out everything you can about this girl. Until we find out what happened to her, she can’t leave," I said.

He looked uncertain, but like the good second-in-command he is, he just nodded and walked out. That’s what I like about Leo. We’ve known each other our whole lives. We often don’t need to talk to know what the other wants or needs. I stood up and got myself a whiskey from my bar. Looking out the window, I see my town—the one I’ve fought so hard to get and even harder to maintain. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door.

"Mr. Orvez," the doctor said.

I turned around and nodded for him to continue.

"The girl is severely malnourished. She has a lot of big bruises and scars over her whole body. Some of them can’t be more than a few hours old," he said.

I just stared at him, urging him to continue.

"The fact that this girl is able to walk is a mystery. She has two broken ribs, and the amount of bruising on her stomach and back is so bad, I’m uncertain she doesn’t have more fractures or, in the worst case, internal bleeding," he finished hurriedly.

I was so angry my knuckles turned white around my glass. But I composed myself so my emotions wouldn’t show.

"Is it possible she inflicted these on herself?" I asked. I doubted it, but I had to be sure.

"No. Even if she threw herself down the stairs, she wouldn’t be able to do this to herself."

That makes this so much worse. Someone did this to her. I know I’m a bad man, and I enjoy violence to a sick degree. But never to women or children. This is not a man. This must be a low-life scum.

I looked up at the doctor and contemplated my words.

"Are you able to do all the checkups in the infirmary downstairs?"

"Yes, I think so. I just have to go get some more equipment."

"Then do that. I don’t want her out of this house until I figure out what happened," I said and turned around, looking out the window again.

"Yes, sir," I heard, and then the door shut.

What the f**k happened to the little kitten? She’s so small and frail. I don’t know why, but I feel like I have to protect her. I hope she wakes up soon so I can talk to her and solve this mess. I just have to wait and see.