Eden Salvatore

" Shut the fuck up. " I hissed under my breath.

I was beyond annoyed, the world was frustrating. I was trying to work but these people could not shut the hell up or perhaps just drop dead then disappeared into the face of the earth, that would have made my morning better.

We had been in this heart transplant surgery for the last seven hours since last night, all because this middle school geek decided to be dumb and didn't listen to me his doctor when I clearly told him that he couldn't consume too much fat.

But, no he went ahead and did it anyway.

So, here I was trying to save his dumbass. I sighed at the sight of the thumping heart, by the looks of all these yellow around his heart I was convinced that this dude drank pure oil.

Fucking donkey.

" Hand me the needle. " I muttered to one of the nurse interns next to me.

" Which needle, Dr. Salvatore? " she asked looking at the opened chest of my patient curiously.

She was one of those interns who just never shut up and thought it was funny to bombard the surgeon endless questions during a fucking surgery.

" Did you not learn anything in school? Or did you leave your brain at home today? "

She looked at me with wide eyes before furiously shaking her head.

" Hand me the one I can use to sew the donor's heart in place and another one for me to stitch your fucking mouth shut. " I glared.

I heard her gulped as I gestured the nurse to hand me the needle before I continued my work ignoring her existence. I hated interns. I always did. They just never shut up. I knew I was one too back in the days but I never asked stupid questions especially not when there was a person dying on the bed.

" What's the next step, Dr. Salvatore? " another intern asked.

While cussing them in my head, I made a mental note to murder whoever let these idiots inside later.

At this point my blood was boiling. I shut my eyes for a second trying to calm myself down before opening them again, ignoring the question.

I attached the major blood vessels to the donor heart carefully and calmly pretending that no annoying stupid people were here, in the same room with me.

But that was only until they started asking the same questions again. The nurses looked between me, the three stupidly curious interns and the patient nervously, as I handed them back the needle.

" I don't know. Why don't we all watch him bleed to death and let him die with this huge hole in his chest. " I grumbled under my breath.

The nurses took in a sharp breath while the interns looked at me wildly.

" Now shut up before I make you eat that heart. " I glared pointing at the diseased heart.

Despite all that, the surgery was a success.

The donkey geek made it out alive, thank to me. His parents were so escalated that when I walked out of the room, they ran toward me and embraced me with a bone crashing hug.

I hated hugs.

So, I just awkwardly stood there and patted them on their backs with an uncomfortable smile on my face before they finally let me go when the nurses and interns wheeled their unconscious son out of the room.

" Bring me four cups of coffee before I burn this whole building down with you in it. " I muttered to Thane, my assigned bodyguard as I stormed into my office.

I swore people were getting more and more annoying these days. I was so done with everyone's bullshit and it was only Monday. Someone better gave me a fucking trophy if I made it through the week without murdering anyone.

Throwing my stethoscope off my neck and getting out of the blue clothes were one of the best feeling ever, especially after a long surgery. I put on my white coat before sitting down on my leather chair.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I spun my chair around to admire the beauty of London from the giant glass wall behind my desk.

It felt like I was on top of the world sitting here, on this chair, in the chief executive officer's office knowing I made it after all these years.

Taking over Salvatore Medicare had always been my biggest goal. I worked my ass out of since elementary school for this position. I had always wanted to be a doctor, a surgeon to be exact, the ownership of the hospital only came after with a price I had to pay.

I had always been good at saving people's life. Ironic how I also killed. Being a doctor when you were the son of a mafia king seemed like the worst idea in the world but I made it work.

I balanced my lifestyles or at least I was trying my best to do so.

Steven Salvatore however had another opinion. My grandfather thought I couldn't handle all the kills and all the savings at the same time and so he made my life a literal living hell by practically forcing me into a wedding before he finally handed me our family's hospital.

Because according to him, wedding and settling down was the only solution to everything liked what he did to tame my father.

Father found love. Of course he did, when his wife was none other than Alana Salvatore, it must have been hard to not fall in love. My mother was an amazing woman and everything a man could ever wanted in a wife.

Not to mention, they were after all childhood's friend even if they didn't know it until later in the marriage.

Then there was me getting married to god knew who. Pathetic and annoying.

Although I only had myself to blame because not knowing who my fiancée was, was entirely my fault. Grandfather had tried to tell me all about her when I got up and left the room after I signed his contract.

The same contract that was made because my own grandfather, my flesh and blood didn't trust me enough that he went above and beyond to gather a contract stating that I must be at my own wedding or I could kiss my rights to the hospital goodbye.

The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thought. I picked it up from the table, my twin brother's name was running across the screen. I groaned, debating to decline the call but knowing Elliot he wouldn't stop until I picked up.

" What do you want? " I asked answering the phone.

" Get ready. We're throwing you a bachelor party tonight at 9. " my twin brother, Elliot said.

