The customized limousine screeched to a halt, the heavy tires crunching against the gravel of a sprawling fortified courtyard.
Joanne slowly forced her eyes open, her body aching all over as the vehicle finally stopped moving.
She looked out the tinted window, expecting a classic, dark mafia manor.
Instead, her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the glowing, neon-lit sign stretching across the top of the magnificent, towering marble building.
The Dickpussy Palace.
Joanne’s jaw dropped slightly, a wave of unadulterated disbelief washing over her exhausted face.
Her mind reeled in absolute shock.
What kind of a sick, twisted name is that?
she wondered frantically, her hands gripping her nursing coat tightly as she stared at the vulgar, glaring letters dominating the front of the multi-million dollar estate.
Up front, Griffin shifted the car into park and glanced through the rearview mirror, instantly catching the expression of horror and confusion frozen on her pale face.
A wide, amused smirk split his handsome features.
“Don’t mind the name too much, sweetheart,” Griffin called back casually, his voice dripping with a playful, mocking warmth as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
“It is what it is. You are officially and highly welcomed to the world of dicks and pussies. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”
Before Joanne could even find her voice to respond to the crude remark, Alfonso pushed his door open with a rough, impatient motion.
The cool night air rushed into the cabin, carrying with it the sudden, chaotic sound of slamming doors and shouting men.
Alfonso stepped out of the vehicle, his towering, powerful frame instantly casting a long shadow over the concrete as he turned his piercing gaze toward the rear of the courtyard. Read the latest chapters at g.com.
A fleet of black reinforcement SUVs was pulling up in a frantic, disorganized line right behind them, their engines roaring and headlights cutting through the darkness.
The vehicles were riddled with bullet holes, the windows shattered into spiderweb patterns from the brutal shootout at the hospital.
Alfonso stood his ground, his jaw clenched and his hand resting heavily on the doorframe as he watched his men spill out.
“Bob!” he roared, his deep baritone cutting through the noise of the courtyard like a thunderclap.
“Get over here!”
A large, heavily scarred man in tactical gear—the leader of the reinforcement team—scrambled toward Alfonso, his face pale and covered in a thick sheen of sweat and gunpowder residue.
He was panting heavily, his hands shaking slightly as he stood before his boss.
“How many of our men are injured?” Alfonso demanded flatly, his dark eyes raking over the chaotic scene as his men began dragging more bodies out of the back of the SUVs, one by one.
The air was suddenly filled with the low, agonizing groans of wounded men clutching bloody limbs and torsos.
Bob swallowed hard, his voice tight with adrenaline.
“A significant number of them, Boss. The Bulldogs caught us completely off guard with those high-caliber rounds. We have at least six guys leaking bad, two of them took bullets straight to the abdomen. We barely got them out of the crossfire.”
Griffin stepped out of the driver’s seat, walking around the hood of the limousine with a calm, confident stride.
He glanced over at the groaning, bleeding soldiers being laid out on the courtyard tarmac, and then turned back toward the open rear door of the limousine, gesturing with his hand toward Joanne who was still clinging to the leather seat inside.
“Don’t worry about it too much, boys,” Griffin announced loudly to the stressed tactical team, a reassuring smirk on his face.
“We actually have a highly qualified doctor right here with us. She can patch them up in no time.”
At Griffin’s words, the entire reinforcement team—including Bob and the bleeding soldiers on the ground—shifted their gazes toward the open car door.
Dozens of rough, hardened eyes landed on Joanne.
They looked at her voluptuous frame, her pale face, and her sterile nursing scrubs with a sudden wave of deep admiration and hope, treating her like an angel of mercy dropped straight into their violent hell. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
Joanne felt a suffocating wave of intense discomfort crash over her.
She shrank back into the shadows of the leather seat, her heart hammering against her ribs as the weight of their staring eyes pressed against her skin.
She was a professional, but being thrust into the spotlight of a bloody mafia syndicate made her stomach turn in pure panic.
But before she could even think of stepping out to help, Alfonso’s cold, harsh voice shattered the momentary hope in the courtyard.
“Don’t be so fucking hopeful,” Alfonso snapped dangerously, stepping directly in front of the car door to block Joanne from their sight.
He glared at Bob and the rest of his tactical team, his expression completely unyielding.
“Joanne is my personal nurse. She belongs exclusively to me, and she is here to tend to my body and my medical needs alone. She won’t be treating a single one of you. Take the wounded inside and go see the usual doctor for treatment. Have Dorea handle this mess.”
Griffin frowned slightly, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck as he looked at his boss.
“Uh, Boss… that might be a bit of a problem. Dorea is not in the palace right now. In fact, she hasn’t been seen since yesterday. The guards said she packed a small bag and left the estate without saying a single word to anyone.”
Alfonso froze, his entire body tensing into a rigid, terrifying wall of muscle.
The veins along his neck bulged violently, and his eyes flashed with a sudden, explosive rage that made even the hardened soldiers around him take a subconscious step back.
He whipped his head around to face Griffin, his jaw clenching so hard the bone practically popped beneath his tanned skin.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Alfonso roared, his voice vibrating with a lethal, unbridled fury that echoed off the marble walls of the palace.
“Does that stupid pussy actually want to be fired and hunted down?! She has been behaving incredibly suspicious of late, sneaking around the perimeter and dodging her shifts!”
He took a sharp, menacing step toward Griffin, his chest heaving as his anger pushed him completely to the edge, his voice dropping to a terrifying, absolute command that brooked zero delay:
“Call her immediately, Griffin! Track her goddamn phone and get that bitch on the line right now!”