Page 45 of Bones

His three brothers don’t argue or hesitate, they immediately move to wait where he told them to.

“Where are you going?”

He chuckles and leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Nowhere, Butterfly. Even while I’m making him cry, my eyes will always be on you.”

Luca buttons up his jacket I’m wearing. “Where’s your dress?”

I’m afraid to give him too much information, I don’t want him to have detailed images in his mind, so I just say, “He wiped his face with it, and took it with him when he left. I don’t know what he did with it, but I don’t want it.”

He arches a brow and stares at me. “Why did he wipe his face on it, Butterfly?”

I shrug like I don’t know, but Luca doesn’t buy it. “Tell me.”

Shutting my eyes tight so I can’t see his expression, I tell him the truth, “I spit his cum in his face.”

He wraps his arms around me tightly, but I feel his clenched fists against my back. “You did good, wife. So good.”

It doesn’t feel good. None of this does. I’m glad he’s going to kill him so he can’t hurt other girls, while I don’t know about it, somehow I know there’s been others. Probably while I’ve been gone, for sure, but it doesn’t take any of it away. It won’t undo the damage, but at least I’ll know he won’t come after me again.

We sit quietly for what feels like hours, and we both perk up when we notice lights traveling across the windows.

“Do we need to-”

He presses his finger to my lips and whispers, “They know. My brothers don’t miss much. I need you to sit beside me.”

I nod silently and climb off his lap, and sit on the couch beside him.

Glancing at him, I see the violent smirk on his face, as he cracks his knuckles. The sound of the door echoes through the house, as do my father’s footsteps. Holding my hand over my mouth, I try to stay quiet, but my heart is pounding. I’m afraid for me, and terrified he has a gun, and will fire it at Luca and his brothers, quicker than my husband expects. He walks past the living room entry and then suddenly stops. His footsteps get closer as he stares at me with rage. He flips the light switch on the wall and spots Luca.

As I expected, he pulls out a gun and points it directly at me, and then moves it to my would be savior. “I guarantee you, her pussy is not worth all this trouble. I would know, I had her first.”

I can audibly hear Luca clenching his jaw, but he doesn’t move.

Two of his brothers come up behind my father and grab his arms, pulling them back, and a gunshot goes off, hitting the wall as my heart stops.

“Reaper, Psycho; bring him in.”

He drags his feet as they pull him, as if he knows who they are, and realizes how much trouble he is in. I try to draw a breath in as they bring him in front of us, and Luca barks, “That’s close enough. He doesn’t get within touching distance of my wife.”

Glaring at my father, he says, “On your knees.”

My father glares right back. “Fuck you, asshole.”

Reaper laughs, while Psycho winces and says, “Oh, that’s gonna cost you. He really hates being called an asshole.”

Psycho grins at Reaper and it’s not a smile, it’s sadistic, and he says, “Ready, lil bro? Let’s help the old man to his knees.”

I imagine they might hit him behind the knees, but they don’t. Moving in front of him, they kick his kneecaps hard, as he cries out in pain and falls to his knees, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud.

Luca takes my hand in his. “Butterfly, I’m going to ask you some questions, and I need you to know you’re safe. I will not be angry with you for your responses. I need to know the truth, so I can decide what to do with this man that calls himself your father. Can you do that for me? Answer my questions honestly?”

I nod, but don’t take my eyes off my father. It’s not because I want to look at him, I don’t, but watching him means he can’t catch me off guard, when he comes for me. He will come for me. Somehow he always does.

“When did he first touch you in a sexual manner?”

I swallow hard and admit, “Not long before my sixth birthday.”

He kisses my hand. “Good girl. How many times did he lock you in a cage?”

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