Summer's eyes fluttered open, and she sat upright on the bed, her mind foggy. She groaned quietly, the memories came flooding back, and her eyes widened in panic. She took in her unfamiliar surroundings, her gaze darting around the room in desperation.

She quickly scanned her body, relief washing over her when she realized she was intact and untouched. But her relief was short-lived, as she sprang out of bed and stumbled around the room, her confusion and fear escalating.

"What's going on here? Why am I here? Was I kidnapped and brought here?" she gasped, her voice trembling with terror. "Oh no," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. She rushed to the door and started banging on it, screaming for help at the top of her lungs. "Let me out! Help!"

Her cries echoed through the hallway, and Miguel, who was in the living room with his family, heard her frantic screams. He rushed to the door, followed by his family, and flung it open. Summer fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Please, let me go! I didn't do anything wrong. Please don't kill me. I don't know the person you're talking about. I'm just a harmless doctor who means no harm. Please let me go, I beg you."

Her words tumbled out in a desperate rush, her body shaking with fear. Miguel's expression softened slightly as he looked down at her, taken aback by her sudden action.

"What do you think you're doing?".He asked, and she recognized the voice and loosened the grip on his leg.

As she looked up and saw his face, her eyes widened in shock, and she pulled away quickly, reeling backward.

"Y...you," she stuttered.

The family watched the scene unfold.

"Well, I guess this is not going to end well," Andy whispered to the others.

"She's not quite used to big bro, she looks frightened to see him," Clara said, her voice low.

"Miguel must have scared her," Nelson added.

"Are you okay?" Miguel asked, his eyes locked on Summer's face. She was disoriented, her gaze darting around the floor as if searching for answers.

Her mind seemed to be racing, and she didn't seem to notice the other family members observing from behind them.

"Am I dreaming?... No, I'm not, I just woke up," she muttered, lost in thought.

Miguel squatted in front of her, closing the gap between them.

"Summer, Summer," he called softly, trying to snap her out of her trance. As realization dawned on her, she looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. "Are you okay?" he asked again.

Summer quickly pushed him away.

"Get away from me!" she yelled, scrambling to her feet. Her questions tumbled out in a frantic rush. "You... why are you here? What am I doing here? How did I get here? Where on earth am I? Who are you?"

Miguel tried to calm her down, but she was beyond consolation.

"What's going on? Just a moment ago, I thought I'd never see you again. You came... Did you send that guy to attack me? Did you have me kidnapped and brought to this godforsaken place? Who the fuck are you!"

Her anger and fear boiled over, and Miguel's expression remained calm, though his eyes betrayed a hint of concern.

"Can you just calm down and listen?" he asked, but Summer was beyond reason.

"Why will I calm down and listen to you...?".Her words trailed off as a sudden realization dawned on her. "Y...you were the one who shot him, it was you, right?" she asked, her voice shaking. "You killed someone, you shot him right there in front of me," she accused, her eyes welling up with tears.

She grabbed his shirt and started raining punches on him, sobbing uncontrollably. Miguel sighed, knowing her tiny fists wouldn't hurt him.

"You're a murderer! You killed him," she cried. He grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place.

"Pull yourself together and let me talk," he said firmly.

"He's right, let him explain everything to you."Mrs Martha said politely from behind.

Summer noticed their presence. She pulled away from Miguel, staring at them, Mrs Martha move to her and placed a warm arm around her shoulder.

"Come, child, you must be tired and hungry. You should eat, and everything will be fine".

As Mrs. Martha led Summer away, and the rest follow, Nelson turned to Miguel.

"She doesn't know who you are, right?" he asked, and Miguel sighed tiredly, anticipating a long and complicated explanation.

Everyone sat down in the living room, trying to make the surroundings comfortable for Summer. Nelson and Miguel joined the gathering, taking their seats.

"Go on, child, eat," Grandpa said, his voice warm and encouraging.

"I'm not hungry, I want to go home," Summer said sadly, her gaze avoiding theirs.

"You can't go, it's risky out there," Miguel said firmly, his eyes locked on hers.

"Why? Am I trapped here? Who the heck are you to tell me what to do?" Summer spat.

The family exchanged surprised glances, their eyebrows raised in astonishment. No one had ever spoken to Miguel like that before, and yet, he remained calm. Andy's eyes widened in shock, while Clara's mouth dropped open.

"Wow, she's got spirit," Nelson whispered.

Miguel's calm demeanor was unexpected, and the family couldn't help but stare at him in wonder.

"It's for your safety, we're just trying to protect you." Clara said smiling.

Summer's gaze returned to everyone at the table, her expression confused and wary.

"My big bro is just trying to protect you," Annabelle explained gently.

"Bro?" Summer asked, confusedly.

"Yes, he's our big bro, and we're his siblings," Emily said, her smile bright.

"I'm Andy, his younger brother," Andy added.

"And I'm Clara, his younger sister,"

"I'm his mother, you can call me Ma Martha," Mrs. Martha said, her eyes warm and inviting.

