Page 50 of Bones

He carries me into the house and upstairs to the bedroom, and after sitting me on the bed, he narrows his gaze at me. “Stay. I’m getting you a bathrobe. The doctor will be here any minute, and I don’t want him to see my wife naked.”

“He?” I panic slightly as Luca heads to the bathroom. Bringing me the white fluffy robe, I remove his jacket and put it on, and repeat myself, “He?”

Sitting on the bed while I get changed, I can tell he’s intentionally not allowing himself to gaze at my naked body, and I wonder if that’s how it will be now. Finding out your wife sucked her father’s dick is likely not fun. Am I bitter? Maybe a little. Underneath the fact that I never wanted him to touch me that way, lies the embarrassment. Pure humiliation. I wanted someone to save me, but not my husband. How will he ever look at me with anything other than disgust again? It’s going to be like William all over again. Luca will look at me like I’m dirty. Unwashable. Eventually he’ll stop trying to look at me at all. Will he stay married to me, even though he can’t bear to touch me? Or will he throw me away like the trash I am? He may not be a good man, but a man like Luca Bonetti has women throwing themselves at his feet. I’ve not witnessed it, but I know it’s true. He is many things, but hard to look at is not one of them.

Luca keeps his eyes on mine as I change, and I sit on the bed once I have the belt done up. With a sigh, he explains, “I’m sure a woman in your situation would prefer a female doctor. I promise I’ll secure awoman for you to see regularly, but you cannot wait, Butterfly. I need to make sure you’re okay. Doc Johnson is my personal doctor. He has a practice in Las Vegas, and I called him when I realized your father took you,” he grits his teeth, “against your will. He flew out immediately. Please don’t fight me on this.”

With a nod, I take a deep breath. “Okay, but can you stay in the room? I don’t want to be alone with him. You don’t have to look at me, just make sure he doesn’t hurt me.”

“I don’t have to look at you? What the fuck does that mean?”

Luckily we are interrupted by a knock at the door, and I’m not forced to answer that question.

“Come in,” Luca growls, clearly irritated with me.

The older gentleman, with white hair and matching bushy eyebrows, enters the room and shakes Luca’s hand. “Mr. Bonetti. Good to see you again, sir.”

He smiles at me softly. “This must be the Mrs. Bonetti I’ve heard so much about.”

My eyes dart between the two of them, and Luca instructs the doctor, “This is my wife. You’ll be allowed to see what you need to, no more. She is not for your viewing pleasure. Tread carefully, Doc.”

I would roll my eyes if it didn’t hurt so much as the last time I did that. He’s ridiculous.

“Understood. Shall we get started?”

He pulls a light out of his pocket. “Follow the light with your eyes please.”

I do and he says, “Good. Now these bruises on your face, can you tell me how they happened?”

When I look at him with a confused expression, he clarifies, “What were you hit with?”

“My face? He hit me with his hand and his fist.”

I try to ignore Luca’s clenching fists, and focus on the doctor.

“Did he hit you somewhere else with something else?”

Before I can respond, my husband barks, “All over her upper body with a fucking whip.”

The doctor arches an eyebrow. “May I take a look? I want to be sure there are no open wounds that may become infected.”

Glancing at Luca, he nods his head, with a clenched jaw, and I lower the bathrobe, exposing my breasts to a man I’ve never met before. To his credit, he looks quickly and asks, “Any on the back?”

Turning around, I show him my back as well.

“Thank you, you may put the robe back on, young lady.”

After I secure it, I rotate on the bed again until I am facing him.

“Did he penetrate you?”

I shake my head no. “Not there, no. Just my mouth.”

He scratches his head and looks at Luca. “This man should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, Mr. Bonetti, but knowing you there are no bones left to prosecute. She’s going to be fine, physically speaking. The wounds are all superficial. I will give her medication for the next few days to help with the pain, but she shouldn’t need it longer than that. What she does need is someone to talk to. I will give you the names of a few female therapists skilled in dealing with this type of trauma. It’s crucial that you deal with not only the physical, but the emotional effects, of this kind of abuse.”

Luca nods. “I assure you, I will schedule something tomorrow.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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