The Mafia Don And The Nurse

Chapter 1

Alora’s POV The first gunshot disrupted the silence. Then another. And another. I froze mid-step in my kitchen, the glass of water trembling in my hand. My pulse hammered in my ears as my knees met the floor, crawling under the table. The shots weren’t too far. Maybe a few blocks away. Soon came the screams–raw, panicked, and bloodcurdling. I gripped my phone with trembling fingers, dialing the emergency number. Two beeps met my ears. Shit. No signal. The sane part of my brain reminded me to stay inside, lock the doors and pretend I heard nothing. But then, the smell of smoke curled in through the window, and in the distance, the clouds were painted dark, not the sign of impending rainfall, but of doom. My mind raced....what if there was someone out there? The emergency services weren't available and I had no idea how long they'd take to get there. An innocent person could die. I stayed rooted to my spot, my mind a conflicting mess until few minutes later when suddenly, silen...