Page 43 of Psycho

Me:Nothing to discuss.

Bones:Is she alive?

Me:Yes.

Bones:The DA is missing. Am I silly to assume you know something about this?

Me:I wasn’t responsible for that exactly.

Bones:Goddamn it, Psycho. What do you think will happen with a new DA? There will be an interim DA, and then a new DA. One we don’t have control over. This is why you weren’t made the head of the family. You don’t fucking think.

Me:Well, you got what you wanted, little brother. See you Sunday.

I turn my phone off, and go back to watching Anastasia. She sits on her bed, her fingers twisting like she’s agitated.

Poor lost little lamb.

I chuckle to myself as I watch her talk to herself, but I can’t hear her because she’s speaking so low. Tomorrow, I’ll escalate things, and it will break her. By the time tomorrow is over, she’ll be begging for death. Anything to never go through it again.

I enjoy torturing people. Cutting them, making them scream. Sometimes suffocating them slowly over days, with a bag over their head. The pain she’ll go through isn’t only physical. Emotional torment can be far worse than the physical kind.

With a smile on my face, I stare at the screen, as she lies down in the bed.

“Tomorrow, little lamb. You’re going to regret ever hearing the name Bonetti.”

She has twisted me all up, but I’ve gained clarity. It’s funny how dreams can fuck with you, but this one fixed my thinking. My father stood in front of me, and gave me the lecture I’ve heard so many times.

“If they are a risk to our family, we wipe them from existence. This is how we survive all things. Are they for or against us? If they are against us, the answer is always the same, figlio. No exceptions.”

I arch an eyebrow with pure annoyance, when two of my brothers come into my house. They’ve always come and gone without an invitation, but now I’m annoyed. I shut the monitor off, as Kage looks at me with a shake of his head. He takes a seat on the sofa across from me, and Reaper joins him.

Kage leans back and makes himself comfortable, staring at me with a smug grin.

“Bones is pissed.”

I roll my eyes. “What’s new? Ever since he became the head of our family, he’s been a whiny little bitch.”

Reaper chuckles, but other than that, there’s no response.

I’m not an idiot, I know Bones has a lot on his plate now, especially with two brothers that tend to do whatever the fuck they want. I also understand his concerns about a new DA being elected. There are few rewards without risk. This is one we needed to take, because pretty little Anastasia was only going to cause problems.

“What’s the plan?” Reaper asks.

Kage nods in agreement, and says, “I know there is one.”

I’m not much of a planner by nature, which is why Bones is always pissed at me, I suppose, but also my brothers know by now there’d be a plan, or she’d already be dead.

“Jimmy,” I state plainly, and both my brothers look at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind, and they may not be wrong.

“What are you planning, Psycho?”

Jimmy isn’t a good guy, but not like the Bonetti brothers. He hurts women specifically, for no reason other than receiving pleasure from it. We’ve suspected for a long time the strippers that work in his club are trafficking victims. Normally, none of us would ever have business dealings with him. In fact, it’s strictly forbidden. I know that, but I frequently don’t follow rules to a ‘T’.

“He’s going to take her off my hands.”

Kage arches a brow at me, as he shakes his head with clear disapproval.

“Are you talking about trafficking her? We do not fucking do that. Jesus, Psycho.”

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