Sex with My Mafia Stepbrother

TIFFANY’S POV

I woke up groggily, feeling like I fought demons in my sleep, my body was damn heavy and my head pounding with dull ache I was seeing stars.

I could hear the soft murmurings of voices around me, they seemed distant, as if coming from a faraway place. It irked me to know I wasn’t alone, I wanted to drown in my pain and sleep it away. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright light from the room made me squint and I quickly shut them again.

Someone was touching me, cleaning me up and caressing me carefully like a mother changing her baby’s diaper. I wanted to pull away but I was so weak.

‘Damnnnn’

I heard someone pacing, taking heavy steps at a time, the steps made me want to scream but my voice was gone. I heard the person’s worry and restlessness in the room. I discovered it was Gladys.

I could hear the shuffling of her feet as she paced back and forth. She was talking to someone, her voice filled with frustration and anger. I strained my ears to listen, but the words were muffled and I couldn’t make out the conversation, it turned out that she was complaining.

“You know Zino!!!! You should have watched her well, I assigned four men to check up on her every two hours and in that space, no one knew when she cut herself and no one gave a damn to tell me.”

“We never knew it was this serious.” One of the men answered and Gladys hissed.

“She’s really in a bad state.” Gladys worried voice filled the room.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I listened to them , feeling myself that I caused chaos among them, the memories of everything that happened last night came rushing back to me. I remembered how I had accidentally broken a glass, cutting myself in the process, I was so thirsty and the water was so far. It had been a foolish mistake, I should have called for help but I didn’t, still chained, I reached for the glass, dragging my body on the floor and had gotten a graze before falling on the glass and tearing myself, the sight of blood had sent me into a state of panic, it was too much that I passed out. I’ve not eaten in days, that explains why my skin was soft and I lost so much blood. And here I was, lying on a bed receiving treatment.

I decided to pretend to be asleep, curious to hear what Gladys was saying to the people around her. Each passing minute, her voice rose, filled with anger and frustration. She was shouting at someone, demanding to know why they hadn’t informed her about my injury earlier. I realized that the person she was yelling at was the one treating me.

“What if she got an infection? It could be bad for her and the baby! Nothing must happen to her so do what you know is possible to make her fine!.”

The voice of the person treating me sounded young, probably a student. He was unbelievably calm. “She will be fine, the cut wasn’t so serious and it’s something I can handle as you can see, the blood wasn’t that much and she can replenish it in no time with good food and drugs.” His words brought a sense of relief, and I felt a slight smile tug at the corner of my lips.

“But, we need to get her to the hospital so she could take a scan, I don’t want to risk her life as you said she might be with a child, she should do a scan, I don’t want to assume things, but she could need more treatment.”

I wanted Gladys to agree, it could be my chance out of this doomed place and all this nightmare would end. But then, as I thought of that, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me and made me open my eyes immediately. I desperately tried to hold it in, but it was too overwhelming.

I could sence the man hold me down but I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned my head to the side of the bed and vomited. The man rushed to my side. As I looked up at him, his face felt strangely familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen him before, he was undoubtedly young and good-looking. Even in my condition, I still notice his features.

“You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.” He spoke to me reassuringly, his words filled with a soft kindness. “You just need to rest, I’ll get you water now.”

I smiled too and brought my mouth closer to his ears then I mustered enough energy to talk. “You smell like paint, and I like the smell.” A small smile spread across his face as he reassured me once again.

Curiosity got the better of me,” my name is Tiffany, what is your name?”

Gladys was looking at us, and as I asked that question she jumped in to answer before he could respond. “Now that’s enough informality, he is just a random boy, a medical student from our school.” When she said that, she laughed. ” Well, I’ll call it my ‘old’ school since you and your unfortunate brother made sure I got kicked out, nevertheless, soon, you would be kicked out too. ”

I wanted to say something to defend myself, to talk back to her. She started this whole hate, but the exhaustion in me overwhelmed me. My eyelids grew heavy, and I could feel myself slipping back into unconsciousness. Before I completely succumbed to sleep, I heard Gladys whisper a goodbye to the medical student, still not using his name.

He looked like some one I know and with the way he looked at me, he might know my brother or anyone related to me, he might go call for help and I’d be safe.

But, what if he wasn’t someone I know, what if I was mistaken?