"I'm his grandpa,"

"I'm Nelson, a family friend and a best friend to him,"

Everyone introduced themselves politely, and Summer stared, unsure how to respond, her eyes darting from one face to another.

"I'm Miguel, Miguel Salvatore," Miguel said, his eyes locked on hers, "These are my family, and this place you're in is my house," he added, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Yeah, there's nothing to be afraid of, we mean no harm," Mrs. Martha reassured her.

"My grandson told us you were the one who saved him. We owe you a big thank you," Grandpa said, his eyes shining with gratitude.

"Do you want to tell us your name?" Clara asked.

Just as Summer was about to respond, she heard the cry of her cat. Her head snapped up, and her eyes caught sight of a man in a bodyguard suit holding the cat gently in his arms.

"Sophy!" she cried out, rushing to carry her cat out of the man's arms and hug her warmly, sobbing with joy. "I'm so happy you're alive," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Wow, what a moment," Emily said, as everyone watched in delight at the reunion.

Miguel stood up and walked away with his men who had brought in the cat small smile playing on his lips.

After some minutes, Summer borrowed Clara's cell phone to make a quick call. She excused herself to the veranda and dialed Jane's number. After two rings, Jane picked up.

"Hello, Jane," Summer said, her voice a bit shaky.

"Hello, Summer, is that you?" Jane asked from the other end of the phone, her voice filled with concern and a hint of panic.

"Yes, it's me,"

"What the heck happened? I stopped by your apartment, it was locked, and your cell phone wasn't going through either. I was worried sick about you!"

"I'm sorry, something came up. Can you come pick me up right now? I'll send you the location,"

"Sure, you have a lot of explaining to do, young lady. I'll be there soon," Jane said, her tone playful but firm.

They hung up, and Summer sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She turned to go inside when she was startled by Miguel standing behind her, his arms crossed and his piercing eyes devouring her.

"Are you a ghost or something? Do you always stalk people like that?" She said, her voice unfriendly.

"You still want to go after my warning?" Miguel asked.

"And you think this is a better place for me to stay? Listen, I don't even know you that well or what kind of trouble you're involved with, but the last thing I'll do is getting myself involved with you... I agree you have a nice and lovely family, but with you involved, I just can't," She said rudely, and turn to leave. Miguel blocked her path, his eyes locked on hers

"Are you afraid of me? Do you think I'll hurt you?" he asked, And Summer rolled her eyes.

"I'm not afraid of you, what I'm afraid of is what you're involved with. I don't care to know...Let this end here, I don't want to be seen with you, my life is now a life-threatening because you came in. I was only being a good doctor that saves lives... I know the attack at my house is involved with you, and I'm not going to stick around to find out what else you're capable of. I still love my life, I'm the only child of my parents, and I don't want them to lose me yet when I have a lot of fulfillment in life ahead of me. I have dreams, I have plans, and I won't let you ruin them for me. Stay away from me, I don't know you, and you don't know me," she said, her voice passionate and determined, before turning to walk away.

Miguel let out a deep sigh as he stared after her, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

Summer arrived at Jane's house after she drove to the location where she picked her up. She was seated on the couch, her legs folded inside the couch with Sophy next to her. Jane came over with a cup of warm coffee and gave it to her as she sat down facing her.

"You still haven't told me what you were doing in the mansion, who did you come to see over there? Is it one of your patient's?" Jane asked.

Summer sighed and began to tell her the whole story, starting from her encounter with Miguel's family. Jane listened attentively.

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Meanwhile, at the Miguel Mansion, Miguel was seated by the poolside, taking a nap while drinking from his wine. Nelson came over and sat next to him.

"Are you worried about her?" Nelson asked.

Miguel sighed, his eyes gazing out at the pool.

"Yeah, I don't want her being a victim because of me," he said.

"Well, there is nothing to do, Roberto got his eyes on her. She should be among your responsibility," Nelson said, his words dripping with seriousness.

_______

Back at Jane's apartment, after Summer explained everything to her, Jane's eyes widened in shock.

"I knew it, and I said it - he looks like a Mafia boss. Miguel Salvatore, I've heard things about him, and I never knew he was the stranger you helped," Jane exclaimed.

"What do you think I should do now? You know anyone involved with him will become a prey too," she asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"But he doesn't seem like someone who will hurt you,".

"And you know him well enough not to do that? look, I'm scared for my life, he is the most dangerous Mafia in the city," she said, her words spilling out in a rush.

"And extremely wealthy too, you forgot to add that one," Jane interjected, Summer sighed, "Come on, girlfriend, I'm sure he will not allow anyone to hurt you,"

"You don't seem to get it, I don't want to be involved with him. I'm not scared of him; I just don't want to get close to him," she said, and they sighed.

**************

Miguel lay on the bed in one of his luxurious hotel suites, the soft glow of the city lights casting a warm ambiance over the room. He was shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips, showcasing his chiseled physique. His muscular body and abs seemed to gleam in the dim light, and he exuded an aura of quiet confidence.

