The Devil's Cure: Sinful Bliss

Found You

         “Looks like you're almost back in track.” Trevor pulled Faust’s slacks down, covering the long ugly scar which ran from his knees to his forelegs, after checking his responses. There was a glint in Faust’s eyes when he looked up to him and he knew what he was thinking. “No, I don’t mean in the racing game Boss,” Trevor said before he put back his medical tools in his drawer.

         “I was just about to say that,” Faust said bored as he stood from the bed.

         “You can dream on.” Trevor chuckled as he pushed the wheelchair next to him and helped him sit before he went back to his table.

         “Or I can have your fingers,” Faust said in a serious tone that made him stop writing his diagnosis. Did he joked at him on a bad time, he thought before he swirled his chair and looked back at this man whom he owned his whole career and even his life to.

         “Then you’d lose the best surgeon in the country if you do that. Such a waste of investment, don’t you think?” He challenged him. 

         “I can always invest in someone else.” Faust retorted as he rolled his wheelchair towards the cabinet where Trevor’s achievements and recognitions were displayed. He sounded cool and even joking but no one would know what’s really going on in his mind. 

         “Indeed.” Trevor could only agree. He signed and didn’t push through. It’s true. Faust had all the means to do that. He made him who he is today and he could also take it away from him in a snap of a finger. He wouldn’t want it to be his finger. Though his time with him gave him a wider understanding of this eccentric man, he would never bet his life to betray him. He was a good friend a great benefactor but he never trusted anyone. He was one of the youngest kids who came from the same syndicate owned orphanage he escaped from before. When Faust hit it big, he went back and crushed that syndicate, took over the orphanages and gave them a better life. For his enemies, Faust was the devil but for him, he’s his hero. 

         He snapped from the thought, took the folder on his table and handed it to Faust. “Here’s the report on the kid that Connor asked me to prepare. I assume he's your racer?”

         “He’s a new recruit. Greg brought him in. He vouched for him. Said he needed cash. Could say he was good but still lack experience.”

         “Well I don’t know why you’re still after him, he’s done for now. The kid messed up his leg and has to be operated. His sister still needs time to come up with the sum he needed for the operation.”

         Faust didn’t reply, instead, he opened the folder and checked the contents. His brows furrowed when he saw the name of the guardian written on his medical form. 

         “Sierra Lawrice Roman.” It’s a common surname. 

         “Yes, Sierra is his elder sister. They’re orphans so she’s left to take care of his younger brother. She works in a BPO company. I heard that they’re in a neck-deep money problem. It made sense why the boy joined the races.”

          “You sure know a lot of things about them eh, Trevor?”

          “Just heard the nurses talking. I couldn’t blame them if they got interested, boy she’s a head-turner.” Trevor smiled. 

          Well, it's possible that’s not all she is. “You’ve seen her?”

          “Yeah, actually she should be here around this time.” Trevor gazed at his wristwatch. “Yep. She usually checks on her brother after or before her shift.”

          “Then I won’t have a hard time finding her.”

          “Finding her?” Trevor gulped when he saw interest in Faust’s face. f**k. It looks like he talked too much and now his boss wants to see her too.

            Faust didn’t answer. He closed the folder after typing in Sierra’s contact number and home address on his phone. “Let’s go. I want to meet her now.” 

            Trevor sighed. Oh damn. He didn’t even get the chance to approach her yet now he had to back down. There’s no way he could match Faust’s charms when it comes to women, even with his current limping state.

            He stood and pushed his wheelchair out of his office and towards Joshua’s room. His bodyguard followed right behind them with his cane. 

           When they’re almost there, the door opened and a police officer came out followed by a nurse.

           “Boss.” Trevor stopped pushing. Faust felt him stiffen.

           “It’s ok.” He assured him. 

           “I’ll just come back once he’s feeling better, ” the police officer said.

           “Ah, Yes. I’ll tell his guardian you came by today.”

           “Thank you.” He said before he turned towards them. He smiled when he saw Faust before he approached them.

