Bones (Bonetti Brothers #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

BONES

“Take his clothing off.”

All three of my brothers groan. “Come on,” Psycho complains.

I narrow my gaze at him. “He needs to be castrated.”

Glancing at my wife, I ask, “If you want to get revenge, now would be the time.”

She shakes her head, but I can see the obvious interest in her eyes.

“It’s up to you, but my brothers will hold his arms behind his back while he screams. He will never touch you.”

Athena nods her head. “Okay. I’ll try.”

When I say my wife is fucking gorgeous, I mean it. No woman should look as beautiful as she does, even with the swelling on her face, a black eye, and a purple bruise on her cheekbone.

Psycho hands me the bolt cutters and I take them. He and Reaper grab his arms, and pull back as he screams in pain.

“Stand on his legs.”

Both of my brothers put a foot on the back of his calves, holding him in place.

“Kage, pull his pants down.”

He groans, “Fucking hell,” but he does as I asked and pops the button open, and yanks his pants down, exposing his little dick.

I show Athena the bolt cutters and motion her over to me. She rises off the couch and walks over to me slowly, nervously.

“You just need to open them, put them on his little dick or balls, whichever you prefer, then close them and they will cut through the skin.”

The truth is I’ve never done this, but I’m sure if they can cut through a bolt, they’ll be able to cut through skin. And it doesn’t matter if she actually detaches it. It’s about the pain, he’s not going to be alive to use his pathetic dick anyway.

She takes the bolt cutters in her shaky hands.

“Butterfly, are you okay? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Her lashes flutter as her gaze lifts to mine. “I’ve been dreaming about something like this since I was a girl. I want this. No, I need this.”

My wife is sexy as hell, but I’ve never seen her sexier than she is right now. Athena looks like a fucking vengeful goddess as she holds the bolt cutters in her hand, and her lips pull into a slight smile.

She glares at her father. “Every time you made me open my mouth for you, you destroyed a part of me. When you put your little dick inside me, where it never belonged, you took even more. You caged me like an animal. Denied me the opportunity for an education. Now you’ll pay the price for doing those things to me with your life, but not before you suffer incredible pain. My husband is a real man, unlike you, and he will make sure your agony is great.”

My wife smiles at her abuser with the biggest smile I’ve seen on her face. “This is going to hurt.”

I nod to my brother. “Hold his head back, and make him look at her.”

Psycho grabs the back of his head and forces it back. He stares at my wife with wide eyes, and a tear runs down his cheek as he trembles.

Reaper puts his fingers on his eyelids and pulls up. “Keep your eyes open while she cuts your tiny dick off. If you close them, I’ll cut them out. I have a thing for eyes.”

I shake my head, because my little brother gives me a headache sometimes, even though his words were truthful, and I have no doubt he will cut the man’s eyes out if he doesn’t comply.

Athena holds the open bolt cutters and wedges them around his dick. “Wow, this wouldn’t work if you had a big dick. ”

I smirk at her. “Remember that, Butterfly.”

“I just squeeze the handles together?”

I’m careful not to touch her because I don’t want to spook her, causing her to get hurt, but fuck, I want to.

“Yes, squeeze it as tight as you can. Oh and expect blood.”

How much blood I don’t really know, but there’s got to be some. I have never in my life cut off a man’s junk. Ever. Normally I break bones, slice the occasional throat, but never this. Yet, nothing seems more fitting than this right here.

Athena squeezes, and lets out an evil laugh as he screams. It’s a sound I’ve never in my life heard, and I’m quite used to the sounds of pain. Any man ever kicked in the nuts can verify how bad it hurts, and I have no doubt that it’s pure agony. Watching my brothers wince as she does it causes me to laugh louder than I mean to.

Blood squirts from his dickless body, and Athena stares with a fascinated expression. “His dick fell off.”

I take the tool from her hand. “You did so well, Butterfly. Go sit on the couch. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Hold on, Luca. Don’t rush me.”

Glancing at her, I’m confused when she asks, “Does anybody have a glove?”

