Chapter Five

The sound of closing doors echoed in a dark room, accompanied by heavy footsteps. The room was dark and almost barely lit but the soft whisper of the wind from the window wasn't absent in the room.

“How did the plan go?”

“It is in motion, boss. But there is an unaccounted individual.” The one who had just walked in explained. “Pinky might recover from her illness. They now have Doctor Sinclair in their possession.”

“What? I thought you planned for this?”

“I'm sorry–”

“If the girl becomes well again, we won't have a way of crushing Raffaele. Make sure you get rid of that doctor before the girl recovers at all.”

“Your wish is my command, boss.”

Back in the mansion, Pinky was being lifted into the plane by some of the men as carefully as possible. The last thing Annabel was expecting from a Don with a reputation such as Raffaele's was for his fort to be attacked.

Or was this just a temporary place to avoid her knowing where their real place was, that's why it was this weakly fortified?

“Get in.” Luca said to her as she was lost in thoughts, turning back to look at the house behind them. She didn't know why she wasn't really bothered, maybe the daring surgeries she always performed had messed with her nervous system.

She nodded, heading up the stairs leading into the plane but before she could get in, a sharp pain shot through her arm, accompanied by the sound of gunshots. She felt someone shove her into the plane with force, the acting making her fall face first to the floor but that was the least of her worries as her clothes were getting soaked by her blood already and her arm was throbbing with a head splitting pain.

“Fuck…” she screamed in pain, grabbing her arm with a wince. She didn't know what to do. It was like her expertise flew out the window in a second. Her head was blank and all she could register was the pain in her arm.

She didn't register or order for this damned kind of situation and she was being served coldly. The sounds of gunshots didn't cease but it was soon covered by the noise from the plane and in a few seconds, they were up in the sky already.

“Dottoressa Sinclair, are you fine?” Luca said, rushing over to her. He crouched before her, quickly grabbing her arm to tend to it. As someone used to being shot, he was quick and swift which was what she needed since she hadn't accessed the medical aspect of what was going on with her.

“Damn it. I didn't sign up for this shit.” She screamed at him, ready to hit him any second but he wasn't the one who controlled her being here. It was Raffaele. And if she saw him right now, she knew she would strangle him to death in an instance.

“Doctor,” one of the maids with them called. “She's being unstable again. Could it be the stress?”

“I'm dying here. If I die, who will take care of her? Damn it.” Annabel screamed, snatching her arm from Luca with a slight groan. He wasn't done and she was feeling dizzy but she knew she would die either way if she didn't tend to Pinky. What a wonderful life she found herself in.

Heading towards Pinky's room, she stabbed herself with some injections before giving orders to the maids to do the same thing she had done for Pinky earlier that day. Her condition was unusual but it wasn't something she couldn't help her with. She didn't spend all the time since she would read and study for nothing.

Unlike other kids whose dreams died as they grew up, she had always aimed to be a surgeon since she was a kid. And she studied everyday to make sure she got there. That was why till now, she hadn't lost a single patient and she hadn't thought that in their kind of world where there were dangerous people, they also needed to be saved and given her reputation, she would be sought after.

Therefore, meaning she would be entangled in their world also.

After what felt like hours, they soon landed and after settling in, she headed back to check Pinky just to come across Raffaele who was talking to Luca in the main living room.

She walked over to him in quick strides, her anger flaring as she cut him off. “Listen, Don.” She called him out, making him turn his attention from Luca to her. “Whatever this play is. I do not want to be involved in it. I almost lost my life and if this is what I signed up for, I'm sorry but I'm out.”

“It was just a bait that happened too quickly. You weren't meant to be caught in the crossfire–”

“Oh hello in case you missed the highlight, I was shot and I am in freaking pain because I decided not to bolt the instant I was alone last night. Or I didn't message anyone for help and go against you like you ordered against. My patient was endangered and you're telling me it was just a crossfire?” She spat angrily, glaring at him.

“I haven't saved her life so she would be involved in some crossfire, young man. If anything had gone wrong with her, I wouldn't forgive you for wasting my hard work.” She warned sternly, staring into his eyes without flinching.

Her arm was throbbing and she felt dizzy but she didn't retract her gaze. She didn't know what he was going to do but she couldn't just sit there, with the possibility of continuously being involved in a so-called crossfire, and she wouldn't say a word about it.

Before he could say a word, the maid in charge of watching Pinky rushed down to them, panting heavily.

“She's awake.”

“The young mistress is awake.”