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The Mafia's Deadly Cure

It all started with a debt. Then a misunderstanding. But what will it end with? Rafael, a 24-year-old medical graduate, takes on a perilous mission: infiltrate the mansion of Don Marco, a ruthless mafia lord, to gather intel for a rival crime boss. Posing as Don Marco's personal doctor, Rafael is tasked with curing his insomnia while secretly gathering information to bring him down. But Rafael harbors a dangerous secret—he's been infatuated with Don Marco for years. As Rafael navigates the treacherous world of organized crime, he finds himself increasingly drawn to the very man he's supposed to destroy. Don Marco, known for his cunning and brutality, begins to trust Rafael, blurring the lines between loyalty and deception. The once-clear mission becomes a tangled web of desire, duty, and danger. Torn between his growing feelings for Don Marco and his obligation to those he loves, Rafael must decide where his true loyalties lie. Will he find a way to complete his mission without betraying his heart, or will his emotions lead to his downfall? In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, can a healer truly be the deadliest weapon?

Unique_Ideas_ · LGBT+
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85 Chs

Sorry, sir, but the police are here.

"What happened to him?" Rafael asked, his voice trembling as a whirlpool of fear swirled in his mind. But as he continued to look at Marco, he noticed something else in his expression; something unsettling.

Was it anger? But why? Could Matthew have done something wrong?

"You guys dated but broke up when you came to work for me, so he's your ex, right?" Marco's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing as they remained fixed on Rafael, seething with barely contained rage.

"Yes…" Rafael's voice trailed off, his unease growing under Marco's intense scrutiny.

"Do you still love him?" Marco's gaze bore into him, relentless and unyielding.

Rafael instinctively averted his eyes, discomfort building inside him, but Marco's hand shot out, grabbing his chin with brutal force and turning his face back.

"I want your eyes on mine while I question you about your so-called ex," Marco demanded, his voice dripping with malice.