The dangerous mafia king

𝖨VES𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗳𝗳𝗳

I feel his solid chest leans towards me, I feel the base of something large and heavy press into my waist. 'Oh my god! Is that a gun? Wait..is he planning to kill me?'

"That's better. Now, if I move my hand, you're gonna promise not to scream, okay?"

I nodded, he removed his hand from my waist and slid it up to my neck to gently grip it. "What do you want?" it asked.

"I..could ask you that question!" I said and then I felt my hand shaking right now, he smirked.

"M-Obviously..h-this is not the bathroom.." I said here. "What were you looking for, huh?" I asked boldly. I heard his soft laugh at me and I was about to speak when I felt something warm and wet on my skin.

"You're bleeding----!"

"So it would seem, yes." he said then I gulped a little bit..

"You caught me looking for a free room to patch myself up. Am I in trouble Doc?" he asked so I looked straight at him.

"You will be if you don't let me go." I promise here. His eyes pulse as he stares at me, a hint for a smirk lingers at the edge of his mouth.

"You always this..fierce?" He asked so I rolled my eyes and looked at him.

"Are you crazy? You're going to keep asking me questions while you continue to bleed out, or are you going to let me treat your wound?!" I asked annoyed.

He shrug, then step back a little, I bent down a little and then carefully pulled his torn shirt away from his skin to see his wound and my eyes widened and I swallowed. "You've been shot?!!"

"I know." he said seriously so I stared at him.

"Dammit...I don't see an exit wound. You need to be checked in so I can assess the blood loss and your vitals----"

"No! No check-ins." he said so seriously that I gasped.

"But you can mam*tay---"

"And you're not gonna let that happen, right?" he said seriously and pointed the gun at me so I gasped.

"Listen to me whoever you are, I'm a doctor here and not a magician---!"

"Just pull the bullet out, patch me up, and send me on my way---without the paperwork---are we clear?" He said angrily, so I held my breath, if he doesn't want to have a record here in the hospital, he is probably involved in something illegal.

He seemed to sense the hesitation in me, that's why he gently grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger and raises it, "Want me to beg, Doc?" he asked so I looked him in the eyes.

"Well...you don't need to beg, it's my job." I said here.

"D*mn. I half expected you to humiliate me..Oh well, maybe some other time?" he said laughing so I frowned at him.

Suddenly, I heard a cry from the door. "What the----?" I was about to get closer to see what was happening but he suddenly pulled me and held his gun.

"Sorry, but that's our cue to hurry this along." it said.

"Why? What's going on?" I will ask.

"Better you don't ask questions." he said seriously.

I frowned at him and looked at myself and the scrubs in my hand that were already covered in the man's blood. "Sh*t, look, I better run to my locker and switch these for a clean set of scrubs---"

"Can't let you do that, Doc. If anyone sees me, I guarantee it'll mean more trouble for you." He said that I was blown away.

"And if you don't let me change, my colleague back at the desk will ask questions." I said to him seriously and he scratched his forehead using his gun out of frustration, when I suddenly had an idea

"Wait, I think I have an idea.." I said.

"Which is?" This is a question.