A mansion stood majestically behind a remote-controlled gate, adorned with intricate designs that gleamed in the sunlight. As the gates swung open, a sweet fragrance wafted through the air, carried by the gentle breeze rustling through the lush greenery surrounding the estate. The scent of blooming flowers - jasmine, roses, and lavender - enveloped the senses, setting the tone for a luxurious retreat.

Upon entering the compound, the eye was drawn to the sprawling mansion, its exterior walls painted a sleek black that seemed to absorb the light around it. The roof gleamed with gold accents, subtly hinting at the opulence within. Large windows framed the facade, allowing natural light to dance across the lavish interior.

Inside, the mansion was a masterclass in sophisticated design. Gold accents adorned the walls, complementing the black marble floors that shone like polished ebony. Plush furnishings in rich fabrics - velvet, silk, and leather - invited relaxation, while stunning artwork and chandeliers added a touch of elegance.

The compound itself was a haven of leisure and recreation. A large swimming pool sparkled like a sapphire, its crystal-clear waters inviting all to indulge in a refreshing dip. Adjacent to the pool, a state-of-the-art gym beckoned fitness enthusiasts, equipped with the latest equipment and offering breathtaking views of the surrounding garden.

The garden, a tranquil oasis, was meticulously landscaped with vibrant flowers, lush greenery, and towering trees that provided shade and seclusion. Meandering pathways led to secluded seating areas, perfect for contemplation or romantic trysts.

Beneath the mansion, a network of underground rooms hummed with activity. Maids bustled about, ensuring every aspect of the estate was immaculate, while guards stood vigilant, ever-watchful and protective of the property and its occupants.

As night fell, the mansion transformed into a dazzling spectacle, its exterior illuminated by subtle lighting that highlighted its architectural splendor. The scent of flowers lingered, mingling with the night air, as the estate settled into its nocturnal rhythm, a sanctuary of luxury and security.

A lady, likely in her early fifties, sat on the couch with a worried look. Despite her age, she exuded a sense of elegance and poise, her expensive outfit accentuating her refined features. Her eyes, however, betrayed her concern, as she fidgeted with her hands, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of her son's safety.

Behind her, her son, Andy, paced back and forth, as he spoke on the phone. His status and confidence were palpable, but his eyes betrayed a hint of worry, a testament to the gravity of the situation.

Seated on the adjacent couch was the old man, likely in his late seventies, his face lined with age and worry. His eyes, though tired, sparkled with concern as he watched Andy with a keen gaze. The guards surrounding the room stood at attention, their black suits and shaded glasses giving them an air of professionalism and authority.

"What is happening?" the lady asked, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Hope nothing bad has happened to my son." She sobbed.

"Don't think like that, Mom," Andy said, trying to reassure her as he continued to speak on the phone. "I'm sure Miguel is somewhere safe."

"Andy, did you call to inform his friend?" Grandpa asked and Andy nodded, still engrossed in his phone call.

"I did already, Nelson is out of the state, right now, he's on his way after I told him Miguel is missing."

"But he was not alone when he said he was on his way home, he is always surrounded by his men, and now they are nowhere to be seen. Hope they weren't attacked by his enemies."

"Let's just hope nothing goes wrong," grandpa said, his voice, trepidation.

The trio sighed, as Andy continued to pace and try to connect with people who might know his brother's whereabouts.

Some hours later, the whole family had gathered, and their faces tense with worry. A young elegant lady in her late twenties sat quietly, tears streaming down her face as she sat with two other ladies of similar age. Another elegant lady sat next to her husband, her little daughter perched on her father's lap as she played with her toy.

Nelson stood behind the couch, his eyes lost in thought as he pondered what might have happened to his friend. The atmosphere was heavy with tension.

"This can't go on like this," one of the ladies said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We need to find him."

Her companions nodded in agreement, their faces mirroring their distress.

"The search has been on for hours," another lady said. "Uncle can't just vanish like that."

"What if he was attacked and buried somewhere?"A third lady spoke up.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," Nelson said. "Nothing's happened to him. I'm sure he's somewhere safe. He's always been one step ahead of his enemies."

The lady seated with her husband spoke up, her voice filled with fear.

"I'm scared of what might happen." Her husband wrapped his arms around her, offering what comfort he could.

"Everyone knows who big bro is," Andy said. "Even god is afraid of him. No one can touch him and get away with it. I'm a hundred percent sure he's somewhere safe and will return home."

