Page 21 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lance
This was a fucking nightmare. I knew that bitch was going to cause our demise and she had indeed. Patricia was a fucking whore, a whore too smart for her own good who’d ended her own life in some kind of misbegotten revenge.
But the thing was, it wasn’t an accident. She’d somehow convinced Kacey to get into the car with her, and the bitch had driven them off the bridge, purposefully crashing the car into the water. I ground my teeth at the evilness that ran in that witch’s veins.
But as I looked at our stepsister, my heart was filled with remorse. For whom, I don’t know. For Kacey, who was in critical condition, her form pale and motionless under the sheet. For me and my brother, who’d survived the death of Kathryn, only to have the incident repeated now. And even for Patricia, whose misplaced jealousy and hatred had fatal consequences.
Logan burst into the hospital room, his eyes wild, his suit askew. He immediately took in the situation and knelt at Kacey’s side, taking her lifeless hand in his big fist.
“Please baby,” he pleaded. “Please wake up. I’m so sorry I got you into this.”
How Patricia persuaded Kacey into the car, we’ll never know. But we were in for the shock of our lives.
“Are you Ms. Donagan’s next of kin?” a doctor asked, coming into the room.
“Yes, we’re her brothers,” I confirmed. “Our parents are currently unavailable, she has no one other than us right now. How is Kacey? Is she going to be okay?” I demanded. Logan growled, determined the rip the medical charts out of the doctor’s hands if necessary.
“Mister … I’m sorry, what was your name?” the doctor asked.
“I’m Lance Phillips and this is my twin Logan,” I said quickly. “Kacey is our sister. Now about our sister, is she going to be alright?” I rushed.
“Mr. Phillips,” said the doctor slowly, nodding at both of us. “Kacey will likely be fine … as will her baby.”
Hearing the words, both Logan and I fell back, stunned. Our sister was pregnant! With our baby, holy shit. And suddenly everything shifted, it was like shapes coming into clarity, colors becoming brighter, more vibrant. Because I realized that the most important thing in the world wasn’t Patricia’s evil revenge, grieving over Kathryn, or any fall-out from the imminent discovery of our pseudo-incestuous relationship. Instead, the rightful focus was our sister and the impending baby on the way … our son or daughter.
“Doctor,” I said roughly. “How long before Kacey wakes from the coma?”
The doctor looked at me strangely. “She’s not in a coma,” he replied. “She’s merely resting. The car crash and swim to safety exhausted her. We gave her fluids, but she’s fine,” assured the doctor.
Blood rushed back into my body and I swore to the heavens that I’d do my best by my sister and the child. I’d never been so grateful to hear such words.
“Thank you,” said Logan fervently. “We’ll take good care of her.”
“She’ll be under observation for a few more hours, but she should wake soon and you’ll be able to take her home,” said the doctor briskly. “Any more questions I can answer for you, Mr. Phillips?” he asked.
“No,” my brother and I said simultaneously. “Thank you for your service.”