Chapter 6


    LORENZO


    It has been a few days since Verzi’sst seizure attack. And luckily this time, no one was killed because


    they saw him during his vulnerable time. Seeing him like that, helpless and very vulnerable, that always


    made my heart clench painfully. But what made me want to yank my hair out of my scalp was the fact


    that he was steel-headed by keeping everything that has happened to himself.


    All I wanted to do was share with him his pain. I had no idea of what our father did to him during the time


    he took him away from me. Before then, my brother and I were inseparables, we were the shadow of the


    other and shared everything. There were no secrets from us. But after that, Vernero was a whole new


    person. That was seen through things he did. It was safe to say there was something that happened,


    something that made him lose his mind.


    After hisst seizure, I had calmed him down by informing him that the Roberts had called. The Roberts


    turned out to be Leigh’s long time neighbors in Cyprus, who sadly had financial problems. ording to


    the investigation, they stayed in the same apartment building as Leigh and lived across her apartment.


    They had a house which was under construction but had no money toplete the building. Vemero


    and I blessed them with a heavy chunk and promised to finish building their house as long as they move


    out o f the apartment. 1


    The offer was too tempting to decline, especially when we hit them right where it hurts. They were cash


    strapped and we promised to take care of everything in regard to the construction of their house, and we


    s o happened to have the money!


    “Give them however much they need. As long as they vacate that apartment for you then I am all game!”


    Verzi had informed tly when we went through the n. And he was very right. Money wasn’t the


    problem, even if they asked for a fucking billion in exchange to the small cozy building, we would have


    agreed. So long as we are near her, then everything was merry and beautiful!


    Our men in Cyprus were keeping a safe eye on Leigh and everything that was going on around her. Now


    that we found her, we weren’t going to let her out of our sight..


    After hearing the pleasing news, we made a quick n and informed Valerie that she’d be taking a long


    trip to Cyprus. She was rather excited since she has been dying to who Leigh was. She knew her ce


    in our life and knew when to talk and when to keep quiet. She knew how much Leigh meant to us and I


    loved it that she never raised any questions regarding her.


    The reason we chose her to be our “assistant” was because she knew who she was, where she came


    from, and never has she tried to be more than she was. She attended to our “needs” without question


    and we gave her a home and a good paying job. When we had otherys, she knew how to handle and


    cater for them. Our rtionship with her was well more of a mutual understanding than bosses/employee


    rtionship. A give and take rtionship and she knew there can never be anything more than that.


    And that made her the very best option to keep close. We didn’t make love, she knew and understood


    that very well! There have been girls who came and left, some got killed because they wanted more than


    we could offer. Some of them were not pleased with the sharing; while some wanted to choose me over


    Vemero iming that he’s a maniac, some wanted both of us at the same time and that’s no how we


    rolled.


    We shared a woman yes. But not share as in do her all at ones. No! That part of us was kept save for the


    right woman. LEIGH-ARI MONTREAL! Only she had a right to have the two of us at once. As for the


    rest, Verzi owned their right side while I owned the left. And that was well known!


    It’s pretty fucked up yes, but that’s just who we are!


    LEIGH-ARI


    The day of my quarterly appointment arrived. I was anticipating this visit than the many I’ve heard before


    I felt like there was something I needed to remember. The nickname, that small name that was written on


    that small note, I swear I have heard that before. And I hated the fact that I didn’t know when or where I


    heard it.


    So I drove to Dr. Kiara, my neurologist who was helping me regain my memories, with high spirits. As


    soon as I entered the office, she read that I was really in a good mood.


    “Someone looks happy!” she observed with a smile. At 55, Kiara Maxwell was still as fresh as it gets.


    She was 5″4, a nice lean bust with a curvy bottom, a good smile and hair one could die for. She was a


    hybrid, Asian-European woman who was, hands-down an expert in her field. She was a renowned


    neurologist and well known doctors paid respect to her. She was such a big inspiration. 1


    “I sure am. It’s been a crazy quarter I tell you.” I replied smiling while walking towards her, we hugged


    lovingly and she ushered me to the loungers in her office. We conversed a bit until she said:


    “Let’s get to work shall we?” all this time, she had a smile on her face. That’s what I admired about her.


    She was so easy going and made it feel natural to be around her. But one shouldn’t mistake that as


    being weak. She handed you your shit on a te if you dared try to y funny with her.


    I followed her to the scan room already wearing the gowns, and quickly got into position. I rxed with m


    y back t against the table with my arms on my side. The sample table whirred as it wheeled until my


    upper body was under the bore. I breathed out softly and closed my eyes.


    “This ce looks like you.” Dr. Kiara called out from the control console, her voice booming around the


    speakers all around scan zone. I smiled because she was right; I have gotten to this routine that it


    actually felt as natural as breathing!


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    We worked in confortable silence and soon, I was wheeled from the bore and got up. After that, she we


    sat down and discussed the scans.


    “Your shearing injury was pretty bad girl. And I will always say, you are the luckiest that you had memory


    loss only and nothing more!” she mentioned with her eyes glued to the scan.


    “Yah I’ll say that also. Just that the headaches are too intense. Especially when I try to piece things


    together to remember something.” I replied studying the scan with her. Perks of being a doctor as well!


    “Your MRI doesn’t show any improvement. Which means it will take time to recover your memories. Don’t


    always try to remember something. That piecing together some clues causes the vessels around your


    Hippocampus to swell,pressing it even further. As a doctor, you should know that! You are lucky


    because your condition is temporary. You will regain your memories with time.” she gave me a mini


    scolding. My heart sank a bit when I heard that there was no improvement


    “I know Doc. I know. It’s just that, not remembering who you are or where youe from, that can rather


    b e annoying. Sometimes it feels as if I just existed like boof! No history of parents, or anything that links


    m e to my past. It’s rather lonely.” I ryed sadly. She patted my hand and smiled.


    “Ready for the biofeedback therapy?”Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    “Oh I love those. Always work like magic!” I cheered getting up from my chair. We left the Scan Control


    Console and walked to the therapy room. I got into position and rxed while she strapped me with the


    wires, readying me for heaven that came next.


    The electroencephalography gave a perfect measurement of my brain function, massaging it intimately


    and working its electric wonders on the swelling, while the electromyography worked on my muscles.


    After the recent crazy events, I needed these more than ever!