"I believe that too," their mother said. "If anything happens to him, our lives will be over."

"Nothing will happen to him, he'll return home." The lady's husband said.

"Let's pray for his safe return," grandpa said, his voice filled with emotion.

The family nodded, their faces somber, as they collectively held their breath, hoping for the best.

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*Summer apartment*

Summer was busy in the kitchen, whipping up breakfast while keeping a watchful eye on the stranger still unconscious on the couch. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Jane burst in, her enthusiasm infectious.

"What's up, b*tch!" Jane exclaimed, her voice booming through the house. Summer hurried out of the kitchen.

"Can you keep it down?" she requested,

"Fine, I'll keep it down," she said, her voice still loud, but slightly more subdued. As she approached the stranger, her eyes locked onto his face, and she bit her lip sexily.

"When is he going to wake up? I really need to see the color of his tempting eyes,"

"I don't know, and I just wish he could wake up soon and go back to where he came from,"

"You can't be serious," she said, as she followed Summer into the kitchen. "This is a chance to have a man to yourself."

"He's not my type," she said. "He looks dangerous. I'm sure his wife and children are worried about him."

"Does he look married? I don't see a ring on his finger," she said, her voice teasing.

"That's not my problem," she said. "I just pray he wakes up soon enough."

"If I had a man like this, I'd never wish for him to wake up soon," she said. "I'd want to keep staring at him. He's an angel in human form."

"Can we stop talking about this?" she asked. "Just go help me clean him up."

"Really? I'd love to do that," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. But Summer quickly stopped her, knowing her flirtatious intentions.

"Don't worry, I'll do it," Summer said firmly. "Just continue with the cooking." Jane pouted, feigning disappointment.

"Not fair, Summer!" she yelled, her voice playful.

Some moments later, Summer came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of water and a hand towel. She moved towards the stranger on the couch, while Jane watched from the dining table, busy having her breakfast. she hesitated in taking off the blanket from the stranger's body.

"Why are you hesitating?" She asked chewing her hotdog gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I don't know, it feels strange doing this to someone I don't know," she admitted.

"Really? You did this to a lot of unconscious patients at the hospital. Why is this different? Are you feeling butterflies in your stomach?"She teased.

"It's not as easy as you think. This is different."

"Just go on with it. Make sure to wipe his...everything properly," she said with a sly grin.

She sighed tiredly at Jane's teasing. Summoning her courage, she gently took off the blanket. Her eyes widened as she saw the stranger's chiseled muscles and abs. Just as she was about to undo his pants, a cold hand suddenly grabbed her hand.

She flinched, her heart racing. Jane's eyes widened in surprise. Summer turned to see the stranger's eyes weakly staring into hers. The touch of his hand sent shivers down her body.

Their eyes locked, and She felt a spark of electricity run through her body. The stranger's grip was firm, yet gentle. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing eyes, her mind reeling with a mix of surprise and confusion.

Summer was still in shock as she quickly pulled her hand away from the stranger's and stood up, her heart racing. Jane moved closer to the stranger, her eyes locking onto his piercing silver eyes.

"Wow, so perfect," Jane breathed,

"W...who are you?" He asked weakly as he stared at the two women in front of him, one looking frightened and the other smiling broadly.

"Finally, you regained consciousness. There's nothing to be afraid of. We're not bad people. You were badly injured, and my friend brought you here to attend to your wounds." Jane said.

His eyes landed on Summer, and he let out a groan as he tried to sit upright. Jane and Summer quickly supported him, their hands gentle on his arms.

"How long have I been unconscious?" he asked, his voice still weak.

"Since yesterday," Jane replied. "It's a good thing you're awake."

Summer stood up to leave, but the stranger's hand shot out, grasping her wrist. She turned to him, surprised, as their gazes met. Jane smiled knowingly at the connection between them.

"Um...w...," Summer sputtered nervously.

"What were you trying to do to me earlier?" He asked, his eyes locked on hers.

Summer's face flushed as she forced herself to withdraw her hand from his grasp.

"I was trying to clean you up," she said, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Exactly. If you still want her to continue, she can." Jane chimed in and Summer shot her a warning look.

"There's no need for that," she said firmly. "He's awake now. Let him get dressed and go back to where he came from."

"Excuse us for a moment," Jane grinned and pushed close to Summer and turn to the stranger, dragging Summer into the kitchen.

"Jane..." She tired to protest.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so cold towards him?" Jane asked.

