DEVIL: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

“
I
don’t need
any medication,” I snapped at Dr. Wallace. I had been feeling irritable the past few days since I had been laying around in the hospital. “I just want to take these fucking bandages off.”

“I really don’t think you’re ready to have them off yet, Mitch. You should give yourself more time to heal.”

“Do you realize how hard it is to eat with this shit on my mouth? At least take the head bandages off.”

The doctor sighed. “Alright, well let me have a look.” He reached for the side of my head and carefully undid the adhesive, then slowly but surely began to unwrap the cocoon of mesh that was covering my face.

When the bandages were off, his eyebrows scrunched together and he moved his eyes closer to get a closer look. “Well, that’s really odd,” he said.

“What is it?”

“It’s just... it looks like it’s already started to heal. Usually these type of wounds stay open for weeks before the skin begins closing. It’s already coming together nicely.”

I grunted as I forced myself to sit up in my bed, which was difficult to do with the casts on my arm and leg, and then looked across the room into the mirror. I never saw how bad my wounds were before I was wrapped in bandages, but now it didn’t look so bad. The skin on my head was closed up and appeared to forming a large, red scar across the side of my forehead, surrounded by dark bruising. The side of my lip was still a bit red and swollen, but everything else seemed to be okay.

“Do you have any pain in the area?”

“I lifted my unbandage arm and pressed on my forehead slightly.”

“Don’t push too hard… Your scull is fractured there.”

“Not too bad. A bit sore, but I think it’s okay.”

“Well, you certainly have the highest pain tolerance of any patient that I’ve seen to date, and you’re healing up at a spectacular rate. You wouldn’t happen to be an X-Man super mutant, would you?” The doctor winked at me like a child and gave a sarcastic smile.

I held back the desire to roll my eyes. “Thanks, doc. I should be okay to go to my court case, right?”

“Yes, if you take it easy, you should be okay. Just try to keep yourself relaxed during the whole experience. I don’t want you putting your cardiovascular system under any undo stress.”

I smiled and gave a nod, feeling a lot better without the pesky bandages rubbing against my lips.

The driver who hit my car blew a 0.26% BAC, which was over 3 times the legal limit in the state of California, and my family had arranged a strong legal case in the time that I had been in the hospital. My lawyer had visited me a couple times, and based on the amount of physical damage that I sustained, thought that there was a good chance that we’d win a hefty settlement.

Sam had also visited me once on the 2
^nd
day that I was in the hospital– the day that we were supposed to be shacking up together in Leslie Grant’s house. I was still lethargic at the time, and when she saw me, she was in shock and broke down in tears. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry and ask her not to leave me, but I still couldn’t talk due to all the swelling and dressings.

I felt like shit as she knelt down and stared between the slit in my bandages, but then she promised me that she wasn’t going anywhere and that she loved me. Once gain, I felt incredibly lucky to have a girl like her. She was loyal even with my body being a mess.

“The nurse should stop by to bring you breakfast shortly,” the doctor said before leaving the room.

A few minutes later, the nurse arrived with a tray filled with eggs, sausage, and a buttermilk biscuit. The hospital had wonderfully delicious food, but even more wonderfully delicious nurses

I wasn’t sure what was coming over me, but my mind had been in a completely different reality since I woke up in the hospital. Every time I’d sleep, my dreams would be filled with sex– lots and lots of sex. I’d dream of making advances of beautiful women–even more beautiful than Sam, and I seemed to always get the girl. Even more so, I’d fuck them into submission like some sort of sex god, and they always loved every moment of it.

How was I coming up with those dreams? I’m not sure, as I wasn’t a big consumer of pornography and never had anything remotely similar occur in real life. I didn’t mind though, aside from the fact that I’d wake with a raging hard-on, and even when I was fully conscious, I’d salivate at the sight of a cute girl.

The nurse serving breakfast was one of the better looking ones, and I couldn’t help but think of how much I wanted to fuck her. When she leaned over to place the tray on my bed table, I caught a glance of her cleavage and got a whiff of perfume in her wavy brown hair. My mouth started watering more for her than the smell of the yummy breakfast she had brought me.