As he lit a cigarette, the smoke curled into the air, and his mind wandered back to Summer's words. He couldn't shake off the feeling that lingered long after their conversation.

Just then, a lady emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a seductive outfit that left little to the imagination. She climbed onto the bed, her movements fluid and deliberate, and began tracing his body with kisses.

Miguel didn't react, his look unreasonable as he continued smoking, lost in thought. The lady's lips brushed against his skin, sending shivers down her own spine, but he remained impassive. When she moved to kiss his lips, he turned his face away, his gaze drifting off into the distance.

"What, don't you want my lips on yours?" she asked softly.

"I don't do kisses," he replied, his voice low and even.

"Why? Who makes love without kisses?" she asked.

"You should know the rules," He said, his voice firm. "Weren't you given the rules before you were brought in here?"

"Yes, I just thought maybe they were joking," she said, "Who sees the almighty Miguel Salvatore and doesn't die to kiss him?"

"I have rules. If you want to continue, you have to follow them. I don't do kisses, and I don't do virgins... looking at you, you are not," he said, his gaze sweeping over her.

"You're right," she smirk, her lips curled into a sly smile. She continued to trace his body with kisses, her movements sensual and deliberate.

his pants slowly being undone by the lady's skilled hands. He reached over to the shelf beside him, pulled out a condom, and handed it to her. She smiled seductively, took it from him, tore it open, and covered herself.

As she began to ride him, her soft moans filled the air, and Miguel's eyes drifted into a world of his own, lost in thought. The smoke from his cigarette curled into the air, a hazy veil between him and the world around him.

Some minutes passed, Miguel stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air as he took his shower. Meanwhile, the lady lounged on the bed, wrapped in a duvet, chatting on the phone with her friends, a smile still playing on her lips.

When Miguel emerged from the bathroom, he looked refreshed, a towel wrapped tantalizingly around his waist. The lady's eyes widened as she took in his chiseled physique, her gaze lingering on his muscles.

"Wow, I feel like having you again," she purred, her voice husky with desire.

But he ignored her, as he opened his drawer and pulled out a wad of cash. He tossed it to her, and she caught it, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Wow, thank you very much," she exclaimed.

"Get dressed, my men will drop you off," He said curtly, his eyes already on his clothes as he began to dress.

"Do you want to do this some other time?" she asked.

He sat down to fix his shoes, his movements economical and precise. When he stood up, he adjusted his suit, smoothed out his hair, and gave himself a final once-over in the mirror.

"My men will see you out," he said, without looking at her. And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving the lady to stare after him in frustration.

"What an attitude," she muttered under her breath.

Miguel came out of the hotel and entered his car as the chauffeur opened the back door for him. Immediately he entered, the door closed, and one of his men in the front seat turned to him.

"Is she back to the house?" he asked, his eyes gazing outside the window

"No, boss, she's still in her friend's place," the man replied.

"Keep a close watch on them and let me know if anything happens," Miguel instructed.

"Okay, boss," the man said, and they drove off.

*Jane's apartment*

Summer came to the kitchen to get water from the refrigerator. She poured some into a glass and took a sip. Then, she felt a warm arm caressing her from behind, and she let out a soft moan, enjoying the tender kisses around her neck.

The hand turned her to face him, and she was surprised to see who it was.

"Y-you..." she sputtered nervously.

Miguel's lips claimed hers with a passionate intensity, leaving her breathless. As he lifted her onto the cabinet, stood between her legs. His hands traced every curve of her body, and she couldn't help but respond to his touch.

"Please..." she moaned softly.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his voice husky with desire, as he slid his hand under her shirt, teasing her nipples.

Summer's response was lost in the moment, her body reacting to his touch in ways she couldn't control. The chemistry between them was undeniable.

Romance ignited as his kisses trailed down her thigh, she let out a soft moan . But she gasped awake, her heart racing, and stared around the dark room, disoriented. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she quickly checked herself, and noticed she was wet. Jane slept peacefully next to her, while Sophy slumbered in her little bed.

"Fuck!" she muttered, rushing to the bathroom to compose herself.

♦♦♦♦

The next morning, over breakfast, Jane noticed her friend's mood.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked,

"Not really," Summer sighed.

"What happened? Didn't get enough sleep?" Jane probed gently.

"Yeah."

"Why? Bad dreams? Were you dreaming about the incident at your house?"

"I wish,"

"Then tell me why didn't you get enough sleep last night?"

"I had the most terrifying dream last night," Summer revealed.

"What was it about? Ghost hunting you?" She teased.

"Worst than that, I had an intimacy dream with him and I woke up wet," Summer said.

"Intimacy with who? Peter?" she asked, confused.

"I wish it was him, but it's Miguel,"

"What?!" Jane exclaimed, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Believe me, girlfriend, it was terrifying," She said.