“We won’t be far, but I’ll give you some privacy.”
Once he’s out of earshot, I stare at the man I vowed to love for the rest of my life. I made promises that were washed away on our wedding night. He was never my happily ever after. I knew that with the first swing of his fist, but I was stuck. Sullivan controlled everything in my life, including finances. We were wealthy, yet I was poor.
“Why?”
“I didn’t have a choice. I have already told you that.”
I shake my head with irritation.
“No! Why did you hurt me the way you did? It was near constant, and I want to know why!”
He closes his eyes, and balls his hands into fists before he opens them again, and I see a much more familiar version of the man I married.
“Because I could. You pissed me off, every day. Nobody tells me no, Bianca. You weren’t a loving wife. Do you know who I am? I deserved more.”
I’ve always said the worst thing for Sullivan was the success he found in the operating room. He is a gifted surgeon, but cocky. They treat him like he’s a god at the hospital, and he expects everyone to fall to their knees for him. It’s truly narcissistic.
“You cannot beat your wife into submission, and expect her to feel anything for you other than hatred.”
His green eyes darken as he clenches hisjaw.
“After I’m dead, you’ll never get a cent. You’ll go back to being the pathetic trailer trash you’ve always been. My only regret is I didn’t fucking kill you when I had the chance. I did kill your baby, though. At least that’s something.”
I jump for him, drawing my arm back and then forward, landing my fist in his stomach while yelling.
“Ourbaby, you sick son of a bitch! She was our fucking baby, and you killed her.”
The tears fall from my eyes, making it hard to see, but I keep punching him. I hit his face, and his stomach repeatedly, until strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me away.
Raven presses his lips to my ear, “Shh baby, I’ve got this now.”
Iheard her screaming at him about the death of a baby, her baby. I’m a monster, and even I think killing your own child is reprehensible. Had he never hurt Bianca otherwise, I’d kill him for that fact alone. Child abusers and baby killers piss me off. My own issues are probably the reason for that, but I prefer not to think about it.
“I need you to be a good girl, and stay sitting until the doctor gives you a clean bill of health. Can you do that for me?”
She nods, and I wipe her tears away with the pad of my thumb.
“I promise you, he will suffer.”
Walking back over to Sullivan, he doesn’t look so tough now. The vile words he spoke to Bianca only moments ago are no more.
“Nothing else to say?” I ask, as Reaper and Psycho come up on either side of me. According to my father, the oldest Bonetti son enjoys blood, while the youngest, my apparent clone, prefers a silent kill. I’ve spent a great deal of time considering the reason a killer uses the method he does. Is it childhood trauma? An early memory of seeing someone die in the same manner? I’ve never come to a solid conclusion, but I’ve also refused psychiatric care. Why would I need therapy, if I don’t want to change?
Reaper pinches the exposed bloody tissue again, and a scream rings out instantly.
“He asked you a question. Stop being a little bitch, and answer him.”
His eyes go to Bianca, not us, and he spits more bullshit at her.
“I’m guessing you’re fucking this guy. Do you think he’s going to treat you better than I did? He’s a fucking killer, Bianca? What is it with you? All you ever do is put yourself in a worse situation.”
I grab the bottom of his jaw and yank down forcefully, causing him to scream and, before he realizes what I’m doing, swipe the scalpel over his tongue. Blood pours from his mouth, as he cries out with a gut wrenching scream.
“That’s the last time you speak to my girl.”
I start whistling, as I continue slowly cutting and peeling his skin down. From behind me Bones groans. “He fucking whistles while he kills. Fantastic.”
Reaper leans in with a chuckle. “That’s a family trait.”
