All Chapters of Doctor to the mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Catherine The time rushes closer and closer to eight pm and dinner. I don’t want to sit next to Mr. Peccati for dinner. I want to lessen the amount of time I ever need to be close to that monster. He may take care of the people living beneath his rule but no one that holds another person hostage can be anything but a bad person. A hostage. I really am a hostage. I have tried to get a hold of a telephone all day to reach out to my workplace, mom’s home or the police. Everyone has the ordinary comforts of the outer world with smartphones and other technology. But it also seems everyone has been strictly forbidden to let me borrow their things and Pierto guards me like a hawk when I’m anywhere close to Dr. Davies’ computer. And the telephone on my nightstand only works on the internal network. I groan as I once again try to dial 911 on the old fashion phone on my nightstand. All I get is a long beeping tone in answer. He has such an elaborate system to keep me out it must mean that I

Alessio Thoughts of Catherine swirl in my head and transfer to my dreams. I never dream but tonight I dream every time my brain calms down enough to sleep, images of her face show up. They switch between defiant, confident, scared and terrified. They all bring different emotions with them, emotions that confuse me. And I’m never confused. The defiant and confident version has my body tingling with excitement. I want to smother her, suppress her until she gives in to me like a good little subject. I want her begging me, to crawl on her bare knees begging me… Begging me to do what? I’m not really sure yet. The sacred one brings me satisfaction. When she looks at me with those scared eyes, shaking from fear of what I’ll do to her. But the terrified version only angers me. I know she’s not terrified because of me. Someone else holds such a large part in her brain. Someone that is not me. That angers me. I should be the only one that holds such a strong part of her. I growl at myself a

CatherineAt eight thirty there was a knock on the doorframe of my temporary office. In the doorway stands a man in his late forties or early fifties. What little remains of his dark hair is peppered with gray. He has a bushy beard in his tan and wrinkly face. His dark chocolate eyes are shining with a deep happiness. This man has a good life and he cherishes it.“Good morning, Dr. Ross. My name is Jacob Lucas. I am the construction manager. Mr. Peccati said you had a job for me and my guys.” He gives me a radiant smile and I smile back at him.“Yes. Indeed I have! More or less the whole clinic needs fixing. But the operating theater is in dire need. I want it done before I have to use it again.” I walk towards him and he steps away from the door to let me by. We go through the room I plan for staff to prepare in. “This room will be a prep room for staff so it has to be all tiles and a large sink with several taps along that wall. On this side I want cupboards built to store clean scr

Alessio I feel content and pleased about my tour with Dr. Ross. Who would have thought such an independent and tough woman would interest me this much. I like my women to be submissive and obedient. To do as told and fall on their backs with their legs spread when I look at them. Most women do. Even those who are not naturally submissive fall into the role when I instruct them to. But not Catherine Ross. She defies me and talks back and acts like she has more courage than she actually has. But I see the fear shining in her innocent blue eyes. Innocent. All of her is innocent. I don’t believe her to be a virgin. A woman as tantalizing and beautiful like her would not be in her early thirties and still be a virgin. But still. There is something about her. The wi

Alessio I curse the polaks. I curse the chinese. Why the fuck are they trying to run behind my back doing small time businesses and petty crimes. They bring bad fortune to us all by getting caught in the generall areas. Now they are swamped with small-time cops trying to get ahead. I was supposed to meet with De’shaun to discuss the next shipment and their use of our turf when pimping, but the restaurant had at least six cops eating burgers and fries. When De’shaun walked in I had to wave him off like an errand boy. Thank God we have a good working relationship so he might not take offense. And then one of the pigs decided to show off his big balls and sit down with me. “So. What’s a hot shot like you doing in a dump like this, Mr. Peccati?&r