Page 36 of Giovanni's Obsession

Giovanni

“Just tell us where the fuck she is!” The man screams for the hundredth time through my laughter.

Blood is pouring from my face that is swelling with each new blow. The pain doesn’t bother me like it should.

The way normal people should feel pain.

I’m not normal though. Neither is my brother.

We’ve known that since we were small boys. Our family, what’s left of it, knew it too but loved us anyway.

They taught us a different way to deal with not being what others consider normal.

A phone ringing blares through the room and I try to stop my laughing long enough to hear the stupid fucks answer it.

“No, Boss. He’s not talked yet.”

He’s quiet as his boss screams over the line. I know he’s screaming as even I can hear him although I haven’t a clue of what he’s saying.

“No matter what we do, he just keeps fucking laughing!” The idiot who’s been hitting me for the last couple of hours says.

“I’ll get it done!” He finally says a few minutes later before hanging up.

“What’d he say?” One of the others asks from the door.

“What the fuck do you think he said?” He growls back. “Hand me the whip.” His mouth curls up, looking right at me but I just smile back as best I can.

There’s no way they could know about my demons.

My father used to beat me with a whip that had razor blades on the ends, then stick me in a closet. He only ever opened that door to pour gas on my open wounds.

I watch as idiot number one turns back to me with a whip in his hand.

I hold his gaze, not letting him know the fear that tries to bubble up remembering my father.

Just as he gets behind me, we all hear an explosion that rocks the whole building.

As the men in the room run towards the sound, I grin widely knowing that Baratta is now in the building.

Hopefully he saves one just for me to play with.

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