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DR. TREVOR

DANTE:

I usher the doctor into the room, and we exchange pleasantries.

“My wife has a broken ankle, and I would like you to check on it,” I say to him, and he nods.

Raven sits still on the bed, and he walks towards her with his suitcase.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Salvatore. I am Dr. Trevor, and I will be checking your foot now if you do not mind,” he says to her, and she glares at him with her arms crossed.

“It is Ms. Russo,” she shoots back, and Trevor glances at me.

“Carry on with the check-up,” I say to him.

He places his suitcase down and starts to examine her legs. Raven glares at me for a while, and I maintain eye contact with her. f**k, I could look into those eyes forever. For years, I have longed to see her again, and her father did a good job hiding her from me.

When I mentioned her to my dad, everyone made it look like I was stupid, but I know what I saw seven years ago while drowning in that river. Even at that, she is a volatile woman, and I know I have to keep her down, no matter how much I try to care for her.

I take out my phone, texting my lawyer.

“Hey, Kyle. I need you to rework my usual contract. This time it is for my wife. Yes, I got married without thinking twice because I finally found her. She will be my wife for two years, and if I cannot get her to stay with me, then she can leave.”

Kyle sends back laughing emojis.

“Trust you, man.”

We used to be classmates in high school, and our friendship grew even though my family has mafia ties. He is the only genuine friend I have had.

“I will need it in like thirty,” I text again, and he reacts with a thumbs up.

Just then, I hear a squeal from Raven.

“That hurts,” she says in a small tone, and I look up to see him applying some ointment on her.

“I am sorry. I will be more gentle,” he says, and I raise a brow, crossing my arms.

I know he is trying to do his job, but watching his hands on her ankle causes my chest to tighten with jealousy. I want to rip his hands away from her.

He rubs slowly on her ankle, and she shuts her eyes, relaxing into it. I try to play off the feeling in my chest, but then she whimpers. This time it is a moan, and she bites down on her lips with her eyes widening.

I crush my hand into a fist, walking towards them.

“That should be enough, Dr. Trevor, do you not think?” I say with a hardened face, reaching for his hand to stop him.

“Yes. I suppose the ointment has gone around properly,” he says, and I nod.

“She has to take these drugs,” he says, pointing at some containers he laid out on the bed. “Then, the ointment should be applied on her morning and night. She will have to apply it this night.”

I nod at his instructions, itching to get him the f**k away from her. I am usually possessive about the women involved with me, but not when I ask a doctor to run a check-up. Raven is different, and I fear she has so much potential to control my life.

“Is there any other thing you would like me to do?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“That would be all, Dr. Trevor, and you may take your leave,” I say, and he shakes my hand, leaving the room with his suitcase.

As soon as I shut the door, Raven speaks.

“For someone as cold and calculating as you, you sure cannot stand your wife getting a check-up. Jealousy does not look good on you,” she says, and I chuckle, gripping the handle of the door hard for a second before turning to face her.

“I have no clue what the f**k you are talking about. You belong to me already.”

“Oh, sure. Hurrying poor and handsome Dr. Trevor away because you think I am turned on by him,” she says, and I march up to her.

“And were you?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes. I close the gap between us with my hands in my pockets.

This should not bother me because I am f*****g Dante Salvatore. I can have any woman I want, but she knows the right buttons to push.

“I was in f*****g pain, and I just had to let it out.”

“With a moan?” I raise a brow and she huffs.

“I am in pain, and I need to rest. It is not even twelve in the afternoon, and I have gone through a lot of activities. Do you even care that every f*****g thing that has happened might traumatize me? All you care about is who is giving me pleasure and who is not.”

I hear her frustration, but I still want to know.

“Because it is my sole duty to pleasure you.”

“Ahhh! God!” she groans, gripping the sheets.

Someone knocks on the door again, and I am about to yell when I hear Boyle’s voice.

“It is me, boss. Mr. Kyle emailed the contract, and I have printed it out.”

“Finally!” I growl, opening the door and snatching the contract from him.

It is something I have used on the women I owned, but this time hers is upgraded to the wife package.

“I will need you to sign this,” I say to Raven, bringing the documents to her, but she smacks it hard, causing the paper to fall to the ground.

“I am not putting my signature on what I do not know, except it is a f*****g divorce paper.”