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ENZO'S POV

Fuck. I used to love London, but now, stabbed in the shoulder, I'm not sure if I want to come back. The fucking Wilson's and their crime family, I swear, the nerve of that fucking family.

It was such an easy deal, they would ship drugs to Italy for my crew to distribute, and I would ship weapons from our factories in Italy for whatever the fuck they wanted to do with them. An easy deal, gone tits up to be honest.

"Antonio, speed the fuck up, I am in so much pain!" I shouted to my best friend, who put his foot further down on the accelerator, and we continued speeding to the first hospital we could find. It would be so much easier if we were back home in Italy, all of the local hospitals stitch us up, no questions asked, and I even have a couple of private surgeons on speed dial, but here I will have to explain exactly how I ended up stabbed in the shoulder. Although there is a lot of knife crime in London, I guess the doctors may be used to it.

The only thing I could concentrate on was the searing pain running through my shoulder, only made worse by the fact I had to press down on it to reduce some of the bleeding. It is moments like this where I hate being part of the mafia, let alone running it. Fucking Londoners. I swear the Wilson's better beg me to reconsider the deal, after all, it was one of their men stood right next to me, watching as I was about to sign the contract, that mistook me getting my phone out of my pocket for a gun, and within seconds stabbed me in the shoulder. They attacked first, so my men started the shooting. They'll be following in a car behind us, protection and all of that. Fuck sake my shoulder!

Obviously, we wouldn't have killed off the whole of the Wilson crime family in one afternoon, just the ones who stepped out of line, unprovoked I may add. Not my fault.

Finally, Antonio pulled up in front of the doors to the Emergency Department of the Royal London Hospital, and I opened the door and stumbled out. With all the energy I could muster I went inside and called out for help. Suddenly, I felt myself being sat down in a wheelchair, my head was spinning, and I was losing consciousness, but the last face I saw before I passed out had to be the most beautiful that I had ever seen.

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KATARINA (KAT)'S POV

Without a doubt, I love my job. Yes, working in the Emergency Department has its downfalls, especially with all the drunk people on a Friday night that like to yell abuse at all of the medical professionals, or catcall me and my female co-workers. To be honest, I have no idea which one is worse, one is just rude but the other makes me feel uncomfortable in a not nice kind of way. However, I love the thrill of my job, never knowing what or who is about to walk through the door or be wheeled through the door, what new challenge awaits me. The stories I have are wild. I do in fact love my job, with every shred of my being.

I was thinking over the crazy night shift I had just had, various injuries, heart attacks, strokes, someone came in after sitting on a pair of scissors, which I had to fix-up and stitch-up. I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table, it was just about to turn 2pm. The hard thing about working a week of nightshifts is the weird time difference with everything. My meals get messed up, my sleep gets messed up, everything gets messed up, and messed up beyond belief compared to my boyfriend's schedule. He works a normal 9-5 job doing something financial and complicated, with no easy job title. He's explained it to me many times, but I always get lost in all the financial jargon that he spews out of his mouth. Today is his day off, and I was excited to get to spend a few hours with him before I went back on shift at 6pm.

I expected him to be sitting on the sofa, watching some trash TV, like he usually does on his days off, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Jack!" I called out throughout the apartment, but there was no answer.

I picked up my phone and called his number, which went straight to answerphone. That's weird, I thought, but brushed it off, he must be out with friends or at the shops or on a run or walk or any other excuse I could think of. Oh well, I will be off nights soon and we can at least spend the evenings together. It is a bit much of me anyway to expect him to be right where I want him to be as soon as I wake up.

I stopped thinking about what he might be doing as soon as I felt my stomach rumble. Apart from dinner the night before, and some toast I ate just before I crashed in bed this morning, I hadn't eaten for a while, so I started to put together a chicken salad with leftovers in the fridge. I was too tired to cook anything fancy, although I do love cooking.

After I had eaten, I took advantage of the fact that Jack wasn't watching TV to put whatever I wanted on. After flicking through various different channels, I ended up some trash and relaxed for a bit. It's funny how both my boyfriend and I both have rather intellectually complicated jobs, yet we love to just watch trash on TV, or read trashy books or play trashy games, I guess it is because we have so much mental stimulation during the day (or night for me at the moment), when it comes to relaxing we want something easy to follow, otherwise our brains may just explode.

I heard the key in the front door click, then open, then close. Then I heard footsteps walking through the hall.

"Hey," I turned around and said.

"Hey darlin'," he said in a thick London accent, "how long you been up?"

"Just an hour or two, how long you been gone?"

"Probably not long before you just woke up then," he replied, "I was just day-drinking with some of my mates, taking advantage of the day off and all."

"Sounds fun." He walked over and kissed me on the cheek, kicked off his shoes and joined me on the sofa.

"So, what we watching?" he asked.

Jack is a handsome man, he has an innocent face, hardened by all of the frowning he does at work. His hair is a bright curly ginger. He has a nice body, quite skinny yet full at the same time, weird to explain. His eyes and smile are my favourite part about him, he has hazel coloured eyes, and a smile that lights up his face, crinkling every bit of skin a smile can, but I love it. We've been together a couple of years now, after meeting in a club. His friend actually tried hitting on me whilst I was ordering a drink at the bar, bought me over to their group and I just sort of fell for Jack instead. Don't worry about the friend though, he's married now, with a child on the way, to a different friend I introduced him too.

Unfortunately, I had to go to work not long after Jack came home. I gathered my things and headed in. The walk wasn't long to the tube, and not long after the tube. I went in through one of the various staff entrances and dumped my stuff in my locker in the changing room, getting changed into my scrubs. Scrubs are so comfortable. I would probably fall asleep in them, if the procedures I was doing weren't so high stakes; the adrenaline keeps me buzzing.

I went into the Emergency Department, making my way through the list of various patients I had to see.

My best friend, Adam, worked with me. I introduced him to Jack and they're all part of the same group of mates now, although I wasn't sure he would have been day-drinking today.

"Did you go to the pub with Jack today?" I asked Adam, as we walked between patients.

"Pub? What do you mean?" he questioned, confusion on his face.

"Jack said he was day-drinking with his mates today," I replied. God, I hope I hadn't put my foot in my mouth, maybe Adam wasn't invited for whatever reason.

"Oh, not a clue, maybe it was with some other mates, nothing was said on our group chat." We both shrugged it off.

It was about an hour into the shift and I was just checking something with one of the people at the front desk, when a man came stumbling through the door. He was clutching a blood-soaked cloth to his shoulder, groaning for help. I called out to the nurses near him to get a wheelchair for him to sit in, sensing he was about to pass out from blood loss or shock, or if not, he was at least very weak. For just a moment, we locked eyes with eachother, before his body went limp.

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