Page 58 of Lunatic
He slams into me so hard, and the pain rips through me, just like our wedding night.
“After this, you die.”
I’m not sure what’s worse, him fucking me, the promise of my death, or the disgusting heavy breaths, mixed with grunts, in my ear.
“Fucking repulsive whore,” he groans as he comes inside me, and after everything I’ve been through, this is among the worst moments of my life.
“Bianca, it’s okay. Just answer the doctor,” Raven says, staring at me like he already knows the answer.
“Yes,” I say, my voice as broken as my soul is. Two years isn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things, but when you’re attacked every day, it’s like an eternity. Never ending. Every strike chipped away at the person I was, until I felt like a ghost walking among the living. One day I woke up and started praying for death. That day was when he killed our daughter, after assaulting me, and throwing me down a flight of metal stairs. I was told I was lucky to survive. I didn’t want to.
The doctor turns to Raven, and says, “I’ll give her a morning-after pill, but she may be fine anyway with your…”
She makes air quotes and continues “... special IUD.”
Glancing at Raven, he has a strange, anxious expression on his face. He clears his throat nervously.
“Can you give her something for pain?”
“Of course,” she says and hands him prescriptions.
“I will leave enough for a few days. If she still needs it, you can get these filled.”
She leaves as she says, “Call me if you need anything. Otherwise I’ll check in, in a few days.”
Raven nods his thanks, and comes over to me. Kissing me on the forehead, he speaks low.
“You need to take your medication and get some rest.”
He grabs the glass of water on the nightstand with the pills, and hands them to me.
I swallow them and hand him the glass. There’s one thing on my mind, and it’s not resting.
“Why is my IUD ‘special’?”
“Rest now. Talk later.”
I shake my head, refusing to give in.
“You’re keeping something from me. Something inside my body. I have the right to know what the hell it is.”
Taking my hand, he pulls it to his lips and kisses my skin softly.
“You need to rest. I need to talk to the Bonetti brothers. I promise we will talk when you get up, and I’ll tell you everything. You may not like it, but I’ll tell you regardless. Please sleep. I need you to take care of yourself. You think you need information, but rest is the most important thing right now.”
He walks away, not giving me a choice. I close my eyes, and let the darkness take me.
Fuck. I could strangle Victoria. She knows better than to say shit like that in front of Bianca. I want to kill her for the intentional slip up, but my girl seems comfortable with her. After what she went through in the asylum, doctors are a trigger for her, and I might not find another she’d be willing to see. This is what this woman does to me. Before Bianca, I would’ve killed the bitch without a second thought.
I walk into the living room, and find all the brothers sitting on the black sectional, talking amongst themselves. The chatter stops as soon as they see me. The sudden silence is deafening.
I grab the whiskey from the glass coffee table, and pour two fingers into an empty glass.
Sitting in the empty chair across from them, I take a pull from my drink.
“What do you want to know?” I ask after swallowing.
They share a glance, and Bones speaks first.
