Twisted Secrets

Ch34-Lorenzo Harper

"The Carver? Volkov's darker side? The Merciful Deceit? The joker reincarnation? Devil's Beauty? The honest Bargainer? You haven't heard any of those names?"

"...no" I haven't. And I certainly had no idea she even had that many nicknames, much less one.

"Ah, well they all don't portrait a lie. She is known for being truthful after all." The young woman has started to get dizzy from all the champagne he's passing her.

"Mind telling me more about her?"

"Wow you really do not know anything." He laughs, waving the girl off to find her own seat. "She works for the Royals, they used to be shitty and disorganized before they found her. A gem that saved their empire. Anyway, the reason she's so popular is because of her torture methods. Many, including I, have even learned from her mercies."

"Mercies?"

"Once a month, she lets one person she tortures go, kills the rest. Whoever survives always has these messed up ways they experienced pain, and all from her hands. It's a true beauty. The art of torture. An art Sofia Volkov has perfected. Most of her mercies, what we call the survivors, end up killing themselves by the second month they get let go. Some say it's because of the nightmares, others say they're too afraid of her coming back for them. It's a very fun game to watch. And place bets on. I once won 4 thousand betting this guy wouldn't last more than 2 weeks. And he didn't."

Okay then, my girlfriend is basically a monster.

"Can I let you in a little secret?" He asks, I nod. "Rumors say she's leaving the empire. Which means it's going to crash down to the ground. And it'll be an easier target. For money, drugs, weapons, maybe even their people."

"They depend on her that much?"

"So much, I wouldn't be half shocked if she started her own empire. This one is basically hers as it is."

"Huh."

"So, how did you end up with her mere centimeters from you?" He asks, intrigued.

"Why?"

"Well she usually lurks in the shadows, watching. Some say she's looking for her next victim. I say she has more than half a brain. These little shitty parties always end up with someone getting shot, fired or kidnapped. She's just never one of them."

"Nice too meet you Mr. Smith."

"Kid, I have to ask, who are you with?"

"The London mafia." I answer before making my way to Sofia.

"You really are a monster aren't you?" I whisper in her ear as my arms sneak around her waist. Pressing her back against my chest while she continues to talk with Mr. Francis, Carson, and two other people.

"Did you expect anything less?" She whispers back.

"Maybe a unicorn."

"Alright I cannot be the only one noticing the lovebirds, I'm sorry." The girl I don't recognize speaks up, her arm laced around a man's.

"Yet you're the only one speaking about it." Carson laughs.

"Fuck off carrot top." She snarls in response.

"See what you've turned my friends into." Sofia sighs.

"Your friends are idiots."

Mr. Francis catches my eye, and for some reason the asshole death glares me. Almost threatening me. "Can I help you?"

All conversation stops. "Who are you?"

"Lorenzo Alonso." I say shortly.

"You're the one she didn't complete her mission for?" He asks. I feel Sofia's body go rigid against my hold, her breathing completely stopping.