His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

“How are you feeling today, sir?” The nurse inquired, walking into the room. She rubbed her hands against each other as she had just finished sanitizing her hands.

Mark turned slowly to glance at her, but he didn’t say anything. She chuckled lightly to herself and took the thermometer. She proceeded to check his temperature and, fortunately, it was within the normal range.

“Seems like you’re feeling better,” she purred, eyeing him up and down. “But let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Do you feel any pains?”

“I don’t.” He grumbled, still not looking at her.

For days now, he has been lying on the sick bed in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by people he didn’t know. Though he had later discovered they had saved his life, he wasn’t sure if he could trust them just yet. He still needed proof that they weren’t trying to trick him.

“Alright then.” She uttered and walked to return the thermometer to the medical kit.

“How much longer do I have to stay here?” He scoffed out in frustration.

The nurse paused what she was doing and turned slightly to look at him. She didn’t say a word as she continued preparing the injection she was meant to give him, which was a part of his treatment.

“I just asked a question here.” He announced, sounding louder than before, like the nurse had suddenly gone deaf.

“I heard you the first time.” She replied, flicking the tip of the syringe and checking to see if the liquid in it wasn’t passed the usual dosage.

“Then I demand a reply.” He said in a demanding tone as he sat up with a pissed look on his face.

“As you can see, I’m just a nurse who came to make sure you’re alright. I don’t have any right to say anything apart from something regarding your health to you.” She explained now walking to him with the syringe in her hand.

“Then forget it.” He sneered loudly with a glare as he jumped out of the bed.

“Where are you heading to?” The nurse asked, sounding alert.

“Leaving this damn place, I don’t think I need your f**king help any longer.” He growled out, making the nurse’s body vibrate in fear.

“Please, you need to finish your medication.” She managed to say quietly, but he wasn’t ready to listen. In the next minute, he was on his way heading out.

“Guards! Anyone out there? Please, I need your help in here.” The nurse yelled out and in less than a second, three fierce looking men came in and prevented Mark from walking out of the door.

“What happened?” One of them asked, glancing at the nurse.

“He suddenly wanted to know when he would leave here, but I didn’t know the answer to that. He flared up and tried to leave.” The nurse explained.

The men stood gallantly and Mark knew he couldn’t struggle with them, so he retreated.

He shoved his hand into his hair in frustration as he ran it roughly in his hair.

“We’re sorry, but we can’t let you leave.” The same guy among the men said firmly.

“And why the heck is that?” Mark growled back, glaring at him.

“We were ordered not to let you go no matter what.” The guy explained with a stony expression.

“Put me through to your boss, I want to speak with him,” Mark said in between gritted teeth.

The guys exchanged glances, including the nurse, before their gazes fell back on the man who looked like he was ready to kill.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The guy who has been speaking since took a cell phone, typed on it, and placed it on his left ear.

“Hello, boss!” He said after a while.

“Yes, boss, he is safely under our watch.” He replied to the other person on the phone.

The phone wasn’t loud, so nobody heard what the other person was saying.

“He demanded to speak with you, boss.” He continued.

“Alright, boss, I’ll convey that to him.” He said and nodded before dropping the phone.

“The boss said to calm down…….”

“Cut the crap, I don’t need that shit. All I want is to know when and how to meet him.” Mark chimed in.

“Well, he said he will meet you in a few days.” The man announced.

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Lillian stood in the pool as she took a sip of juice. She took another sip before dropping it back on the tray that was placed on the floor near the pool.

She placed a saucer on the top and dived into the pool, making sure her body was fully dipped into the pool with just her foot dancing out occasionally as she swam in different directions in the pool.

Not only that, but she brought out her head at intervals, swimming like a professional. Well, you could call her that.

During her high school days, she learned to swim from a professional swimmer in Spain when her school was about to host a swimming competition and luckily for her, she came out as the first winner.

She was doing the freestyle stroke now and had gone for different laps in five minutes, just so she could clear her head.

Ever since she was informed of Eva’s pregnancy and how Don didn’t want to have a child at the moment, her mind had refused to rest.

Different questions kept popping into her head about why, and even though Bella already told her the reason, she still felt she needed a more valid reason because if not, why did he marry her when he didn’t want children?

She shoved her head out, shaking her head vigorously to rid her hair of excess water. She swam back to the tray and took another sip of her juice.

The sky was dark already, with the moon reflecting beautifully with the light beam, making the area she was in a little brighter. She remained in that position as she stared at the rays of the moon.

Yes! She knows she wasn’t supposed to think about having children, being that Eva was the one who got pregnant first, but somehow, she felt hurt.

She gulped down the remaining content in her glass in a go and took in a deep breath before proceeding to step out of the pool.

All this while, Don was watching from the shadows, his gaze fixed on her curves as she stepped out of the pool, dripping.

He sat on a chair in a dark corner watching her walk to a table.

He ran his eyes down her from the hair to toe. She was in a ladies’ bikini which covered just her boobs and V area, rendering her half-naked.

His gaze fixed keenly on her round-shaped ass, he wondered how it will feel in his hands. He only blinked when she covered herself with a massive blanket.

She walked away with his gaze still fixed on her until she was no longer in sight.

“Fuck.” He muttered, staring down at his manhood bulging out in his pants.