Reaper pulls a glove out of his back pocket and hands it to her. She puts it on her right hand and glances at me. “His disgusting penis has touched my skin for the last time.”

I watch her with curiosity as she bends down and picks up the severed member, and stands in front of him. “Open wide, Princess.”

He shakes his head no, but when my brother pulls out his knife and digs the tip into his eye, he opens his mouth to scream, and my wife shoves his dick into his mouth. I don’t have a weak stomach, but listening to him gag on his own dick is a little gross.

“Tape?”

Psycho says, “Oh, I saw some in the bag. ”

Since he’s still holding his head, so he’s forced to look at my wife while she literally destroys his manhood, Kage goes into the bag and grabs the duct tape. He tears a piece off and hands it to Athena, who promptly takes it and tapes his mouth shut.

Jesus Christ, this woman is fucking incredible. My wife is a natural born killer.

She gazes at me sweetly, and it takes everything in me to not slam my lips to hers. I want to, fucking desperately, but after what she’s been through, I don’t. I’m generally a selfish bastard that takes what I want, when I want it, but this is my wife, the mother of my future children, and the more I’ve learned about her life before me, the more I realize she probably isn’t okay. A daughter of a friend of my father’s was trafficked years ago, and treated a lot like Athena was. After years of abuse, she was rescued. She spent three years in and out of psychiatric facilities, before she ultimately took her own life. I’m terrified of something like that happening with my wife. Right now she’s putting on a brave face, and showing nothing but strength, but I fear when she’s alone, the demons will haunt her.

I watch Athena move to the couch and take a seat, before turning my attention back to her father.

Glaring at him, I smile. “You’ll forgive us if we are taking too long to decide how to kill you. We’re all brothers, but tend to kill differently. Psycho here would love nothing more than to slash your throat, and watch the blood pour from you. Reaper would choke you, but then you’re already choking on your own dick, aren’t you? I would break your bones, and Kage? Well, he would lock you in a cage, and leave you until you starve to death. So you see, there are a lot of options.”

Tipping his head back, he takes all of our options away, but it’s fitting. He attempts to cough as the dick appears to lodge in his throat, cutting off his air supply, and his face turns red while he visibly freaks out from the lack of air. He tries to move, but with my brothers holding him in place, he can’t. I glance at my watch, because I wonder how long it takes someone to choke to death on their own cock. My eyes move from him to my watch, as I wait for my answer. Seven minutes and eight seconds.

I would have preferred to cause him more pain, but this works, because the very thing he used to torment my wife is how he died.

My brothers drop his body to the floor, and I watch as Athena gets up and walks out of the room.

I have no idea where she’s going. Could she have something she wants here? I don’t know if this is her childhood home. I follow behind her, but at a distance, because I want to see what she’s doing. She takes the first few steps up to the attic, so I calmly say her name, “Athena.”

Continuing to follow her, I don’t understand why the hell she’d want to go back up there for anything.

When I make it to the top and step into the attic, I find her kneeling in front of her metal nightmare. Her breathing is heavy and audible, as I step closer to her and kneel beside her.

“I don’t like to be kept in a cage,” she whispers, and I think it’s more to herself than to me. Stroking her hair, I tell her, “I know, Butterfly and that’s over now. Never again.”

A tear rolls down her cheek while she runs her fingers down the cage. “I don’t know what to do with my life now. At twenty-four, I should know.”

My arms ache to hold her, but I hold myself back. “Whatever you want to do. As long as your plans involve me, there are no limits.”

She laughs, but it’s not genuine, it’s bitter. “It’s not so simple, Luca. I can’t even order food in a restaurant, because I can’t read the menu. And you want me to have your children? Don’t you think they deserve better than this?”

I lose all the fight I had in me to do the right thing, and not touch her much without her wanting it. I’m a selfish bastard, so I pull her into my arms. “You deserved better than this, wife. So much fucking better. And you will have it. I swear to you, we’re going to undo everything he did. You will learn to read. You will get an education. Nothing is out of reach for you, Butterfly.”