"I wasn't being cold. He's up now, and he should go back to where he came from."

"He just regained consciousness, and he's still disoriented. It will take time for him to process what happened to him. His wound isn't fully healed yet."

Summer sighed. After a moment, they returned to the living room. Summer looked grumpy, while Jane remained calm and cheerful.

"Would you like to eat?" Jane asked the stranger, her voice friendly.

"Weren't you going to clean me up?" he asked, as his gaze shifted to summer.

"I was, but since you're awake, you can help yourself out," she replied, avoiding his gaze.

"Well, I don't mind."

"Sure, she will," she said, forcefully pushing Summer to sit next to him.

"I'll go fix your breakfast while she cleans you up," Jane said, hurrying off before Summer could protest.

She turned to see him looking at her, his eyes piercing. She stood up quickly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'll kill you for this, Jane," she muttered to herself.

As she soaked the hand towel in the bowl, she hesitated to wipe his body. his gaze never left hers, and he grabbed her wrist with the wet towel, pulling her close.

Summer was caught off guard as he used her hand to wipe his body, his eyes locked onto hers. Jane watched from the kitchen, a smile on her face. She quickly released her hand from his grasp.

"If you don't want me to do it, why not do it yourself?" she said, turning to leave. his hand shot out, grabbing her hand again.

"You kept hesitating," he said, his voice low.

Summer frowned at him and flipped her hand out of his grasp. She stood in front of him, using the wet towel to wipe his body, her movements efficient but not gentle. his gaze remained on hers, his eyes piercing.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked.

"Yes," Summer replied curtly.

"Is this how roughly you wipe your patients' bodies?" he asked.

"You're not my patient," she said.

"Really? But you attended to my wound and brought me here. Isn't that what doctors do?" He asked and she rolled her eyes.

"Done," she said, quickly finishing up and rushed off quickly to her room.

Jane came over, holding a tray of breakfast, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Sorry about that".She said with a warm smile. "She's not always like this. Don't worry with time, you'll get to know her better... enjoy your breakfast'.She said and walked away to meet summer in the room.

Some hours later, Summer and Jane came out of the room to see him sleeping calmly on the couch with Sophy sleeping next to him. Summer's eyes widened in surprise, wondering why Sophy, who usually clung to her, was snuggled up beside a stranger.

"Even Sophy likes him already," Jane said with a smile. "Alright, see you tomorrow. Don't be late," she added, turning to leave.

"You can't leave me with him," she said.

"Why? He's your patient, not mine," she replied, nonchalantly.

"But...I'm scared. What if he's an assassin wanted by the police? You know I hate being involved in trouble."

"You worry too much. He doesn't look like a criminal to me. He looks like a mafia boss," she said with a sly grin.

"And you want to leave me with him? You know those people are the most dangerous people in the world." She said as her eyes widened in horror.

"He doesn't look scared to me. It's your cross, bear it," Jane patted Summer's cheek gently. rushing out before Summer could respond.

She sighed, her eyes fixed on the stranger. She moved closer, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? Are you really a mafia boss?" she thought to herself.

As she turned to leave, a hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened in surprise as she found herself laid down on the stranger's body, her fingers spread across his bare chest.

His eyes locked onto hers, and Sophy wiggled out of the couch, leaving them alone. Summer gulped hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

The air was electric with tension as their bodies touched. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, and her pulse quickened. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's eyes.

His gaze held hers, his eyes burning with intensity. Summer's skin tingled, and she felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore. She tried to push herself up, but his grip on her wrist remained firm.

"Let me go," Summer whispered.

His eyes never left hers, and he didn't respond. Instead, he pulled her closer, his face inches from hers. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his warm breath on her lips.

After what felt like eternity, he let go of Summer's wrist, and she remained on him, lost in thought and emotions.

"Aren't you going to get off?" he asked, his voice teasing.

Summer quickly came back to her senses and pulled away from him, rushing inside. She entered her room, resting her body against the door as she tried to calm her nerves.

Later in the evening, She was preparing dinner in the kitchen, stealing glances at the stranger on the couch. He was caressing Sophy beside him, his eyes fixed on the program on the TV.

After she was done preparing the meal, She dished it onto the table and called for Sophy, who didn't waste any time rushing to her. She served Sophy her food and watched as she started eating.

"Dinner is ready. Should I bring yours over there?" She asked from the dining table.

"I would prefer eating with you at the dining table," he said, standing up and walking weakly to the dining table.

