"Mafia And Doctors" Area

Two different lives

The dark...

It was a word that described the atmosphere of the steel-covered basement. A puff of cigarette smoke filled the room in the middle of the dim. Damian stood upright facing towards his pet crocodile enclosure. The crocodiles are already big enough now because they are diligently fed.

Philips came while carrying a worn letter in his hand. The man came staggering.

"Arnold, as he is now we have to tighten guard" Philips said flatly.

"Yes I expected a reply from the Thunder group" Arnold let out a rude sigh.

Why is their life never quiet? That is because every day there will be a dead prey at the hands of Salazar. And also a fierce competition between the western mafia.

"I must immediately inform Mr. Damian of the letter coming from this enemy" Philips said, showing Arnold the obsolete letter.

"Why is the letter so ugly?" Ask Arnold in surprise.

Philips sighed. If Arnold had known how he got the letter, Arnold would have vomited just like he did.

"You know? This letter came with a letter carrier. And to his disgust, I had to cut off the groin of the mailman to get this letter" explains Philips.

"You mean?" Arnold did not understand.

"Foolishly, I mean this letter was sewing on this guy's butt, and then I had to scrape that shit hole to get this letter" Philips hit Arnold on the head.

Arnold chuckled softly. So disgusting. But it is commonplace, there are even those who put letters in the esophagus and nostrils.

"Wait for Mr. Damian to finish with his pet, if you disturb him he will throw your body into his crocodile enclosure" suggested Arnold, then nod by Philips.

Up ahead, Damian brought the hand-held phone closer to his ear. He called his personal assistant.

"Come to the basement, I have something to tell you"

Then the call died after the person across the street agreed. Damian turned his body. His subordinates stood straight in line, giving way to the Gray-eyed master.

"Arnold, Lee will come here. There's something I have to tell you both. Take her to my private room" Damian said flatly.

"Okay sir" Arnold bowed. Soon his friend but enemy will come and he is ordered to lead him to Lord Damian's room. What Arnold hated the most. He had to hide that yesterday Mr. Damian punished him for his negligence, otherwise Lee would have ridiculed him all-out.

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The operating room door is open. Viollet heaved a sigh of relief. The 4 hours of being in the medicine stench room and the blood made him cramped. Viollet immediately went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"You're lucky Viollet! That old Damian didn't kill you. Ahh I'm so scared" muttered Viollet. I couldn't sleep this night because I was shaking. Fortunately, this morning he felt better.

Another doctor came into the bathroom. Viollet glanced at it for a while then refocused on the water tap.

"Ups... Ah doctor Viollet, I didn't expect that I would meet you here" said Keyra, a cardiologist. She is 3 years older than Viollet.

"Shut up, stop your sweet-ass attitude" maki Viollet fed up.

"Hoo... Your trash mouth like it should be in Vio's sewing, I wonder why women like you always benefit?" Keyra folded her hands in front of her chest. He's also fed up with Viollet's innocent-looking look.

"You're so close to doctor Wolsen, tell me his secret, I see he loves you" Keyra stood next to Viollet and tidied her hair in the mirror.

"Did you sell your body to her?" Whisperer Keyra. Viollet's movement stopped. He stared hard at Keyra who was doubling his shoulders. Pretending not to care.

Viollet smiles. Then it faces Keyra. His tiny hands tidied the white coat collar of his lowly enemy.

"So your stinky mouth is an honorable Doctor, you will always lose to me, because I was born a winner. Should you be ashamed of humbling the person whose rank is far above yours" Viollet strangled Keyra's neck shaft.

Her sharp nails penetrated into the smooth skin of the heart specialist. Makes Keyra grimace.

"Fight the loser, enjoy your futile process" Viollet threw Keyra's face aside, then went outside.

Keyra sculpts rigidly. Even he did nothing when Viollet did that to him. Add to the hatred in Keyra. He's increasingly obsessed with taking down Viollet's dignity.

On the other hand, Viollet prepared his move to the hospital belonging to the Salazar family. Yah... Because from now on he'll be Damian's personal doctor. He will serve only one patient in his lifetime.

There was a great advantage and also a great cloud for him. His advantage, he could be free on duty at any time when Damian called out to him. And the salary he receives every month is fantastic.

The disadvantage is, he must be ready to serve Damian when the man calls him midnight or is in a distant place with the arrival deadline set by Damian. If it is too late, he should accept his punishment.

Then, he will always tremble when he looks at Damian's piercing gray eyes. Viollet doesn't even know when he'll get used to Damian. He just wishes Damian had been reluctant to meet her.

And Viollet was convinced, Damian definitely did not need his help too much, because the man was not easily hurt. Now Viollet can smile after thinking about the reciprocity of working for a mobster.

Viollet even just found out if the family that is highly respected it has an illegal business behind the word entrepreneur. People cannot be guessed.

In the hospital hallway, Viollet meets doctor Wolsen.

"Vio, come to this address" Wolsen's doctor gave Viollet a small note.

The young doctor looked at the paper carefully. He had never heard of this address before.

"What is this place?" Viollet asked as she tilted her eyesight at a sign of not understanding.

"This is Mr. Salazar's house. Mr. Damian asked you to see him now" the Wolsen doctor chuckled softly at Viollet's stiff expression.

Wait for...

What say?

Damian wants to see her?

NOW!!!???