Dr. Isabella Hart pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her hands slightly trembling as she read the patient’s file. Giovanni Moretti, the city’s most notorious mafia boss, was being admitted to her hospital after a drive-by shooting. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter. She was a professional, and she’d treat him like any other patient, despite the fear gnawing at her insides.
Gio was already in his private room when she entered, his muscular frame lying motionless on the bed, an IV drip attached to his arm. His eyes were closed, but she could feel the weight of his stare, like a physical touch. She glanced up, meeting his gaze, and her heart skipped a beat. His eyes were a stormy gray, intense and piercing, holding an unspoken promise of danger.
“Mr. Moretti,” she began, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m Dr. Hart, I’ll be your attending physician.”
He didn’t respond, just continued to watch her with that unnerving stare. She cleared her throat, determined not to let him unnerve her. “You were shot twice, once in the shoulder and once in the thigh. We’ve removed the bullets and stitched you up. You’re lucky; neither wounds were life-threatening.”
She reached for his chart, pretending to flip through it, when in reality, she was trying to hide her shaking hands. She could feel the tension in the room, the silent challenge. She looked up, meeting his gaze head-on. “I expect you to follow my orders, Mr. Moretti. No exertion, no strain, and no…activities that might jeopardize your recovery.”
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, sending a shiver down her spine. “And what if I don’t follow your rules, Doctor?”
She held his gaze, her voice firm. “Then you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Now, let’s check your vitals.”
Days turned into a week, and Gio’s recovery was slow but steady. Isabella visited him daily, their interactions filled with a strange tension. She found herself looking forward to their meetings, awaiting his challenging gaze and unexpected humor. She was drawn to him, despite the danger he represented.
One evening, after checking on him, she found him sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes on her. “You’re working too hard, Doctor,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You should take a break.”
She raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding in her chest. “And who are you to tell me that? You’re a patient, Mr. Moretti.”
He stood, his movement smooth and predatory. “I’m a man who knows what he wants.” He took a step closer, his gaze intense. “And I want you, Isabella.”
She took a step back, her heart racing. “I can’t… You’re my patient.”
He took another step, until they were mere inches apart. “That’s not a no.”
She could feel his breath on her face, his body heat enveloping her. She should step back, put some distance between them, but she couldn’t. She was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. She looked up, meeting his gaze. “It’s not a yes either.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. “Then consider this my invitation,” he whispered, before capturing her mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss.
From that moment on, their relationship changed. They began a heated affair, sneaking moments together in his private room, their passion fueled by the forbidden nature of their relationship. Gio, despite his dangerous reputation, was surprisingly gentle with her, his touch feather-light, his kisses tender. Yet, there were moments when that dangerous edge would surface, his grip tightening on her hips, his kisses turning rough, his words laced with filth that made her blush and crave more.
Despite their growing feelings for each other, Isabella knew she was playing with fire. Gio was a mafia boss, a dangerous man entangled in a web of crime and violence. She was a doctor, dedicated to saving lives, not getting involved with men who could end hers in a heartbeat. Yet, she couldn’t stay away from him. His intensity, his unpredictability, his dangerous allure – it all drew her in like a moth to a flame.
One evening, as they lay entwined in his bed, Gio pulled her close, his voice soft. “You should go, Isabella. Before it’s too late.”
She looked up at him, her heart aching. “Why, Gio? Why can’t we be together?”
He sighed, his gaze distant. “Because I’m not a good man, Isabella. I’ve done things… things I can’t undo. And I won’t drag you into my world.”
She cupped his cheek, her voice steady. “It’s not your choice to make, Gio. It’s mine. And I choose you.”
He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
She kissed him, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. “I do,” she whispered. “I love you, Gio. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Their relationship deepened, their love growing stronger with each passing day. Yet, the danger was always there, lurking in the shadows. Isabella tried not to think about it, focusing instead on Gio’s recovery and their future together. But one day, Gio didn’t return from a ‘business’ meeting. His second-in-command, Marco, informed her that Gio had been called away on urgent matters, but he couldn’t provide any details.
Days turned into weeks, and Isabella’s fears grew. She tried to keep herself busy, throwing herself into her work, but she couldn’t shake the dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Then one night, as she was leaving the hospital, she saw Gio, standing by his car, his face a mask of pain and regret.
“Gio!” she exclaimed, rushing towards him. But he held up a hand, stopping her in her tracks.
“I can’t, Isabella,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I can’t put you in danger. I’ve arranged for you to leave the city, to start a new life somewhere safe.”
She stared at him, her heart breaking. “What are you saying, Gio? You’re leaving me?”
He closed his eyes, his expression pained. “I have to. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she had to do. She stepped closer, her voice steady. “I won’t go, Gio. I love you. And I’m not leaving you.”
He looked at her, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She reached out, taking his hand. “We’ll face this together, Gio. Whatever it is, we’ll face it. I love you. And I’m not giving up on us.”
He looked at her, his expression softening. “Are you sure, Isabella? You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
She smiled, her heart filled with love and determination. “I know exactly what I’m getting into. I love you, Gio. And I’m not going anywhere.”
From that moment on, they stood together against the impending danger. Gio’s enemies were closing in, intent on taking him out, and they were ready. Isabella spent her days treating Gio’s men, preparing them for the inevitable war, and her nights with Gio, their love growing stronger with each passing day.
The night of the attack finally came, Gio’s enemies launching a full-scale assault on the hospital. Isabella rushed to Gio’s side, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the sounds of gunshots, the screams of her colleagues, the roar of explosions. But she didn’t falter. She was with Gio, and they would face this together.
As they fought their way through the hospital, Isabella’s medical training came in handy. She tended to Gio’s wounds, keeping him on his feet, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of danger. Finally, they reached the roof, where Gio’s men were waiting with a helicopter.
As they climbed aboard, Gio pulled her close, his voice filled with love and pride. “You did it, Isabella. We made it.”
She looked at him, her heart filled with love. “We did it together, Gio. And that’s how it’s always going to be.”
As they lifted off, Isabella looked down at the hospital, her heart filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. They had made it, but she knew this was just the beginning. Gio’s enemies wouldn’t rest until he was dead, and she was determined to stand by his side, no matter what came their way.