Summer served him, avoiding his gaze, and sat down to eat after serving herself. He took a scoop of the meal and was amazed by the taste.

"You're not that bad at cooking," he said, and She rolled her eyes.

"You want to tell me what happened to you? Why were you attacked?" She asked, her eyes locked onto his. He ignored her question. "Are you into criminal acts? Are you an assassin?" She continued, but she was interrupted.

"Do you really want to know who I am?" He asked, his eyes locking onto hers.

"I just want to know the person living in my house. Tell me, are you a criminal wanted by the police?"

"Why not take a guess?" he scoffed as he continuing to eat.

She frowned at him, resuming her meal and her mind was racing with questions. Who was this mysterious stranger, and what was he hiding? She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite the danger that seemed to surround him.

The next morning, Summer was deep in sleep as the alarm kept beeping. The stranger stood at the door entrance, looking at her with his arms folded, Sophy next to him watching intently. He sighed, rolling his head as he gazed at the sleeping lady.

"Does she always sleep late like this?" he asked, talking to Sophy, who just meowed.

He moved toward Summer's bed and scanned the room, his eyes locking onto a hand dryer on the table in front of the mirror. He picked it up and plugged it in, then moved to Summer, taking off the blanket that covered her body.

As he turned on the hand dryer, directing the warm air at her skin, she murmured, starting to stir. He increased the heat, and Summer's eyes flew open as she sat upright, looking disoriented. Her hair was messy, and she raised her face to the stranger, realization dawning on her.

She let out a scream and covered herself with the blanket. He smirked, placing the hand dryer back where it belonged.

"Don't you know you have work to go to?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Summer threw off the blanket and glared at him.

"What are you doing in my room?" she demanded, her voice angry. "You have no right to be here," she added.

He smirked, leaning closer to her. Their faces were inches apart, and Summer gulped nervously, reeling her face backward.

"If I were you right now, I would find my way to the hospital. Do you know what the time is?" he asked, pushing backward with a smirk.

"Get out of my room," she said, standing up and pushing him out. She shut the door behind him. "How dare he," she grunted, fuming. She headed to the bathroom to freshen up, still seething with annoyance.

Some minutes later, Summer emerged dressed in her uniform, her eyes narrowing as she saw him seated on the couch with Sophy beside him. He was munching on chips, his legs casually rested on the table.

"I'm leaving. Don't ever go to my room without my consent," She said firmly, her voice unwavering.

"Don't bother, I'll be gone before you return," he said.

She didn't respond, turning on her heel and leaving without another word. As soon as she was gone, the stranger picked up the phone next to him and dialed a number. The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"Come pick me up," he said, his voice stern and commanding. He listened for a moment before hanging up the phone.

~~Hospital ~~

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Summer and Jane walked out of the canteen, each holding a cup of warm coffee. They strolled down the corridor, chatting quietly.

"So, he said he'll be gone before you come back?" Jane asked.

"Yes, I just wish I never have to see him again before I get home," .

"Are you sure you don't want to see him again?"

"Why would I want to see him? He's so ungrateful. He didn't even say thank you for saving his life,"

"I guess he has another way of showing gratitude,"

"I wish," she rolled her eyes good-naturedly, shaking her head as they entered their office.

~~Miguel mansion~~

Miguel Salvatore is a formidable and feared figure, known for his ruthless tactics and unwavering power. As one of the richest and most influential mafia leaders, he commands respect and inspires terror with a single glance. His authority is unquestioned, and his reach is vast, with a network of loyal followers and assets at his disposal.

With a reputation for being merciless and calculating, He is a master strategist who always stays one step ahead of his enemies. He is a chameleon, able to blend in seamlessly with his surroundings, but when the situation calls for it, he can transform into a ruthless and efficient killer.

Despite his intimidating reputation, he is fiercely protective of those dear to him, and anyone who dares to harm them will face his wrath. His family is his greatest priority, and he will stop at nothing to ensure their safety and well-being. He is a devoted son, brother, and uncle, and those who are lucky enough to be part of his inner circle are treated with utmost loyalty and respect.

His past is marked by tragedy, having witnessed his father's brutal murder at the tender age of five. This traumatic event shaped him into the calculating and ruthless individual he is today, driven by a burning desire for justice and revenge against those who wronged him. The memory of that fateful day is etched in his mind like a scar, fueling his relentless pursuit of power and control.

