My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 9


Marcus sat on the floor panting. He’d lost his temper at the mention of his sister’s deceased boyfriend and things quickly spiraled out of control. For the third time since he regained control of himself, he reached over and placed a hand on his sister’s chest, heaving a sigh of relief to discover she was still breathing. He looked around the room, noting it needed to be cleaned before the doctor was summoned, which had to be soon if Kelly’s hands were going to heal right.

Though Marcus loved the sight of his sister in pain, even he had to admit that slamming her already damaged fingers repeatedly in the closet door was cruel. Strangling her into unconsciousness, then slapping and dumping cold water over her until she woke up was also over the line. Not to mention beating her until his own hands were too bruised to hit any more.

He looked at his bruised and bloody knuckles, hands trembling as he reached over again and checked one more to make sure Kelly was breathing. His twin opened her eyes, though they were dilated and could not seem to focus on anything as they darted about the room. She tried to move her leg and winced, letting out a choked, mewling noise that reminded Marcus acutely of the snapping and cracking sounds when she tried to scurry away from him and he stomped on her knee.

Leaning over and closing his eyes, Marcus pressed his ear between her breasts and listened to the sound of his sister’s labored breathing and heartbeat as tears began to fall. “What are you doing to me?” he demanded quietly

He closed his eyes and leaned over, pressing his ear between her breasts and listening to the sound of her labored breathing and heartbeat as the tears began to fall. “What are you doing to me?” he demanded as Kelly’s bloody hand flopped against the top of his head and lay there. He liked to think it was meant to be comforting, rather than a pitiful attempt to push him away.

With a little effort, Marcus managed to control himself and pulled away from his sister, the hand on his head falling to the floor. He blinked away the tears and gathered his twin into his arms, carefully laying her trembling form on the bed in a way that seemed comfortable and covered her to keep her warm. Her eyes continued to dart around the room, unable to fix on anything in particular, until she finally shut them and slipped back into unconsciousness.

Marcus stroked back her dark hair and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead before he left the room and summoned two of the most faithful servants to clean up his mess and went to call the doctor. The temporary room was immaculate, except for the broken and beaten woman in the middle of the bed, by the time the doctor arrived.

As soon as he saw Kelly, he wanted her transferred to a hospital immediately, which Marcus refused to allow as he hovered over the man’s shoulder. He told him that anything he needed from a hospital could be brought to the house and it would be better quality, too. The man persisted, and even promises of donations no longer seemed to quell the protests. Fortunately, Marcus had his detectives look into the doctor after the first visit.

After alluding that certain parties might find out about some illegal dealings should he continue to object the doctor went to work in silence, only speaking to the servant that Marcus had assigned to procure any equipment he needed for Kelly’s care. The servant, and the other two Marcus had gathered to clean the room, would be going to Bermuda after the doctor departed.

Marcus sighed, his father was going to wonder why so many of the servants has left employment in his absence. He made a note to himself to have the head of staff begin hiring for those empty positions.

Leaving specific instructions that he was to be called if the doctor did anything suspicious, Marcus left the room with a last glance at his sister. He needed to create a cover story about some sort of accident. It would be impossible to hide his twin away for more than a month without questions from his father and her friends becoming all too nosey.

He decided a car accident would be the best choice. Kelly only got her license a few months ago and if she flipped the corvette convertible their father gave her, it would surely have given her damage enough to explain all the injuries at first glance. Marcus would just have to make sure no one gave a second glance to realize the marks on her neck were from hands and not a seatbelt.

Of course, there was the matter of having told her friends that she was in Europe with their father, Marcus realized after he got off the phone with a driver willing to total the car in a believable fashion. He could tell them she came home early, and there was no reason they should look into the matter further or talk to his father.

Marcus let out a heavy sigh. It was getting difficult to keep all the lies straight, and forging accident paperwork and having it submitted into legal records was going to be expensive. Combined with the amount of money he used to bribe the staff the past few days, his father was going to notice the massive withdrawal and ask questions. He had to think of a reason for the old man in addiction to all the other problems he needed to solve. Which mean the was not at all in a good mood when Liara showed up again.

The servant came to inform him that the doctor was working on setting some bones and casting them, when another servant arrived to tell him of Liara’s arrival and vehement demand to see him. There was an urge to simply send her away, but he wanted to find out if she discovered his lie about Kelly’s whereabouts.

Marcus let the woman wait in one of the libraries and went to check on Kelly. He looked in the room and watched the doctor prod at her knee. His sister’s hands were bandaged, a splint on almost every finger, and gauze were wrapped around her forehead. She looked almost peaceful as she lay there with the doctor rapidly working on her injuries.

Pushing out of the room, Marcus felt minutely better as he walked down to deal with Liara. As he entered the room, the woman leapt to her feet in a show of anger an agitation that set him on edge. “Stay away from Jasmine,” Liara snapped before he could even greet her, which was not at all the accusation he expected.

“What do you mean?” Marcus asked, waving for her to sit down as he took a seat on the chair across from where she had been sitting. It was not going to be the conversation he feared, but it would be one that annoyed him far more. He could just feel it.

“You know bloody well what I mean!” Liara yelled, waving her hands and not sitting down again. “You used her last night!”

“Did she say that?” Marcus asked.

“She didn’t have to. What kind of man fucks someone he’s only just met. In a public place!” Liara continued, her voice seeming to rise in intensity. “Someone could have seen the two of you! She might have been labeled as a slut for life!”

Marcus gave his best evil grin. “She didn’t seem to have any complaints.”

“Fuck you,” Liara snarled.

“Sure. Maybe Jasmine can join us.”

Liara’s jaw dropped at that and she merely stared at him in silence for a moment. “I’ll tell your father what you’re doing,” she said finally, her voice dropping back to a normal decibel. “I can’t imagine he’d like his name being dragged through the muck and places you seem to go.”

In his mind, a cold laugher echoed that she had no idea of the depths of his depravity or that his father would be proud of what he did to Jasmine last night and only a little disappointed it was only one girl he did it to. However, Marcus had quite enough of the conversation with this annoying woman that seemed to still know nothing about the fate of her friend. He wanted to go back upstairs and be with Kelly.

“Stay out of my affairs. You have a husband and child to worry about,” Marcus said coolly, looking at his nails distractedly.

“Are you threatening me?” Liara asked as she jerked in surprise.

“Picked up on that? You’re more intelligent than I gave you credit for,” he said as he looked up at her and gave a vicious little smile, rising from the chair and shrugging his shoulders. “I have things I need to do. Was that all you had to say to me?”

His dismissive attitude clearly flustered the woman. He turned to leave and was almost to the door when she spat after him: “Where the hell is Kelly? Is she really in Europe, you bastard?”

The businesslike way of dealing with the accusation would be to ask where else his sister would be and to leave Liara wondering, but as of late Marcus found his temper ruling his better judgment.

“Get the hell out of my house,” he said in a low and dangerous voice, glancing menacingly over his shoulder and meeting her eyes. “Get out!”

Liara actually ran.



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