I shake my head. “No, I’m not. He watched while Frank fucked my mouth. He watched while Frank fucked my ass. All of it.”
Reaper leans forward, his elbows on his knees, and buries his face in his hands. His breathing is heavy, so I don’t say more. I give him a minute to process the information I just forced on him.
“Why did I think I was the only victim?” He asks, his voice slightly muffled against his palms.
“I was an easy target. Nobody was ever supposed to know about me. I don’t exist, so it didn’t matter. Maybe that’s why Padre watched with me. He felt safe. Had he done that with you, it could’ve gone differently.”
A weird grin appears on his face, as he chuckles like he’s laughing at his own joke.
“My girl killed him,” he says proudly.
I tilt my head at him in curiosity.
“He attacked her, or what happened?”
He bursts out into laughter, and looks happy as he thinks about it.
“It wasn’t funny at the time. She got hurt in the process, but she went after him, when she found out what he did to me. My crazy Bella, she killed that asshole.”
I sit staring at him with an arched brow, as I try to imagine, but I can’t. The information I received was that Bella Bonetti killed him, but I still can’t wrap my head around it. What kind of a woman does that?
“She charmed the guards into letting her into his house. There was a fight, and things happened that still make me fucking sick, but she killed him. She has a thing for killing fuckers that hurt people, especially children.”
My gaze snaps to his.
“She kills people?”
Pride beams on his face as he admits, “Oh yeah. She’s a fucking bonafide serial killer. My living dead girl is special.”
It kind of reminds me of Bianca’s friend Heather, but I don’t ask if this Bella woman has trauma like she does. It’s not my business, and I wouldn’t tell him private information about my girl either.
“We were prepared to hate you, but it’s hard to hate my face. I don’t know what the fuck happens now,” Reaper says, and it sounds like he’s talking to himself more than me, but I can’t help but laugh.
“Let’s get this fucking straight right now. I don’t have your face. You have mine.”
He shakes his head in disagreement.
“I was born at 12:01 am. Can you beat that?” I ask.
“Fuck,” he groans, “I was born after interrupting dinner. I’m still the goddamn youngest.”
“Why is my IUD special, Raven?”
He runs a hand through his hair as he enters the bedroom.
“That’s what we’re starting with?”
I sit up and scream at him.
“Yes! I want to fucking know. Is it faulty, so I get pregnant? I told you I don’t want a fucking baby. I cannot go through that again.”
Raven comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, staring at me with sadness in his eyes.
“I’m not trying to get you pregnant, Bianca. Do you not see how fucked up I am? The last thing this fucking world needs is another one of me.”
I can’t figure out what other reason would make it special.
“Then what is it?”
