Chapter 18 Giorgio
Sick Like Me, In This Moment
A flock of women saunter in front of me, holding my gaze and giggling under their hands. Surely they’ve heard of me , or rather heard of the public version of me.
For only a few really know what I am.
Some call it sadistic.
Others call it sociopathic.
I call it a hobby.
It brings me much joy to watch others writhe in pain.
To collect parts of their ears, fingers, nipples or toes as small trophies from the collection of souls I torture.
Their screams sing me to sleep.
Their cries excite me .
Unfortunately, I haven’t found a suitor to fully satisfy my needs yet.
None of the women at this party call to my inner demon. I snake around the sea of bodies, glancing at the women who whisper among their friends, surely wanting to take me for a challenge. They know how wealthy my family is. For hell’s sake, we are Sabinis after all.
The Aftons provide this annual winter solstice party to keep the peace for business, when really they are scum beneath our feet.
Our family has been rooted in arms and drug dealing for years, maybe centuries.
I may not be in the trenches like my brother Michael, but I know enough to understand we are on the top of the food chain.
They should be kissing our feet and shining our shoes for allowing them to do business with us.
Fucking Afton Adders .
I haven’t even seen a snake at this party.
Now that would make things fun.
Have a snake pit in the middle of the ballroom, girls dancing around it as we feed people each hour to the pit .
That’s a brilliant idea to notate for future reference for my own private parties. Grabbing an hors d’oeuvre off one passing tray and a glass of scotch from another, I continue my prowl.
A beautiful woman approaches my side. Her hand snakes around my waist as I feel her head rest upon my shoulder.
“Ugh, can we get out of here already?”
Seraphina.
My dear whore who finds the best souls to torture.
She can help me prowl this party for my next victim. She has great taste.
I offer her the hors d’oeuvres with one hand as she shakes her head at the offering.
Before I can discuss a hunting plan, a yelp draws my attention from across the room.
Everett Afton has swung a petite woman with long curly hair over his shoulder. Her black-and-red beaded dress sways with the march of his demanding stature.
“And what in God’s name is going on there?” I gather Seraphina to my side, pulling her close as I point my glass of scotch in their direction. The woman is cursing as she pounds her tiny fists into his back .
“ Oh , that’s the new girl,” Seraphina retorts, her eyes narrowing in their direction. I notice the venom in her voice. “I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of meeting her yet. Maybe you should try her out, darling.” She pats my chest.
“Yeah?” Looking down at her, I notice the malice growing on her features. “What things could I do with her?”
Her eyes widen in excitement as I glance over to see Everett reluctantly placing the “new girl” down gently. It appears he may be fond of her, and it would give me great pleasure to break a new plaything of his .
“Anything you want, darling. Do anything you want to her.” A wicked smile stretches across her face as she takes my hand and pulls me across the dance floor.
Once Seraphina and I face the young woman, I notice the innocent, questioning gaze in her emerald eyes.
Seraphina grabs the young girl’s hand and places it within mine.
“Brielle, this is Giorgio. He is one of the most important business partners of the Aftons and, as you can see, a handsome bachelor.”
I brush my thumb across her tiny hand and watch as the crimson stretches across her cheeks.
Seraphina leans into Brielle’s ear and obnoxiously whispers, “He is also a grand lover .”
Brielle becomes visibly uncomfortable and snatches her hand back.
“Oh! That is nice. Nice to meet you, sir,” Brielle states, then nervously nods her head in my direction.
Encroaching on her space, I take a step forward and grab her hands from her nervous form.
“Let’s dance, dear,” I state, then whisk her away to the dance floor as she clumsily trips over my feet. “Sorry, did I take you off guard?” I know damn well I am making her feel uncomfortable and am relishing her visible distress.
The beat picks up and our steps become faster.
“You look absolutely adorable squirming under my control,” I lean in to whisper, as her skin prickles from my words.
Her breathing picks up as her tiny mouth is agape, her chest rising and falling rapidly .
Raising an eyebrow, I offer, “Why don’t I get you a drink?” then turn to find a waiter with a tray of bourbon.
I glance over my shoulder to find her slowly receding within the crowd. I grab a glass and the small vial within my suit jacket. Uncorking the small object, I empty the powder into the drink and mix it with my finger as I trail after her.
If my little minx wants to be pursued, I’ll make a real game out of this. I’ll hunt her and make her scream for mercy .
I slowly catch up to her, each step gaining on her, with sweet anticipation.
I corner her in the small hallway that leads toward the hotel bedrooms.
Caging her with my arms, I peer down to see her hyperventilating, but she does such a good job keeping a tough exterior.
God, I can’t wait to get her alone .
I relish in considering which body part I may decide to keep as a trophy.
Reaching up, I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers as she nervously looks between the door of a room and my hand grasping her locks.
“I’d love to speak to you in private. It’s rather loud in here, don’t you think?” I ask and reach for her hand, tugging her toward the far portion of the hallway, where I reserved a room for my own premeditated debauchery.
“I am waiting for someone. I don’t think I have the time for private conversation, sir,” she hastily states and tries to fight my grip of her wrist, but I continue to pull her farther and farther away from the party.
The music begins to fade down the hallway as she tries and fails to jerk her arm from my hold.
The more she fights, the more she panics, the more she excites me.
This poor little doe will make such a great trophy when I’m done with her.