Crystal POV-
I was in my mansion's gym burning some steam after the tiring day. My mom called me one hour before saying I should get married now that I'm all settled. It was a point which I didn't like much in a situation of my current living. She is telling me to get married because she doesn't know that I'm also working as the leader of a Mafia gang which my father started as a small one but I made it this high that a person thinks twice with its every body-parts before trying to even defy me at something which is in my control. I was frustrated before cause she tried to set me up with some lawyer even when I said that I don't want to marry someone right now. When I was almost done and my head was clear and had calmed, I got a call from hospital saying it's an emergency and needs my assistance right away.
So I freshened up quickly and grabbed my essential things that would be needed in the surgery and called Sam (my PA) to get a car. I wore a square-neck black top with full puffy sleeves and ribbons at the wrist area to tighten it with beige business pants. Sam knows that I'm a Mafia leader and a surgeon too and manages my works and meetings so that it is easier to make things work like this. First, his father worked for my dad when he was the leader before his death. As I got out of my apartment, and went towards the gate I saw my car already there with driver. I instructed him to quickly drive me to the hospital and we were there in less than 5 minutes.
As I entered the hospital, a nurse came and gave me the details of the patient. She said," I'm so sorry to disturb you but the situation is quite serious. He has severe head injury with a broken nose, several deep cuts on its body with some broken ribs, a broken leg and so much blood is already lost. So, we needed a quick assistance and you were the only one who was near so we called you." Saying this she went towards it and I went to change.
Well, I think that the patient is not in a serious situation. He can still live at least 2 weeks without any assistance. If you want to ask how I know this then I'm experienced. I've done worse than this and the person still lived fucking more than a month with just pain killers (I guess I have to do worse next time so he doesn't live) . Anyways, no one needs to know this here.
I went towards the patient's room and immediately started the surgery. We first gave him blood and started with head injury. It too 1 hour for us to deal with the head injury cause it was severe. Then we moved towards his broken ribs and other doctors sewed his other cuts on body.
After 3 hours, we finally succeeded in saving him. I asked the nurse to clean the room and shift him to a ward.
"What is his name?" I asked the nurse.
"Creslent Fryles" she answered. I walked out of the room and sighed in relief. I was bored of seeing blood everywhere. I called Sam to get the information of Creslent Fryles cause he had a tattoo of a gang, and I knew it was of a small Mafia gang. It was one of our rival gangs but we haven't fought directly, we were rivals in business but we didn't try to kill each other till now so I don't think he will cause any problem to us if I saved him. Even if he did try, I'll make sure that he does know what he is trying to do and with whom.
But right now my priority is to know that how he even got that much tortured. He is from a small gang but then also not too small to be targeted by some random kidnapper. He was tortured, almost, to death and in a way that no fucking normal being could even see him. I know that only some Mafia gangs or an underworld boss or a psychopath would do something like that. So I have to know which one is true. If he is related to Mafia and a bigger organization is behind then it can raise suspicions on my current identity.
I knew all gangs and their tattoos in Mafia except one because they kept everything about themselves hidden including the tattoo. From the information I have, their leader was a man in his mid-twenties. He had also kept his face always hidden like me.
Sam picked the call on second ring and said, "Yes Boss."
"I want every information about Creslent Fryles, a report less than 1 in my office at mansion. I'll be there soon." I ordered, ending the call and came out of changing room in my regular clothes and a white coat. I looked everywhere around me, it felt a bit too silent and tension was in the air but no one dares to find the source. I looked and spotted two men wearing all black suit with an intimidating aura, one had blood in front of his suit. I felt a bit suspicious but ignored it thinking that they would have brought someone injured here. I deal with people of more tension than this everyday so it's not a big deal to deal with them but I have more important things to do like finding out who did that with Creslent to know if it can cause problem to me right now.
First, I decided to find out who brought him here in this state. I walked in the corridor and called the name of the victim. The same two men started to walk towards me and I was a bit surprised that they were here for him. The one with clean suit and no blood on it had sleek black hair styled perfectly. He had sharp jawline with tattoos creeping out of his suit's sleeves. It only showed a letter of 'H' with blood dripping from the letters. I can tell he is pretty rich judging by the suit and studs.
By observing him I could tell he was into a business with crimes and complexity in it and he is not definitely a police officer. He wore confidence like it was a second skin. He walked with confidence telling everyone to back off or he would kill them. Well, that is why everything a bit off and silent with tension.
Then I looked at him in the eye. He didn't showed any emotion, as imagined Creslent was not someone dear to him and he has just brought him to hospital. He was staring at me with cold eyes saying to obey him or he could just have a bullet in between my brows. It was normal for me, I knew that mask like the back of my hand. I also wear the cold mask when I'm working as leader of Mafia but I don't do that when I'm working as a fucking innocent surgeon in a fucking hospital where someone gets when one is even looking their way for a long time. I don't be cold here but don't make friends or show emotions. They just know that I'm a good surgeon and respect that and my decisions to stay alone causing lesser problem for me.
