Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

MASSIMO

“Someone get me a fucking stretcher,” I got down from the car and started to scream for help as soon as we reached the hospital. Mom was still inside with blood all over the seat of the car.

“Help please,” I screamed with my hands on my head, not caring about the blood.

“I’ll take her in,” the driver offered as I tried to lift her but couldn’t as my hands were shaking vigorously.

“She can’t die, she can’t die,” I kept on screaming as I followed him into the hospital where we were net with nurses and a gurney.

A nurse’s rubber gloved hand removed my hand from the iron stand as we approached the inner rooms that no one except trained personnel was allowed to enter. I imagined the tall nurse giving me a smile over the facemask she had on her face as she said “We’ll take it from here.”

I reluctantly removed my grip from the stretcher and cast one last glance at mother “Please take care of her.”

The nurse said nothing more and herself and the rest of her team pushed through the doors I wasn’t allowed to pass through. Once they were out of sight the residual strength I had been running on stopped flowing in an instant and I dropped to my knees.

The sound of my knees hitting the tiled floor was enough to give anyone a scare but frankly I didn’t care, at least the pain could not be compared to whatever was haunting mother in her unconsciousness.

Nothing could happen to her, nothing.

Hearing the sound of feet approaching, I quickly stood up and sat on one of the chairs, Nobody could see me in that condition. Folding my hands together, I felt a different kind of anger at father, I wished I didn’t shoot him. He deserved torture.

“Hello boss, do you have a moment?” it was one of my men who had been with me for a long time.

“Speak,” I commanded looking at the floor.

He drew nearer before he began to talk. “I witnessed all that happened, but be rest assured that I won’t say a thing to a soul. No one’s going to know.”

What was he driving at? Blackmail? “Go on,” I said, waiting for the part where he asks for something in return.

“Well, I’m doing this because bigger boss kissed my wife and claimed it was an accident which was definitely a lie,” he replied in reference to father.

This wasn’t the first of its kind, father committed a lot of atrocities and always got away with it. I was really surprised he wasn’t holding it against me.

“You’ve been a good person, generally and to me personally so I plan to help make the people believe your story,” he continued.

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“That’ll be a surprise. Thank you boss.” With that, he walked away leaving me as confused as ever. He sounded willing to help me but also threatening at the same time. I didn’t need any more surprises at this point.

I sat there for almost an hour waiting and waiting for a response from the doctor. My head was full of so many things; Gladys, what was she up to requesting for our stronghold.

How did Luciano survive? On one hand, I was happy he did. On the other, he was the cause of all these, the cause of the bullet in mother’s body.

Getting tired of sitting, I decided to go to the doctor’s office.

“Excuse me mister, you can’t-,” I turned to look at the nurse trying to stop me and as usual, the moment I turned my face, she kept quiet.

“Right,” I muttered before going in to see the doctor.

“I was just about to send a nurse to get you,” he spoke looking up at me through his disjointed glasses that was barely held together. “Take a sit please.”

I ignored him and proceeded to sit, mother’s health was more concerning than some minor disrespect I had little to no regard for.

“She would be needing a surgery,” he informed me promptly.

A little smile crept up the corners of my lips, I expected to hear worse.

“It has to be done quickly,” he added.

“And you deemed it fit to inform me now?” I asked with clenched fists. I was a second away from punching him in the face.

“There’s something else I thought you might know.” Based on hearsay, this statement hardly went well; it always meant that something bad was looming.

“What is it? Spill!”

“She has stage two cancer. Did you know about it?” He asked looking very concerned than I had seen him the few hours I had been here.

The shock all over my face was clear. All these while, I had no idea she was battling with something this big, she hid it so well from me.

“I guess you didn’t know, sorry about that,” he consoled. “We’re going to start the operation as soon as possible.”

This statement translated to only one thing in my head, money. I needed money to pay for the surgery and right now I had none. With father dead, there was no other means.

As if reading my thoughts, he spoke up. “Don’t worry about the payment, I owe your father.”

For the first time in my life, I was relieved when father’s name was attached with me. “Thank you,” I muttered before getting out of the chair and heading out of the room.

Outside the room, I moved to a corner where my legs took me and came crashing down into the wall on my back. With my hands on my head, I couldn’t think about anything at all.

Mother had cancer and now she needed surgery to remove the bullet, she’s in so much pain. And then, the tears began to flow uncontrollably.