Chapter 37
We walk through a mass of trees, and my panic reaches an all-time high with every fucking scream. Whoever it is doing this to her, she begs for relief, with the occasional apology.
“She has to be here somewhere,” Reaper says, and I nod.
I stop in my tracks when I finally see her, tied to a fucking tree, while a man stands in front of her with a tree branch he uses to whip her relentlessly.
“Get the fuck away from my girl,” I shout, making my presence known, my voice booming and echoing.
The motherfucker turns to me as I move quicker.
“Your girl? I don’t think so, pal. This bitch is my wife.”
My scalpel is in my pocket as it always is, but I don’t take it out yet, because I don’t want to further risk her safety, until I get close enough to do something. He’s still a good thirty feet away from me.
“This is how you treat your wife? You’re a piece of shit. You sold her. The day you laid your hands on her for the first time, you lost the right to call her yours.”
As I get within striking distance, he takes the branch and hits her collarbone with it. Bianca screams in agony. All I see is fucking red.
Reaper says to me, “Get your girl down. I’ll get this fucker for you.”
Without taking my eyes off Bianca, I say, “Don’t kill him.”
He chuckles. “Not a chance. I want to watch you skin him alive.”
I step in front of Bianca; her face is covered with dry, as well as fresh, tears. There’s a purple bruise on her cheekbone, and a cut at the top of her head, just below her hairline.
“I’m here, baby. Let’s get you down.”
“Ra-raven,” she cries, and it fucking guts me.
Walking to the other side of the tree, I untie the rope, and am relieved when I spot Bones catching her, before she falls.
“Tie him to the tree,” I tell Reaper, who currently has the asshole in a chokehold on the ground.
Rushing over to Bianca, I pull her into my arms, and she stares at me with a shocked expression.
“You came for me,” she says with pure disbelief.
“Fucking crazy girl, I will always come for you. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. You are mine, and anybody who even thinks about hurting you, dies. Tell me, baby. Who is this fucker I’m killing today?”
I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I want to hear it from her.
“Sullivan,” she says, with so much pain in her eyes, and it only makes my fury intensify.
“Your dead husband, Sullivan?”
All four of the Bonetti brothers stand staring at us with arched eyebrows.
Bianca nods. “Yes. Clearly not dead, but yes, that’s him.”
I scoop her up and set her on the grass carefully.
“Are you seriously injured? Do I have time to deal with this, or do you need to go to the hospital?”
Her eyes widen, as she shakes her head fearfully.
“No doctors. Unless it’s Victoria.”
Sullivan screams from the tree.
“Let me down. I’m going to fucking kill every one of you.”
“That’s going to be hard to do without the use of your hands,” I say, as I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Victoria.
“I need you here to take a look at Bianca. She’s injured.”
“From the IUD?” She asks.
Rolling my eyes like she can see me, I say, “No. She was attacked. Bones will send you the location.”
I hang up, and spot him staring at me with a questioning expression.
“Send your location to Victoria.”
He and Psycho exchange glances, as if they have some sort of a telepathic connection, but Bones retrieves his phone from his pocket and does as I ask.
Reaper stands near Sullivan, and I can nearly see the itch he has to kill him.
Rumor is he ends lives because of some kind of an uncontrollable urge.
It isn’t necessarily because someone has earned their death.
I suppose we’re different in that way. Does it matter the reason, though? A killer is a killer.
I grab my scalpel from my pocket, and immediately have Reaper’s attention. He tilts his head and stares at the blade in my hand. I can nearly see him salivating.
“Wanna hold his head still?”
From behind me, I hear Bianca gasp.
“What the hell? He looks like you.”
I turn to her with a laugh.
“I’ll explain later. It’s a long story.”
Glancing at Bones, I say, “As is the fucking Bonetti brothers’ attempt to kill us, by crashing into us.”
As I move closer to Sullivan, and get ready to cut him, Psycho appears beside me, with the same expression his brother had only minutes ago.
“You should probably know we didn’t crash into you. This asshole did. We were following you, and watched the entire thing. If we wanted you fucking dead, you would be. We don’t make fucking mistakes.”
“Reaper, hold his hair back. I need access to his hairline.”
He moves his hair, holding one hand on his head, and the other under his jaw, as Sullivan cries out pathetically.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Tilting my head at him, I grin, “I’m going to skin you alive.”
He tries like hell to move his arms and legs, as he trembles with fear.
I don’t always tell them what I’m going to do before I start, but I want him to feel the terror she felt for the last two fucking years.
Getting her locked up in an asylum, for a murder she obviously did not commit, is just an extra level of disgusting.
She really isn’t a lunatic. Bianca survived it all, and it makes me even more attracted to her. Many people would’ve crumbled from what she has been through, but not her. She’s stronger than she realizes.
“Bianca, turn around if you don’t want to see this.”
Her voice comes out, showing me every ounce of strength she has.
“I want to see it. I want to hear every scream. I want to see the tears of agony fall from his evil eyes. I want to watch him fucking die. My only regret is that I didn’t kill him when they said I did.”