Reckless Games (Reckless Mafia #1)

Epilogue

Angela

1 Year Later

I took a deep breath as I sat across from Dr. Rossi in his imposing office. The room was filled with towering bookshelves lined with medical journals and diplomas, his impressive credentials staring down at me from the walls. It was a reminder of what I aspired to achieve, but my current situation made those dreams feel frustratingly out of reach.

Dr. Rossi, a man in his late fifties with graying hair and piercing blue eyes, sat behind his large oak desk, reviewing my file. The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, as I waited for him to speak. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, impatience growing with each passing second.

Finally, he looked up, his gaze sharp and disapproving. “Miss Thompson,” he began, not knowing that I was Mrs. Martinez, and I didn’t bother correcting him. “Do you understand the gravity of what you did today?” His voice was calm but carried a weight that made my stomach flip.

“Yes,” I replied, unable to hide a sigh of exasperation. “I was just—”

“Just what? Just risking your career? Just putting a patient’s life in danger?” He cut me off, his tone rising. “What if that patient had died before you even brought him here? Do you think the board would have been lenient? Your actions could cost you your medical license, Angela. Do you understand that?”

“He was a bully,” I protested, feeling a spark of indignation despite my nerves. I had seen the man harassing a young woman on the street and instinctively intervened. My attack mode, taught by my dearest husband, had taken over. Before I knew it, I had broken his nose and jaw. It had all happened right in front of the hospital, so I couldn’t escape the cameras and had to take responsibility before the guy died on me. What a fucking nuisance! I had to remind myself to be a little less impulsive next time. Maybe just a punch would be enough. Or two. “He deserved it. He’s lucky I brought him here and gave him first aid to begin with.”

Dr. Rossi sighed, rubbing his temples as if warding off a headache. “And what if the board found out you started a procedure without any permission, let alone surveillance from a senior doctor? To top it all, you didn’t even bother getting the consent form filled out? What were you even thinking? Do you always forget that you’re still practicing?”

I swallowed hard, the reality of his words sinking in. “I understand,” I said quietly, the fight leaving me. “But I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. It would have been worse if he died with all the evidence.”

“There are protocols for a reason,” Dr. Rossi said, his voice softening slightly. “I admire your dedication and your willingness to act, but you must learn to work within the system. If you can’t do that, you will not survive in this profession.”

I nodded, feeling frustrated. The last thing I needed was for Dr. Rossi to complain to the board about the little situation. “I’ll do better,” I promised, though I still believed I had done the right thing.

Dr. Rossi studied me for a long moment, then leaned back in his chair. “Give me your first family member’s number,” he said suddenly.

“What? Why?” I frowned. “What am I, a high schooler?”

“Well, you surely acted like one. But unfortunately, I need to bring this to someone’s attention in your family. Someone mature who understands the gravity of this situation so they can knock some sense into you.”

“I am an adult, clearly capable of following rules, Dr. Rossi,” I rolled my eyes. “What you are doing is unnecessary.”

“The number, Angela?” he insisted, sounding like a strict father.

“Fine, whatever.” I relented, rattling off Lorenzo’s number.

***

The door suddenly swung open, and I looked up to see Lorenzo striding in looking like a walking sin like always, making me drool. A smirk played on his lips as I gave him my best puppy eyes, and he took a seat beside me, crossing his legs like he owned the freaking building. Hot . Giovanni answered his phone when Dr. Rossi called, so I’m assuming he must have informed Lorenzo of the situation.

“To what do you owe the pleasure of meeting me, doctor?” He tiled his face cockily, making me swoon in my place. Dr. Rossi continued explaining the same old story, but I ignored him and continued admiring the man who I called my husband.

"I know my wife can't do that. I mean, look at her. You think a face as innocent as this can do something like that?" Lorenzo said smoothly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he glanced at me.

Dr. Rossi straightened in his chair, clearly taken aback. "We have security footage, Mr. Martinez."

Lorenzo’s smirk didn’t falter. "Do you know my name?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual.

"Yes, I just addressed you by it," Dr. Rossi replied with a hint of irritation creeping into his voice.

"It's Lorenzo Martinez," Lorenzo leaned in slightly, making his presence suddenly intimidating. He reached into his pocket and revealed the handle of his gun, enough to send a clear message. "And she is my wife, Angela Thompson Martinez. Do I need more introduction?"

Dr. Rossi's face paled, his previous confidence evaporating in an instant. It was clear he hadn’t seen Lorenzo Martinez before this. But he recognized the name and the implications that came with it. “Apologies, Mr. Martinez... I didn't know she was your wife…as in wife of the Lorenzo Martinez. I... I’ll take care of everything. In fact, I know Mrs. Martinez must be tired after her little session. She can take an early leave if she likes. I have everything covered.” I mentally chuckled, knowing since Lorenzo technically owned this place, it would be stupid of them to go against him.

"Good," Lorenzo replied, his voice cold. He turned to me, his expression immediately softening. "Ready to go, Angel?" I nodded, standing up.

Once we were out of the building, Lorenzo glanced at me, his smirk returning. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble, huh?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. "I mean, I’m your wife. Can you even blame me?" I blinked my eyes innocently. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Uhun. But I did have to leave an important meeting for this. How are you planning to make it up to me?”

“I can make it up to you in our room. Without clothes,” I bit my bottom lip suggestively.

"Then let's not waste any more time, shall we?" I chuckled as we settled into the car, and Lorenzo smoothly accelerated onto the road. It was days like these that made me grateful for life throwing lemons at me. Sure, it wasn’t easy at first. But it led me to my mafia man with blazing guns. And Lorenzo to his, as I quote, ‘guardian angel’ .

The End.