Her uniform was tight, and I could see the thin line of her panties running up the crack of her ass when she bent over. She was wearing a thong, and that knowledge immediately made my dick swell hard. I wanted to reach my hand up her skirt and rub my finger up and down the that thin piece of fabric, perhaps get a taste of the little honeypot that she was hiding under there.

“You’re looking so much better today, Mitch,” the girl chimed, snapping me immediately out of my perverted fantasies.

I pulled my eyes from her ass and smiled. “Yeah, I guess anything looks better than a cloth-covered face.”

“Well, you’ve got a handsome face, so it’s great to finally see it. And the wound on your head doesn’t look that bad either. At this rate, you’ll be out before you know it.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you need anything else with your breakfast?”

For a moment, I almost told her to sit on my face and let me stick my tongue up her snatch, but thankfully I had some self-control. “No, I think I’m okay…”

“Alright, I’ll be back in about 30 minutes to collect your tray.”

The nurse turned, and I licked my lips as the sight of her smooth legs and the way her hips swayed when she walked out the door. A need was pounding through my body like nothing ever had before.

I really, really needed to get out of that hospital.

I
sat
behind a large oval table at the top of an executive tower in downtown Los Angeles. It must have been at least 40 stories high. Sitting beside me was Mom and our family lawyer, Rico Johnson. On the other side of the table was a female attorney, a pretty Asian girl, and the drunk that had hit Mitch a little less than a week earlier.

It turns out that the offender who hit Mitch was the owner of several shopping mall chains all over Southern California and had even been nominated to run for mayor in that year’s election. It was unlikely that he would join the race now that he was going to have a felony charge on his record, but he was desperate to avoid smearing his name any further and avoid ruining his business relations.

We all sat in an uncomfortable silence for 10 minutes or so while we waited for Mitch, but eventually the door to the large conference room swung open, and Dad wheeled my brother in on a wheelchair.

I hadn’t been able to visit him for the last 3 days due to school, so I was amazed at how much better he was looking. Gone were the bandages on his face, but he still had a cast on both an arm and a leg. Across his head were some lacerations and bruising, along with a large red scab on his forehead, but otherwise he looked healthy and alert.

Everyone stood up as Dad pushed Mitch to the table, and I smiled at him when he passed by. He gave me a quick glance, but his face was set in a harsh frown as if he was clearly irritated about something. I don’t blame him; I’d be pissed off two if I had my life shut down by a drunk driver.

We all sat back down in our seats, and the opposing lawyer began to speak first. “Thanks for taking the time to come out today. I represent my client here, Mr. Lawson. Since Mr. Lawson is a pretty recognized figure here in LA, he doesn’t want to get his insurance company involved in the case or have any long, drawn out civil suits. So if you agree, we’d like to put a settlement offer on the table.”

Mom and Dad nodded, and Mitch sat in silence.

“What’s your offer?” Our attorney, Rico asked sternly. Rico had wild, grey hair and reminded me of the scientist from
Back to the Future.

“I think it’d be easier if I just write a number down for you to see, and then you can decide if it’s a figure that you can agree to.” The woman pulled a small, square notepad out of her briefcase and quietly jotted a note on the top page before tearing it off and sliding the paper to Rico.

Rico lifted the paper, and a smile inched across his face as he nodded approvingly and then passed the paper to Mom and Dad. Mom took one look at the number and said “Wow,” and Dad’s eyes opened wide as he let out a sigh of relief.

When Dad moved to show the paper to Mitch, I caught a quick glance. $500,000. It was more money than I could imagine and certainly more money than Mom and Dad had ever seen in their lives. Dad made a slightly above average salary in the mines, and Mom worked part time helping to manage a daycare center near our home. It was enough money to take care of our family and pay the rent on our house, but not enough for savings or many extras.

Of course, Mitch didn’t have a job, and this was his legal case. He was the person who had been injured, so never having been employed, $500,000 was about $500,000 more than he had ever earned in his lifetime. There was the occasional lawn mowing gig or summer side jobs that he would help Dad with for an extra twenty bucks here and there, but otherwise our parents supported him.

Mitch eyed the paper, but his facial expression remained set in the melancholy frown that he had sported since he arrived in the conference room. I figured that he was still in a lot of pain from the accident or maybe had some other damage that was preventing him from responding.

