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“To work on our cars,” I say sardonically. “She’s a highly skilled doctor, Sergei. What do you think she can be recruited for?”
Those ice-cold gray eyes fix upon me with a deadly warning. “Careful, little prince,” he says coolly. “You may be my nephew, but nothing’s written in stone.” It’s times like these that treasonous rumors spring to the surface. All agree that my father was gunned down in the street and that the assailant was never caught. Some said that it was fratricide, that Sergei arranged the hit on his older brother. Those who made the mistake of verbalizing this opinion are no longer breathing.
“Think of the timing, uncle,” I say urging him down a different path. “You know we just lost our house surgeon, but I think we’ve found a new one. I can bring her in, but I need time.”
He broke out into raucous laughter, grabbing his round belly. “Go ahead, pull it out,” he says gesturing at my groin. “I must see this magic cock of yours that turns respectable, law-abiding doctors into mob surgeons.”
I’d like to punch him in the throat right now. But I don’t. I just sit back patiently and wait for him to get it out of his system. At last, he wipes his eyes and takes a swig of the vodka.
I press the case. “I’d be sitting in a jail cell right now if it weren’t for her. She took care of that critical detail because I asked her to and,” I wait a few beats and then smirk to take the edge off my next words. “I didn’t need my dick to persuade her.”
He snorts. “These daft women, they look into those eyes of yours and turn to putty in your hands.” He jabs the countertop with his thick index finger. “That’s why none of my daughters are named my heir. They think with their hearts instead of a cold, calculating mind.” He now jabs that finger at my chest. “And now you need to prove you can lead with that Ivy League brain of yours, and not with some weak, bleeding heart.” He grips my shoulder again. “I’ll give you two weeks to bring your doctor to me to prove she’s truly recruited. That or you break it off with her, full stop. Got it?” He heaves himself off the stool without waiting for my reply.
My muscles wind up into tight coils at the mention of bringing Madison to him. He calls it the initiation. Some stupid shit he claims they did back in the old days. The king had first rights to all the females that were brought into the fold. Only wives were off limits, mistresses were fair game for the king.
My fists clench and the tension spreads through my shoulders up my neck. I’m ready to pound the shit out of him if he even thinks about putting his hands on Madison. And now I’m in this impossible situation. Bring Madison in or break it off with her, the best thing that’s ever happened to me in a long while.
Hell, if Madison finds out about Natasha, it’s all over anyway.
Chapter 5 – The Heat Is On
“Goodworkteam,veryimpressive,” Dr. Warner says as we follow him out of the OR to get cleaned up. He turns to me, “Nice assist in there. Keep up the good work and you’ll go far as a cardiac surgeon.”
I ignore the furtive glances from the other residents eager for such praise from the esteemed surgeon. “Thank you, Dr. Warner. I’m always glad to serve where I can.”
I’m honored to be called into more cardiac procedures than most other medical students, save Simon Kinnard, my greatest competition for the surgical residency spot. We are both considered rising stars, nearly neck and neck in terms of procedures we’ve performed or assisted on. It will be down to the wire which of us will win the coveted spot. That’s why I work the crazy hours that I do and never turn down an invitation to surgery even if that means pulling a double shift here and there.
Sebastian isn’t thrilled about the demanding nature of my work, but he gets that my career has to come first, and we simply must work around it. One rainy afternoon, he surprised me by showing up at the hospital with café lattes and my favorite raisin cinnamon bagels. I took a quick fifteen-minute break from writing up post-op notes to catch up with him. Before he left, he pulled me into a supply closet and pressed me up against the wall for a world-class make-out session that left me panting for more.
“If you want this,” he’d said while holding my hand against his hard cock. “Be home before midnight…it’ll be waiting for you.” Trust me, I made it home in record time that night and was very, very well rewarded…
As I peel off the bloody gloves and smock in the washroom, I wonder if Sebastian’s uncle has gone home. It’s hard to believe that the two men are related. While Sebastian is the very picture of an Ivy League business executive, his uncle’s a bear of a man built for street brawling. And the way that man looked at me gave me the god damned creeps. He spoke to me as if I were some stripper there to entertain them instead of being Sebastian’s girlfriend.
“There you are.”
I turn to find the chief resident standing there with arms folded. “Oh, hey, Dr. Weiss. I’ve been in surgery for the past three hours,” I explain a little perturbed as she should’ve known this.
“Yes, well those two detectives from the night of your EMT ride-along are back and they’re asking to speak with you.”
My spine goes rigid at the prospect of being grilled further by them. It’s been six weeks, what more do they need to know? Does it have anything to do with Sebastian’s uncle being back in town?
I force a smile. “Thanks for the heads up, Dr. Weiss. I’ll just finish washing up and I’ll be right out.” Again, the looks from the other residents. Do they all know I’m dating Sebastian Petrosky? I’ve told no one, but Sebastian’s sweet little café latte surprise may have raised an eyebrow or two.
“They’re waiting for you in my office,” she replies evenly. “I’ll let them know you’re on your way.”
“Great, thanks.” I scrub my hands in the sink and then grab a towel to dry off.
On my way to Emma’s office, I run into Andrew Cooper, a second-year ER resident who’s been trying to get me to have dinner with him.
“Madison, hey how are you doing?” he says, stopping in the hall, compelling me to do the same.
“Andrew, hi, I’m doing all right. Crazy busy as usual of course.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” he says raking his fingers through his short, dirty blond hair. “I heard you just did another quadruple bypass yesterday,” he said with genuine admiration.
“It was just an assist, Andrew. You know that.”
“Yeah, but they’re asking for you by name,” he smiles and his sweet brown eyes light up. “How many medical students can say the same? That’s pretty damned impressive.”
