"Mafia And Doctors" Area

Salazar group

Damian pov: 3

I glanced at the letter beside me. I just read it. It seemed like this time Salazar had to send a member to warn the Thunder. Look at them! How dare you send me a challenge letter.

Lee and Arnold were standing across from my desk. Both of my personal assistants looked tense. Haha... I don't know when they're going to fight each other. They are on the same side with the same rank.

"We must act immediately sir" Arnold's voice broke the silence.

He's right!!!

Thunder must know who they're dealing with.

"Should I lead our members to go to the enemy base of the master?" Arnold gave me advice.

"No need for Arnold! I have a special assignment for you" I glanced at Lee who was just silent with a secret notebook in his hands. That's right I said. He is a social child who must always know the development of the world.

I propped up my chin with both hands resting on the table. Then smile on his side. I need to bring these two assistants together.

"I've decided that Lee... I'll teach you how to hold a gun" I said flatly. Metra Lee's eyes grew. During my time working for me, Lee never even held a knife.

"Are you kidding, sir?" Ask Lee shock. Arnold smiled faintly and I saw her.

"Did I sound like Lee's joke?" Lee immediately shook his head noisily.

"I'm sorry sir" Lee directly bowed his head. Very obedient is not.

"I'll forgive you for playing with a knife" I smiled strangely. Lee sighed softly.

I admit, Lee has never and does not intend to hold any kind of weapon. But I still had to train him so that my Daddy would no longer threaten to kill him.

You see, my daddy never touched Arnold. Because he can take care of himself.

I quietly opened a drawer full of folding knives. A second later, with a flash I threw two folding knives at the two assistants.

Arnold was shocked and immediately caught the knife with his hands. Arnold's palm was injured. While Lee, god... The knife stuck to his right chest.

"You're not even sensitive to the situation. You have to be good with knives and read Lee's situation!" Absolutely orders.

I called some subordinates to bring these two assistants to the basement treatment room.

Oi...

The treatments?

Ah... I was reminded of that sassy lady last night. He should know my situation. Because if that crazy woman dies, daddy will kill my assistant too.

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Luis was surprised to see Viollet pacing the door of his house. The woman's face pias. He was convinced that his son Damian was doing something to prank his personal doctor.

"Vio?" Greet Luis while holding Viollet's shoulder.

The young doctor was shocked.

"Ah auntie" Viollet smiled stiffly.

"What's wrong? Did Damian call you? Or did he prank you?" Luis asked with investigating eyes.

"Oh yeah Damian told me to meet him in the basement." Reply Viollet

"Do you want me to take you?" Barat Luis smiled kindly.

"No need for aunty, Damian said he told people to pick me up so I'm waiting here" Viollet smiled, not bad.

Since Viollet knew that the Salazar family was a mafia, in the picture Viollet is a cruel man who is full of ambition and justify all means to fulfill personal interests.

But after a light conversation with Luis's mistress, Viollet felt her conjecture was not entirely true. I still feel the good side of this family. Viollet can now breathe a sigh of relief.

"Tante, am I gonna be okay?" Ask Viollet seriously.

Luis laughed crisply. There was just the absurd question of the young doctor.

"Just relax I'll hit Damian if he dares to cut your finger" Luis said casually. Viollet's heart fell. How could Luis say that so casually? Okey... Viollet's scared now.

Viollet cast a do'a in his heart. His footsteps continued to follow Damian's man. Until they came to a dark hallway with a dim light from the lanterns lit along the hallway.

At the end of the hall was a large iron door guarded by two people in suits with a body 3 times that of the person who picked up Viollet earlier.

"Wawww they're really mafia? Incredible" muttered Viollet in amazement. Then he remembered his plea to God. Fictional youth with a devil-hearted handsome face. Did God grant his request? The traits he asked God for were the same as Damian's character now.

"Miss sir is waiting for you in the medical room, I'm just driving you here" the unnamed person opened the iron door for Vio. With hesitation, the woman walked into the medicine-smelling room.

"Why are you so slow? Throw away that snail trait in you. It sucks!" Damian scolded the newly arrived Viollet. Makes Viollet sneer.

"Obati my two assistants!" Damian orders while sitting on a chair.

Viollet saw two people in the gurney. One of them lay with his hands covering his face. And the other one was wrapping a bandage around his palm. Did they both attack each other? Why are their hands and chest torn?

"Wait for what else? Are you deaf? Don't make me mad at the goddamn doctor" Damian snapped again.

"Patience! Why do you always yell at others!?" Reply Viollet raised his voice.

Lee and Arnold immediately glared. Looking at Viollet with a gaze between admiration and worry.

"What is your bored life?" Ask Arnold carefully. He glanced at his master who was staring intently at Viollet.

"Miss keep your attitude in front of Mr. Damian!" Keep Lee. He was afraid that his master would kill people before his eyes.

Viollet pouting. Why are these people overreacting? The woman walked towards Lee. Pushing the man's body back to lie down. Injecting drugs so that Lee did not have pain when he sewed the wound.

"The wound is not very deep. I'll wear it, you'll have to change this bandage every two times a day." Said Viollet after finishing sewing Lee's wound.

The woman looked at Arnold. His eyes glanced at Arnold's hand which was bandaged in origin and messy.

"Need help?" Ask Viollet.

"No need, I can do it myself" replied Arnold flatly.

"Yes, your wounds will last longer than your friend's" Viollet said. He didn't care because he offered to help.

"Let him treat you Arnold. Remember that! I have a special duty for you" Damian said without expression.

Arnold nodded obediently. He extended his hand to Viollet.

"Are you really mafia?" Chirps Viollet suddenly.

"Why are you asking?" Damian asked back.

"Because you said you killed people. If you don't need me anymore, are you going to kill me?" Viollet dared to look at Damian.

Damian was silent as he looked back at Viollet's eyes. Instantly, the young doctor instantly averted his gaze. Damian smiled slantedly.

"I thought you'd get used to my gray eyes, but you'd be slower to adapt. Ckckckck a snail base" Damian said.

The sturdy man turned his body and left the three people who were silent there. Lee immediately put his clothes back on and followed his master.

"So soon she will also get used to Mr. Damian's eyes. You'll be working for the master for a long time" Arnold pulled his hand that was still being sewn by Viollet.

"Hey... I'm not done yet" cried Viollet in shock.

"You don't need to treat me" Arnold then caught up with his master.

Viollet pegged on his seat. A moment of curiosity enveloped his heart. He wanted to know how mafia life is everyday. But first he had to throw away his fear.