Flashback
12 years ago
"Marcus," The doctor's hand embraced my shoulders. I was already pale from sleepless nights and the nightmares I would have if ever I got some sleep.
"You should take care of yourself now. You need to be strong. At least for your brother. He is only thirteen,"
Being reminded that I had a brother who needed my guidance made my heart hammer like the rapid beat of a drum.
Tension attacked my body and soul as I thought of how useless of a brother I had been. How could I guide him when I was locked under these four white walls, not even able to put myself under control?
I nodded to the doctor and took a longer breath inside, letting it out slowly. Tears found their way onto my cheeks and eventually on my shirt. I swallowed hard at the thought of life after everything that changed the course of my and my little one's lives.
The doctor exited the room and I was alone again. The bed was the only thing that kept me company. The following day, I woke up and finally got the guts to get out of my room. Outside was another huge number of mad and mentally ill people like me.
I couldn't find a space where I could be only me, so I started wandering around and that's when I found myself eavesdropping the doctors. I was at the Corner and they were on the perpendicular side of my wall.
"That kid is rich. We can't let him go that easily. We need to make him stay longer." One doctor said. He seemed confident and greedy.
"But what should we do? Giving him the wrong medicine could make his condition pretty bad," The other one whispered.
"Even better, more money for us. Besides, It will be hard for anyone to notice since he has no parents. It will be easier for people to believe whatever story we make since his parents had an iconic way of killing each other,"
"Wait, The rich kid you were talking about is Marcus?" His voice whispered a little shock.
I swallowed hard. The kid they were talking about was me. They were determined to twist my life even more because of what? Money?
That night, I escaped. I went home. They looked for me. The good thing was the doctor who appeared out of the blue, defended me and sued them. My father's doctor. Maybe the only good thing he found when he was alive.
End of flashback
"This isn't the first time some doctors played tricks on me and guess what? They were all wrong," I gave a wicked grin.
The old doctor exchanged a reluctant glance with his younger colleague. They were cornered, out of their depth, and they knew it. I had them right where I wanted.
Behind me, my loyal guards stood ready, their expressions as cold and unyielding as ancient warriors.
"Mr Del Monte. Please understand that you are in need of medical attention. We can discuss further later," The old doctor pleaded.
The young doctor chimed in, desperation in his voice. "Mr. Del Monte, we have your best interests at heart. You may not be experiencing symptoms now, but your condition is unpredictable. Please, come back to the hospital."
A guard behind Marcus spoke up, his tone laced with authority. "Mr. Del Monte, please cooperate. It's for your good."
My, my, my! I shook my head and I looked down. I didn't know insanity existed even among doctors till today. I turned to his guards, a hint of amusement in my eyes. "Well, gentlemen, it seems we have some unwelcome guests. I think it's time to show them the way out."
The tension in the air escalated as the guards and the hospital staff stood at odds, neither side willing to back down.
"Well. You leave me no choice. Gentlemen! Take. Them. Out," With one powerful command, the guards put their hands on the unwanted guests, ready to throw them out.
"Okay. Okay,"
So finally they surrendered. As usual, a sight of satisfaction. However, they needed to learn how to surrender when they were supposed to.
"Take them out!" I ordered my people.
"Fine Marcus, just let us go in peace," The old man pleaded. His body is at the mercy of my guy "We will go. No need for this,"
"Well," I took a deep breath, my arms crossed on my chest, "I like this style better. And as for your.... hospital car," I took a look at it with a disgusted expression, "My guy will drive it to the gate. You will get it there,"
I turned around and the maids disappeared in a second, just wow.
Marcus! Marcus!" The old man screamed as I walked to my beautiful mansion. I mean, I was of a violent nature. A nature they badly wanted to get rid of.
I made a mistake once and I wouldn't make one again. With the old doctors, they wanted just money. Now I had more than that. Taking me to their stupid hospital would only make them more victorious and I just be a victim. I couldn't allow that. I could let that bastard, Alejandro take such a credit.
I walked towards my bedroom and there, another satisfying site. It was time to play with my little lamb. The sound of the shower releasing water made it clear that she was in the bathroom.
I lay on my bed for a while, smelling her scent. During the time that I stayed with her, I noticed she liked everything related to strawberries. Something that reminded me of her every time I saw the damn fruits.
And what the fuck was I doing here? Thinking of her while she's here? Fucking no way I'd do it when she's just near and mine. The thought of how she looked sent stitches to my already angry cock.
I took my clothes off and left them on the floor, now my body as I was born, except bigger and tanner. I slowly walked to the bathroom door and opened it as slowly as I could.
To my sight was a Camilla in a screen positioned at the far corner of the room. She was facing the wall, lost in the flow of water.
I leaned against the door frame and observed her. Her long dark hair was loose, swaying slightly with the motions of the water. I licked my lips unconsciously at the sight. She was so fucking juicy.
Part of her breast that wasn't hidden by her body had now caught my attention, rising and falling with every small movement.
Her booty was something else, with soft curves and a tight ass. Even without being able to see her naked, it felt like seeing her.
I slowly got inside and made sure to not make a sound. The shower screen didn't have a door. So I got near safely without her noticing a thing until my hand touched her shoulder.
She jumped violently and tried to move away before I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me with both my hands holding her hips firmly.
She gasped once more and her eyes grew large. Her breathing became violent. We're now having a staring competition. The only difference was, that I was fierce and she was nervous.
My one hand pulled from her waist and found its way to her clit. She blinked her eyes in surprise. My finger unexpectedly slid into her wetness making her gasp loudly. Her mouth fell open in shock.
Damn! She was too tight.