He Chose His Adopted Sister, So I Left the Mafia Chapter 04

He Chose His Adopted Sister, So I Left the Mafia Chapter 04

When I first met Adrian, he wasn’t the Moretti 

Family’s underboss yet. 

That year, a shootout broke out on Chicago’s 

South Side. 

When Adrian was rushed into the ER, a bullet 

fragment in his chest was less than three 

millimeters from his aorta. 

Everyone said it was too dangerous to operate. 

I stood at the operating table for eleven hours and 

pulled him back from the edge of death. 

On the third day after he woke up, he had 

someone call me to his hospital room. 

Adrian was still pale, with a chest tube in place, 

but he smiled at me and said, “Dr. Carter, I guess 

my life is yours now.” 

I thought it was just something a badly injured 

man said in the heat of the moment. 

But Adrian really did pursue me for an entire year. 

Whenever I worked the night shift, he had 

restaurants deliver hot meals to the hospital. 

When I needed new medical equipment, het 

personally convinced the Family foundation to 

fund it. 

Once, a deranged man who had been thrown out 

of the Family stormed into the outpatient wing 

and started a violent scene. 

Adrian stepped in front of me and took a knife. 

wound to the shoulder protecting me. 

The day his stitches came out, I agreed to be with 

him. 

Back then, I truly believed it was me he valued. 

Not my last name. 

Not where I came from. 

We were together for three years. 

Then came our engagement party, and Adrian 

never showed up. 

For three full days, I couldn’t reach him. 

On the fourth day, he returned to Chicago with 

Selena. 

All he said was, “Something happened to her 

overseas. I went to get her.” 

He brushed off missing our engagement party as 

if it were nothing more than a minor 

inconvenience. 

After that, everything changed. 

Selena walked into my office whenever she 

wanted and went through my medication cabinets. 

whenever she pleased. 

Everyone in the Family called her “Miss Moretti.” 

Me? 

I was always just “that doctor.” 

It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed. 

I simply refused to admit what it meant. 

Not until my right hand was broken. 

Not until my surgical privileges were suspended. 

Not until I stood alone in a hospital hallway holding a box of preventive medication. 

That was when I finally understood. 

I was done waiting for Adrian to come back to me. 

Early that morning, I returned to the apartment Adrian and I had shared for three years. 

I packed my things and placed my engagement 

ring on the table. 

I had just zipped my suitcase shut when the door 

opened. 

Adrian walked in, with the scent of Selena’s usual 

perfume clinging to his clothes. 

When he saw the suitcase, he froze for a moment, 

then looked almost amused. 

“What now?” 

“We’re breaking up,” I said. 

“The engagement is off too.” 

He didn’t even take off his coat and only glanced 

down at his phone. 

“Don’t start this now. The Family meeting is 

already chaotic enough.” 

I repeated myself. 

“Adrian, we’re done.” 

That finally made him look up, but only for a few seconds. 

“Is your hand still hurting? I’ve already found the best hand surgeon for you. Apologize to Selena, and I’ll restore your surgical privileges.” 

I stared at him. 

“Did you hear a single word I just said?” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose impatiently. 

“Erin, stop saying things you don’t mean just because you’re angry. You haven’t even tried on your wedding dress yet. Selena’s already waiting for us on Oak Street. Let’s go.” 

He reached for my injured wrist. 

Pain shot through me, and I jerked away. 

His expression darkened. 

“Don’t make me lose my patience over something this trivial.” 

In the end, he still took me to the bridal boutique 

on Oak Street. 

Not because I’d given in. 

But because something my father had left me was 

still being kept there.