He Chose His Adopted Sister, So I Left the Mafia Chapter 01
Five years after our breakup, I changed my name and left Chicago.
With a right hand that could no longer hold a scalpel for long and legs that could barely keep me on my feet, I opened a small clinic near Vancouver General Hospital.
I thought I would never see Adrian Moretti again.
Until one day, a man from Chicago walked through my door.
He wore a black overcoat, with the Moretti Family’s silver wolf insignia pinned to his cuff.
After picking up his medication, he didn’t leave right away and stood there watching me for a long moment.
“Doctor, did you ever live in Chicago?”
I lowered my eyes and continued sorting the prescriptions.
“A long time ago.”
The man hesitated before lowering his voice.
“Adrian still hasn’t married. The old Don has pushed him to marry more times than I can count, and even the Family council tried arranging marriage alliances for him, but he turned every one of them down. Everyone says he’s waiting for a woman.”
I said nothing.
…
Five years ago, my name was still Erin Carter.
I was the youngest trauma surgeon at the Moretti Family’s private medical center and the most unwelcome outsider in the entire Family.
I didn’t have a powerful last name, a capo willing to protect me, or a Don for a father.
Scholarships, my medical license, my own skill, and a little luck were all I had when I joined the Moretti Medical Center.
Adrian, on the other hand, was the Moretti Family’s underboss and the strongest contender to become the next Don.
Everyone said standing beside him was the luckiest thing that could ever have happened to me.
They also believed I should spend the rest of my life grateful to the Moretti Family for allowing me that privilege.
What none of them knew was that Adrian had been the one who chased me for an entire year.
Just then, the bell above the clinic door chimed again.
The man in front of me suddenly went rigid.
I looked up.
Adrian stood in the doorway.
Five years had passed, but the moment he appeared, the entire room still fell silent.
His black suit was sharply tailored, his shoulders straight.
But the hard, intimidating edge that had once made people afraid to get too close to him had faded, leaving only obvious exhaustion and tightly buried strain on his face.
He stood there staring at me for so long that he seemed to forget how to breathe.
Finally, he walked to the counter.
“Erin.”
His voice was hoarse.
“It’s been a long time.”
I looked at him calmly.
“Yeah. It has.”
The sight of him dragged me straight back to that night five years ago.