Page 74 of Reaper
“The De Lucas will take the east side of the yard. We’ll take the west. Then we’ll meet in the back, and clear everything there as quietly as possible, before we breach the house. If he knows we’re there, he will probably kill her.”
Psycho nudges me in the shoulder.
“You alright, man?”
I shake my head no and add, “I’ll hold it together until she’s safe, and then I might kill everybody in the fucking state.”
The fact that I don’t even know if she’ll be alive when we get there, has me ready to jump out of my skin, and being so fucking angry with her has me pissed off at myself, because somehow I know we aren’t going to find her unscathed. Nobody goes up against Frank Bonetti, and walks away uninjured. It’s not how it works. The only reason my father became the powerful man he was, is because he was the first-born male. Had my grandfather made choices like my dad did, it would’ve been a different outcome.
“Hey, Killer,” Kage says and I roll my eyes. He calls me that when he’s joking around, because he thinks its funny to call me a name one might call a rabid fucking dog. Although, it’s better than what he called me when I was a kid; Emo.
“What?” I grunt, letting him know I’m irritated.
He tilts his head to the side. “Reaper, sorry. I just wanted to say, you got this. Everything is going to turn out fine. You’ll marry your girl and have a dozen serial killer babies.”
Bones snorts. “Kage, shut up. Don’t put fucking ideas in his head.”
Emotions have never been our strong suit. As I’ve grown, I bury mine and refuse to show them, mostly. Kage makes jokes, because he also cannot handle them. Bones is a bit of a mix. And Psycho, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even have any feelings. While I don’t show it alot, I’m the one that feels the most. And I know that’s why they are all worried about me, given the situation. I’ve never had a girlfriend, and they’ve figured out that Bella is everything to me.
“If you see cameras, disable them,” Bones says, as we reach our stopping point. If we pull up to the house in an armored vehicle, we’ll have a lot of guards on us very quickly. It’s much easier if we can take them a couple at a time. If we’re surrounded by forty at once, we will have casualties.
We get out of the van, and Bones asks quietly, “Everybody clear on how we’re approaching this?”
As a collective unit we nod, and my brother turns to me. “I want you close to me.”
I would like to argue with him, because I don’t want to be treated like a kid, when I’m a grown man, but I ignore it because that’s not what’s important.
From a distance, Drake De Luca raises his weapon as we approach, shoots the guard at the gate square in the eye, and whispers, ‘boo-yah’.
I roll my eyes as we separate to our areas. We take the west, and notice there are small groups of guards in several different directions, smoking and talking amongst themselves, like they’re on break. I’m guessing they’re not, because, wouldn’t breaks be a group at a time? Do they even get breaks? Who knows. Myself and my brothers all raise our weapons, and Bones and I take out the first group. We are using silencers, but there’s still noise when we fire, and the second group turns around as Kage and Psycho take them out.
As we walk further, Psycho complains in a whisper.
“Guns are fucking boring. A knife would be more fun.”
I can’t help but smile, as I think of how much my girl will get along with at least one of my brothers.
Please be alive.
We approach three more groups, and take them out with minimal sound, to not alert the other guards. Stepping over the dead bodies, we round the corner when one nobody saw comes out, and smacks me across the face with his gun. Kage points his gun at his head and shoots.
Once we make it to the back, we’re all surprised, when we meet up with the De Lucas, that there are no guards at the back.
“Be ready. There could be more inside the house,” Bones says. We walk back around to the front door, and again are surprised that it’s unlocked.
We get through the entry-way, and not making noise is no longer an option. Our footwear taps against the tile, announcing our presence, but then it doesn’t matter.
Bones says, “She’s right here.”
He looks back at me, and I know by the look on his face, we’re too late.
My brother turns to everyone else.
“Turn around. He doesn’t need you looking.”
All the air escapes from my lungs as I stare at her unmoving body, with a fucking lead pipe protruding from her pussy. As much as I want to look away, I can’t tear my eyes from her. My gaze moves from the ripped shirt she’s wearing, her torn panties on the floor beside her, her bloody hands, and the puddle of blood around her. The big blue bruise on her cheek causes a fire to grow in my blood. A homicidal rage fills me, one I can’t do anything about because Frank is already dead. The anger and heartbreak fight for dominance, and the latter wins out. The crushing pain in my chest is far more intense than when there was a knife plunged inside it.
I go to grab the pipe and Bones yells, “Leave it. If you remove it, it could cause more damage than leaving it. Check for a pulse.”
