Desired By Two Mafias

She wouldn't even put that bloodied man on her bed so she placed him on the sofa; the leather sofa would be easier to clean.

It wasn't easy to support him all the way here and at no point did he let go of the gun in his hand.

"Lie down, I'll get everything I need to treat your wound. Just stay still "

As someone who desired to have things under control, she had everything she would need in her house Incase of an emergency, from anesthesia and the rest. Her preventive measures were deemed paranoid, but in that moment, it only confirmed that she was right to have it all in her house.

She brought out everything she needed, moved some things out of the way, and laid down a plastic sheet near the sofa, in case the injured man's blood splattered on the floor. She sterilized everything and began my work.

"I'm going to open your shirt, try not to move any more from now on."

The man made a slight eye movement, as if in confirmation. He had no more strength. He had lost a lot of blood and needed an immediate transfusion. The hand in which she needed to transfix the blood still held the gun.

"Can I put your gun away for the main time? I need to do an improvised transfusion and you can't keep holding it. If you don't trust me, then switch hands, please."

She asked politely and amiably. She wasn't foolish enough to confront that armed dying man. The man looked at her with nearly closed eyes and handed the gun to her. She took the gun clumsily and put it on the floor. The man tried to say something but passed out before he could; She had to hurry, the blood pressure was dropping rapidly, and that wasn't good.

" You need to hold on," she said, even though he couldn't hear her.

Sweat was already dripping down his face. In that position and without all the necessary equipment, it was even more tense to continue. She was already on the second blood bag. My blood type was O-, so she knew she was a universal donor, but in that moment, she had no way to get another one and couldn't be wicked at that point, even knowing that he was probably a criminal, or God knows what.

After suturing, covering the wounded area, and checking his vitals again, she could finally stop to observe the man. His abdominal muscles were well defined, a few strands of his hair beginning to grow on his chest. His face was handsome, some strands of his blonde hair falling onto his forehead and he had a scar close to his ear. The scar even gave him a certain charm. She started to observe the details of that beautiful and virile man on my sofa. She bit the corner of her lip without realizing it until she realized what she was doing.

" Don't let your desires take over, focus, Freya, focus."

She spoke to herself in order to try to concentrate. She started to think about what she would do with that man there and who she could call. Someone should be looking for him. His family or his boss, anyone.

She rummaged through his pocket for a phone and found one,but it was dead.. luckily it was the same model as her's, so her charger would work.

She was tired. After checking on the patient again, she plugged his phone in to charge and went to take a shower. That early hours of the morning had been exhausting, her whole routine disrupted by a gang fight; first armed men at the hospital, then at herbapartment. She finished that well-deserved shower and checked the battery level to see how much it had charged. She turned on the phone in the hopes that someone would call him.

She continued drying her hair and went to check his blood pressure again. She didn't have the needed equipment to keep him connected, so she would have to check consistently. The transfusion had already been done but the Intravenous fluids were still with him. There were painkillers and antiinflammatories in that intravenous fluid, which would help a lot.

His body's blood had already been cleaned, and all the things were cleared from the living room. She sat on a cushion near the stranger, and when the time for the new inspection came, she would be close by.

Her exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she fell asleep right there. Her arms was on the couch and her head rested on it. The man next to her woke up, trying to recognize where he was and what the situation was. When he saw Freya sleeping beside him, he rembered and lifted his head slightly. He saw that his injury had been treated and bandaged, he wasn't dead, and it was thanks to the woman in front of him.

Freya's sleep was so deep that she didn't wake up when the man moved on to the couch. The man stared at her, lying there awkwardly. He brushed a strand of hair from Freya's forehead and mentally noted the delicate features of the woman who saved his life. The robe she wore was slightly open at the top, revealing smooth and fair skin. He found her very sexy.

The man turned his head back and looked at the ceiling, imagining how beautiful that skin would look, slightly reddened from bites and kisses. He shook his head and took a deep breath. This was not the time to think dirty thoughts. Probably, the lady was in a relationship, and his recent experience with love brought him these chaos.

There were more pressing matters to deal with at the moment. He had to deal with the betrayal he had suffered and needed to contact his men.

He searched his pockets, but his phone wasn't there. If it was turned off, his men wouldn't be able to track his location; probably, the lady took it out of his pocket. He tried to make an effort to get up, but the pain prevented him. If he tried to turn to support himself, he would probably wake up the lady; she seemed tired, and her sleeping there was quite cute too.

As he thought about how to get up without waking her, he heard the doorbell ringing. He closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. She felt the man's movement on the couch, and the noise of the visitor woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and saw him heading towards the door.

Freya looked at the clock, and it was already pass four in the morning." Who could it be at this hour?" She wondered. She looked at the electric panel and saw some men on suits standing outside the gate. Freya became apprehensive and pressed the intercom.

" Yes, who is it?"

A man who was closer to the intercom approached.

"We've come to pick up our boss."

Freya wondered how they knew that the man was there, but remembered that she turned on the cell phone hoping that someone would call which could have allowed them to track down his location.

Freya didn't know if she could trust and open the door. What if they weren't his men? What if they were the guys who shot him? And if they killed him right there? A lot of questions ran through her mind, and she had a startle when she heard a strong and firm voice next to her ear.

" Those are my men."

Freya was startled and turned quickly, leaning against the wall near the intercom panel. Her heart rate was accelerated when she saw the man standing In front of her and so close. The man leaned his face a little closer and looked at the panel again. His face was now very close to Freya's, who was still looking without knowing what to do.

The man stared at Freya's up close and spoke again.

" Hello, they're my men. Could you please open the gate?"

Freya was somewhat paralyzed with those black eyes staring at her. She cleared her throat, looked the other way, and nodded. Then she turned around, and the man stepped back a little, allowing her to use the intercom.

She pressed a button, and the gate opened. She returned her gaze, looking at the man in front of her. The man approached Freya, took both hands and pulled her robe to cover it properly, covering her half exposed breast.

As he fixed it, he made sure that his finger brushed against the bare soft skin there, being covered. Freya trembled slightly as she felt the other's finger gliding over her skin. She looked at him again, and the man In front of her returned the gaze, smirking, and spoke.

" I don't want my men to see you exposed like this. This was a momentary indulgence just for me."

Freya looked at him even more incredulous at what she just heard.