" No. " I grunted in annoyance.

" Great. See you soon, brother. " he said before hanging up.

I put my phone down on my desk with a heavy sigh when Thane finally came back with four cups of coffee in his hands.

He was twenty three years old when father assigned him to be my guards, protecting me twenty four seven and doing my dirty jobs if he had to because I tried to not kill people by myself as much as I could. He was basically my personal killing machine. Poor bloke.

" Your coffee, sir. " he said putting all the cups down.

" Thank you, Thane. Go have lunch. " I nodded my head and as soon as my statement finished he was out of the room.

I still didn't get why he was scared of me.

I wasn't scary like my two brothers or my father. I was basically the most unlikely to kill people with my bare hands. I just used my words.

Eight hit the clock when Thane drove me to the estate. I raced up the stairs and into my room. After taking a quick shower, I grumpily started to get ready for the party. I put on a plain black t-shirt showing off my inked arms, I tucked the shirt into a pair of black trouser before spraying my signature cologne on my body.

Thane handed me my jacket as he opened the car's door for me and we left the house.

The red and blue lights was hurting my eyesight while loud crappy music blasted across the place. I squinted my eyes trying to spot my brothers in the crowds. Alcohol and sweats lingered in the air as bodies were being pressed together creating a giant mess of lumpy limps.

I brushed past at least seven couples dry humping in the middle of a public place before I got to the booth, where Elliot and Nicholas were sitting at.

" Why are we having this party again? " I asked looking around the strip club that my brothers forced me to come.

This was torture and my absolute hell.

Party included lots of people. And, when there were people, talking was needed. I already regretted coming here.

Hell. I didn't even know all these people.

I always hated parties and people. I just didn't see the point of interacting with someone when I could just talk to myself, in my head. The only judgement and opinion I needed were my own and no one else's.

" Eden, come on loosen up man. It's your bachelor's party. " Elliot, my twin brother chuckled pulling me further into the booth.

Nicholas, my big brother, the Don and now head of the family smirked, sliding a glass of scotch on the rock across the glass table. I narrowed my eyes at the golden liquor before bringing the glass to my lips, chucking it down.

The alcohol slid down my tongue liked silky liquid, burning my throat with wild fire. I slammed the empty glass back on the table and he slid another one toward me.

" I'm going to need a much stronger liquor if I want to survive this party. Make the next one neat. " I said, chucking down the drinks.

Nicholas kept the drinks coming as the night slowly faded before my sight. My thoughts was becoming blurrier as seconds past while my body swayed alongside the now somewhat bearable music. I was fucking tipsy but not as wasted as I aimed to be.

Another round of shots vodka was served by Elliot's hired strippers for the night. Nicholas took a shot and scooted to the back of the booth, with a smirk on his face as he watched me in amusement. He was lucky he didn't spare a single glance at the girls or I would have snitched on him so hard that my sister in law would make sure he died a painful death.

A blonde in red lingeries slipped onto Elliot's laps, and started grinding on him. I watched her in pure horror but my twin brother didn't seem like he could careless, his amazed eyes were also on me. I cocked an eyebrow at my brothers silently asking them what the hell was happening when I felt a hand brushed on my neck.

I snapped my head to the side so fast, I could hear my bone cracking over the blasting music. She stood in a set of pink lingerie, platinum blonde hair and wild blue eyes. She had this weird smirk on her face. I tried to look past her on display breasts to her name tag. She was Barbie or maybe that was her stripper's name, if that was even a thing.

She brought one of her leg up and put it over my shoulder before leaning in, pulling my chin up with her forefinger. I stared at her pink knee-high boots in horror as I slowly lifted it off. I gently put her feet back on the ground, eyes never left her shocked face or trailed my gaze below her chin.

I took my jacket off and put it over her shoulders, covering her body away from all sights. It wasn't my intention to offend her or her job. I respected her and admired the confidence she had in herself that she could show her beautiful body off to the world without a slight hint of insecurity.

It was me, who was the problem in this situation. I was uncomfortable and really didn't want half naked girls dancing for me or on me. I hated being touched.

" Please take the rest of the night off. " I said. She stared at me in shocks for a couple of seconds before hurried out of our booth.

" Now I know why you're mother's favorite child. " Nico chuckled, sipping on his drinks as Elliot waved off the stripper on his laps.

" No wonder why you're still a virgin. I admire you so much, little brother. " Elliot beamed, raising his own glass for a toast.

" I never lost my virginity because I don't lose, motherfucker." I grunted, taking another shot.

And, this time the alcohol was fully kicking in.

Rounds after rounds of shots, glasses of scotch whiskey never stopped coming. The night was rather long, my mouth getting drier with each drinks and throat burning.

But, it was a good way to bitterly say goodbye to my bachelorhood, drinking my sorrows away.

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