When I continuously looked at him in the eye without any ounce of emotion and fear, the person with him gave me a look. He had blue eyes glowing like blue crystals with the depth of ocean. It showed a swirling storm of dark blue and black. It was both dark and glowing at the same time. Well, overall he was all perfect looked like a model straight out of a magazine.
He came and stood in front me at a hand's distance.
"Who are you to the patient?" I asked him the first question that came into my mind the second I noticed that he wasn't even an ounce of hurt by victim's life in danger with confidence in my profession. He moved his head a little towards his left and nodded like telling him to tell me everything I ask with precision of not revealing something, his eyes never leaving mine.
The one behind him also nodded and came forward. I looked at him in a questioning look. He cleared his throat and started, "I'm Trevin. His PA. This is Chris Corillis, both a corporate tax and a criminal lawyer."
I guess he or should I say Mr Corillis was fighting some kind of case for Creslent. I looked at Trevin with a questioning look asking for more information.
He looked at Chris for I don't know what. A permission I guess. Chris nodded and Trevin started once more, "The person who is injured was Sir's client." He answered trying to keep the answers short.
"May I know why was he in this state?" I pressed
"We don't know. He was on Sir's house's doorstep when we opened the door to leave for work. Maybe this was done by his enemy against whom my boss is fighting." He spoke with tone of completion to let me know that there is nothing else and he can't say anything else besides this.
Just when I was deciding that I should ask more questions from him or not, Chris's phone rang and looked at it with some displeasure in his eyes. He walked a bit backwards to attend to it but he never stopped looking at me. Now I'm a bit suspicious that is something wrong with me or him. He said an 'okay' and looked at his phone once. When he looked at his phone, he lips curved upwards a bit forming a small smirk. Then he slided his phone back in his pocket and looked at me.
But I knew there was more, it couldn't be only this much. No ordinary person would ever try to kill or torture someone like Creslent with his gang doing nothing to save him. No one from even in Mafia would even dare to be their enemy for good without thinking logically. Either it could only be my gang or Russian Mafia, whose both tattoo and leader's face is hidden.
By their face I could tell, he won't tell me anything more and I can't press him in this matter cause he wasn't just some PA. He also has more to his identity. So, not forcing for more, I said, "Mr Fryles was injured badly so he will gain consciousness in 2 days. You can come and meet him by then....if you want." I said the second part because I don't think they will come to meet him unless they have something to gain from it.
When I was done and was about to leave. Chris commanded lowly, "Wait." I stopped halfway of turning back and looked at him questioningly. He looked at me in the eyes for a good minute then looked at me whole up and down. He muttered a 'nice' and moved towards me. I was standing there dumfounded. He came in front of me, just some inches away. I had to arch my neck backwards to look at him, how tall is he man?. He asked, "Your office?" in his low commanding and thick voice.
I looked at him in the eye with an ounce of displeasure. I thought I'll go to my mansion and chill but no this Chris fucking Corillis want to talk to me for I don't know what reason. Why can't I have a day of peace for myself anywhere? This is so tiring. I guess I'm finding a new job.
When I didn't answered for some minutes and maintained a displeasured face, he raised his one brow at me and asked, "Any problem, princess?"
After speaking some very colorful and nice words in my mind for him, I nodded and spoke a small 'this way' with a frown while turning to go to my office. In the way, I saw Sam waiting outside my office. Before we get too close to Sam, I turned around quickly and stopping him in track. He looked down at me and I said, "Can you wait here for some minutes? I would like to have some moments of privacy."
He stared at me for few seconds and then nodded moving to a side while staring at me. I didn't let his stare affect me and turned on my heels going towards my office where Sam was standing. I could still feel his eyes on my retreating figure.
Crystal POV-
As I reached there, he asked that whether I would like to go to my Mafia's company or mansion. He was taller than me but still not too much that I would have to arch my head backwards. I told him to call the driver and that I would go to the mansion and would operate the company from my mansion's office today.
He said, "Okay, Boss" and walked away. I spotted Chris already walking towards me. So, I waited until he is here. We walked into my office and I asked him to take one of the chairs present in front of the table while sitting in my usual office chair.
He even sat there with confidence. He had one leg's ankle on the other's knees. He looked like this was his office. I drank a glass of water while looking at him with raised eyebrows indicating him to spill the shit for which he made me come to my office.
I swear if the matter isn't worth my precious where I would be chilling, then I'm going to fucking kill him with gun right here.