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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?

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It all started with a deal...

"He told you to be his?" Louis's amazed voice screeched through the phone, echoing in Rafael's ears.

"Yes... I'm so frustrated right now. I don't know what to do," Rafael muttered, biting his fingers in anxiety.

"Ermmm... why don't you know what to do? You said he's your crush, so this should be something good, right?" Louis said.

"No," Rafael replied, still gnawing at his fingers, his heart weighed down with anxiety.

"What did you do or tell him when he said those words?"

"I... I'm not sure what I did," Rafael said, his voice trailing off as he recalled the moment.

When Marco said those words, Rafael scoffed in disbelief. How could Marco be serious? But as Marco continued to stare at him, Rafael realized there was no humor in his eyes. Marco meant every word.

He truly meant it. Marco wanted him—wanted Rafael to be his.

"What does that even mean?" Rafael had asked, confusion swirling in his mind.