My Dad spoke first. “Well, ugh… This is more money than we–“

“5 million dollars,” Mitch interrupted, silencing my Dad and shocking everyone in the room.

Everyone turned their attention to Mitch, and the female attorney on the other end of the table said, “I’m sorry?”

“I want 5 million dollars,” he reiterated firmly, speaking strong and and more sure of himself than I had ever seen. “If you want me to settle, then I want 5 million. Otherwise we’ll continue with a suit.”

The opposing lawyer gave a half nervous smile and looked at Mitch. “Umm… Mr. Ryker, $500,000 is a lot of money. Maybe you just need some time to discuss this with your lawyer.”

“Take it or leave it,” Mitch parried.

“For Christ’s sake, he’s not even that hurt. Look at him…” the driver blurted. Judging by his Armani suit, he was a well off man, but by his unkempt hair, sagging eyes and the stubble on his face, the man probably hadn’t slept for days.

The other attorney tried to quiet the defendant down, and Mitch shuffled in his wheelchair. For a moment, I thought he was going to stand, but instead he just lifted his unbroken arm and spoke with a sinister voice that I didn’t even recognize. “Listen to me, you asshole. I’m in this wheelchair because of you. You broke my bones and sent me to the grave. I’m lucky to be alive right now. And you…
you
have the gull to tell me that I’m not even hurt? I’ll show you what it’s like to be hurting when I take you for more than you’re worth.” Mom reached out in an attempt to ease Mitch’s arm down, but he pushed it away. “Either you take the settlement, or I’ll see you in court.”

The female attorney looked toward Rico Johnson, but our lawyer just opened his eyes wide and gave her a shrug. “Can you give us a minute to discuss this?” she asked.

“Just give it to him…” the drunk driver said dismissively, his face molten and sad. “Give him what he wants. I want this over with.”

“Are you sure?” his attorney probed. “No negotiation?”

The man nodded.

“Alright, well then that settles it. Let’s draw up the papers for 5 million.”

Mom, Dad, and the lawyer all seemed shocked and wide-eyed at what had just happened. Had they really just agreed to give Mitch 5 million dollars? Of course, I was just as shocked as anyone else. The only person who seemed unaffected was Mitch, who sat there with the same strange frown on his face that he’d been sporting since he arrived.

After 45 minutes of printing, copying, and signatures, the settlement had been finalized, and the deal was done. Within 90 days, 5 million dollars would be deposited in Mitch’s bank account, but he had to agree that nothing would be discussed about the accident with any members of the media, and he would be responsible for any current and future medical bills along with the damage to his car.

The two lawyers shook hands, and the female attorney along with her client started for the conference door. Right before the driver exited, he turned to Mitch and sighed. “I’m sorry for what happened. I should have–“

“Fuck off, asshole,” Mitch interrupted. It was the first thing that he had said since his multi-million-dollar demand.

The man’s head sulked and he headed through the door.

I don’t ever really remember Mitch being the type of guy to use throw curse words around, so hearing him use sharp language shocked the whole family. No one reprimanded Mitch for his words though. He was right to be angry. He was right to be passionate. After all, it was his life that had been ruined because of that drunk.

When the defendant and his lawyer was gone, Mom and Dad hugged and let out loud sighs. “I… I can’t believe it,” Mom said.

“Wow buddy,” Rico Johnson said towards Mitch. “That was one hell of a show that you put on today. You read them better than I did. Maybe someday you should be a lawyer.”

Mitch didn’t respond to the man’s compliment.

Dad shook Rico’s hand and smiled. “Thanks for everything. We’re going to go ahead and take Mitch back over to the hospital. I’m sure he’s exhausted and wants some time to rest and think about what he’s going to do with all that money.”

“No.” Mitch’s voice was cold.

“What do you mean, no?” Mom asked. “Do you want to stop somewhere on the way over?”

“I’m not going back to the hospital. I ready to go home.”

There was no doubt in Mitch’s words, no uncertainty or room for questioning. There was no gentleness or request for approval.

It was at that moment that I realize that my brother was beginning to change.