Page 52 of Lunatic
It’s a little fucking weird having my clone walk beside me. We really could be twins. Obviously, we both favor our father. The only real obvious difference is that I’m a little taller than he is, and my face is shaved clean, whereas he has a short beard and mustache.
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 eventhinks 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.”