            “Mr. Frettelli.”

            “Michael.” Faust nodded at him. “You checking on the kid?” He asked as Trevor pushed his wheelchair again.

            “Just doing a follow-up investigation. The higher-ups wanted to know who’s behind the race the kid was part of.”

            “Did they caught on?”

            “No. Said it was just a local street race. But better take caution, they won’t let it go too soon, boss.” Michael whispered the last word. 

            “I will. Thanks, Michael. Trevor, I’ll be going too. Send me the bill for today’s session.”

            “I’ll send you off.”

            Michael nodded at them but didn’t follow them to the elevator. 

            “What do you plan to do to the kid? The police could use him as a witness.”

            “I already have a plan in mind.”

            “Of course.” What was he even worried about this is Faust his talking to. 

            “Too bad I didn’t get to meet his sister.” Faust looked at him as he spoke. It looks like Trevor took a fancy at this Sierra. Well if she proved to be the racer he was looking for, then he’ll have to forget about his feelings for her. He had a strict rule of no dating between members of the organization, especially between his top personnel.

            “Yeah,” Trevor said half-heartedly. 

            The elevator’s door opened and they heard someone shout ‘wait’. Faust wouldn’t have given her a look if he didn’t see how Trevor’s eyes widened in recognition. He looked to who was calling and saw a woman in a gray shirt and baggy pants. She called out for them to let the elevator door open again while she ran towards them.

            “Is she that kid’s sister?” He asked Trevor. 

            “Y-Yes. That’s her.”

            Right before the door closed, he ordered his bodyguard to keep it open. But when it did, Sierra came bolting in falling out of balance towards Faust. 

            He was fast enough to catch her by the shoulders before her face hit his. Her cinnamon and vanilla scent reached his nose and he felt himself warming up. With her eyes shut tight and her hair in a ponytail, he was able to take a glimpse of how breathtakingly beautiful she is. Trevor was right to say she really is a head-turner.

            She suddenly opened her eyes and he hadn’t prepared himself with how green they were. Looking at her deep ocean green eyes made him feel like he could drown in it.

           He saw her gape at him as well and he was amused at how heat crawled across her face giving color to her unusually pale white skin as his eyes traveled to her nose and lingered to her red luscious lips. 

          Faust was tempted to taste her but the sound of someone clearing his throat cleared up his mind too. He gently pushed her away from him. 

          “You should be more careful, Miss.”

          She caught back her footing and bowed her head at them as she said ‘I’m sorry’ before she turned her back.

           In a short time, Faust studied her from behind. 

           She looked fragile. Too fragile to be the racer he was looking for. She isn’t tall either but even with loose clothes, he could tell that she had a small waist and a hot figure. Her skin looked flawless and silky, his fingers itched to touch her. 

          Before he could do that though, the doors opened and she bolted out leaving Faust looking at her back. I’ll see you again. Soon, he promised. She must have felt him staring so she looked back at him and their gazes locked.

          There’s something in her eyes, something familiar, he thought when the door finally closed. 

          A flash of memory hit him. 

          It’s her! But... no. That can't be! The woman from his past already looked like Sierra’s age when she saved him and Connor before. They were just twelve and fifteen years old then. She can’t be her.

          “Boss we’re here.” It was Trevor. 

          “Ah yes. Thank you.” His bodyguard handed him his cane and he walked out leaving Trevor inside looking defeated. He must have noticed how he spaced out while thinking of Sierra. 

          “You okay, Trevor?”

          “Y-yes, boss.” He put up a smile. He knew what’s best for him. With what he witnessed earlier, it’s better to just forget about her.

           Poor kid but I have to know her, Faust thought as he rode his limo. Even if she was the racer or not, he’s out to know more about her and why she’s a spitting image of his savior.

           Before they went out of the parking, a familiar yellow Camaro went past them. Then he saw her. It was Sierra driving that other car from last night’s race. 

           “Found you.”