Derick Cole
These fools really think they can keep her from me?
I leaned back in my leather chair, swirling a glass of expensive whiskey as a smug grin spread across my face. Laura Sterling ... no, Laura Cole .... still belonged to me. She was *mine*.
That weak, wheelchair-bound little b***h thought she could run to my brother and find safety? Pathetic.
Aaron always acted so superior. The “perfect” older brother. The successful lawyer. The billionaire. But I knew the truth. He’d get tired of playing hero with a broken toy soon enough. And when he did, Laura would come crawling back to me on her useless knees.
But first, I needed to make sure she stayed broken.
I picked up my phone and dialed the number. The doctor answered on the second ring.
“Dr. Ellis,” I said smoothly, my voice