As a womanizer, he has no hesitations about taking advantage of opportunities that come his way. Women are drawn to him like moths to a flame, and he has a reputation for being a skilled and ruthless lover. However, he is always in control, never allowing himself to become emotionally entangled or vulnerable. His heart is a fortress, impenetrable and cold, and he has never felt the slightest inclination to settle down with anyone.

Despite his tough exterior, Miguel has a complex personality, with moments of calm and calculated precision. He is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation as the hottest bachelor in Miami only adds to his charm, making him the object of desire for many women. But beneath his charismatic facade lies a man with a deep sense of loyalty and duty, driven by a singular focus on power, revenge, and protection of those he cares about.

His empire is vast and diverse, spanning multiple businesses, properties, and assets. He is a strategic businessman, always looking for ways to expand his influence and increase his wealth. His hospitals, schools, and factories are testaments to his philanthropic side, but those who cross him know that he will stop at nothing to protect his interests.

With a reputation for being merciless and efficient, Miguel Salvatore is a name that commands respect and inspires fear. He is a man of few words, but when he speaks, people listen. His enemies tremble at the mention of his name, and his associates know that he will always have their backs. In a world of power and corruption, he is a force to be reckoned with, a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals and protect those he loves.

Miguel's return home was met with overwhelming joy from his family. His mother, Mrs. Martha, beamed with happiness as she hugged him tightly, tears of relief streaming down her face. The rest of the family, including his best friend Nelson, gathered around, eager to catch up.

A delicious meal had been prepared to celebrate Miguel's return, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter.

"I'm so happy you're back," Mrs. Martha said, smiling.

"Where were you? What happened to you?"Nelson asked.

"We were attacked on our way."

The room fell silent, with everyone exchanging surprised glances.

"I knew it! I knew something like that happened," Emily, one of the girls, exclaimed.

"Where you hurt?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, but I managed to survive," he said, his tone nonchalant as he lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage on his stomach.

The family gasped in unison, their faces pale.

"Oh my gosh, this is serious, Uncle," Annabel, the second girl, said.

"It's not to worry about. I got a good doctor who helped me out."

"Do you know who attacked you?"Grandpa asked.

"Not yet," Miguel replied.

"What about your men? Are they okay?"Nelson inquired.

"Yes, luckily they weren't badly injured. They're with their families now. I told them to come back to work when they're fully recovered," Miguel said.

"Thank heaven, that's a relief."Mrs. Martha breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing you all survived the attack."Clara, Miguel's sister, added,

"No more worry."Albert, Clara's husband, chimed in,

"Exactly, my grandson is back."Grandpa smiled,

"So, which hospital were you rushed to? Yours?"Andy asked.

"No". He smirked, his eyes distant, and Nelson stared at him, trying to understand his expression.

The celebration continued, with the family enjoying each other's company.

*Summer apartment*

Summer pulled into the driveway, still engrossed in her phone call. As she opened the door, she was met with a shocking surprise: her ex-boyfriend Peter was seated on the couch, his leg crossed and a smug smile on his face. She quickly ended the call, her eyes narrowing in anger.

"Peter!" she exclaimed.

Peter stood up, walking towards her with open arms.

"Come here, baby," he said, trying to hug her and she pushed him off, her anger evident.

"How dare you! How did you find your way in here?" she demanded.

Peter chuckled, holding up her spare keys. "Remember I still have these. It's been ages, don't you miss me?"

"In your wildest dreams. Please leave before I call the cops on you," she warned and he was unmoved.

"Oh, come on Summer, you're still my girlfriend. You can't just dump me like that. I know I messed up, but I'm back to make it right. Please, babe, give me another chance."

Summer's resistance grew as Peter tried to hold her.

"Don't, Peter! We're done. Please leave my house," she said firmly.

"Are you really serious about this?"

"Yes, leave!" She yelled, and he rushed to her and grabbed her hands and started struggling to free herself from his grasp."Let me go!".She shouted, trying to push him away.

"Please, don't do this to me, all I want is a second chance, please".He begged, trying to hug her.

"Let me go!".

Just as it seemed like Peter wouldn't let go, the door burst open and Jane's angry face appeared.

"Get away from her!" she yelled, rushing towards Peter and hitting him hard with her handbag.

"You scumbag!" she spat, continuing to hit him until he couldn't take it anymore and ran out the door. "Don't you ever come back here!" She yelled after him, shutting the door behind.

Summer collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Jane rushed to console her, pulling her into a warm hug.