BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
BY KATHY D
GENRE:Mafia/ Dark Romance/ Erotica.
TAGS:crime,Captivity,Alpha,Male,Forbidden Love,Control,Revenge,Betrayal,Empire obsession,Steamy,Violence,Love Triangle, hatred.
SYNOPSIS
~~~~Extract from The Story ~~~~
“Please….. don’t do this to me, please “ Harmony begged while staring at the floor, she is too afraid to meet his cold glares, she really can’t.
“You shouldn’t have saved me Gattino (kitten) because now, I won’t stop till I destroy you, I will ruin you and break you beyond repair “ he said, his voice sounding so cold.
“Please……”
“Get on the bed, don’t let me repeat myself again “ he said coldly and she gulp.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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Harmony Argento, a beautiful young orphan, lives a sheltered life under her older brother Hardin’s protection. However, their world is turned upside down when they cross paths with…….
Alessandro De Santos, the Mafia lord of “The Ruthless Reapers” they were known and feared all over Italy, no one ever wanted to get in trouble with them.
Their boss was nicknamed “The Devil” and he lives up to the name, he is heartless, a beast and demon.
“What happens when two people from different worlds meet?” And this time, her brother can’t even protect her.
“She is a flower, He is a thorn”
“He is a lion and she is just a kitten “
“What happens when the devil won’t stop until he ruins the fragile kitten?”
“And why is he bent on ruining her?”
Join me on a journey into a world of crime, betrayal, and revenge, where the lines between love and hate are blurred.”
Note : This is a Mafia story, it is necessary for it to include some triggering scenes, please if you are not comfortable kindly stop reading. This story will be locked so soon mainly because of these triggering & adult scenes, so these first chapters are slightly edited.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
BY KATHY D
NORTHWEST ISLAND OF SICILY, ITALY, PALERMO CITY*
~~~BROADWAY BURLESQUE~~~
Broadway Burlesque, a popular club for mafias from all clans, was bustling with activity. The loud noise from the room was a testament to the fun everyone was having every night. Two cars stopped in front of the club, and a guard quickly opened the door before a cool leather shoe appeared. A handsome man around thirty years old emerged from the car, surrounded by his loyal men. He had a roll of weed between his lips, and his glare was as cold as ice. He didn’t say anything to them; his expression was blank. He started going into the bar, and two men followed him, while the rest waited outside beside their car.
The bouncer at the door bowed respectfully before opening the door for him. He went in without sparing them a glance or acknowledging their greetings. His two closest men followed behind him. He is Alessandro DeSantos, the Italian number one mafia lord, respected and feared by many clans since his clan is the strongest.
Inside, the loud music and smell of whiskey and cigarettes filled the air. People were having fun, some publicly having sex, while others enjoyed themselves. All the people present looked dangerous, with tattoos and piercings. Alessandro went straight to the VIP lounge where senior mafias usually stayed. The staff and bartenders bowed their heads as he walked past them.
He finally entered a room where a man, Pedro, sat on a couch, surrounded by three na..ked girls. One was sucking his thing, and the other two were playing with him. He kept grunting shamelessly, while strippers performed. Alessandro stared at Pedro with a blank look on his face, getting tired of the way Pedro wasn’t saying anything.
“Like I expected, Godfather Marco sent you, can’t he come himself?” Pedro asked.
“Can we start with the reason I am here?” Alessandro said calmly, his voice sounding attractive and dangerous at the same time.
“You are just like I hear, Godfather Marco must be really proud,” Pedro said. Godfather Marco was actually the only person Alessandro respected in the whole world, he was like a father to him.
“You have two minutes left,” Alessandro said again, he hates it when he keeps talking and this man is making him do just that, and he is already getting irritated by that.
“Okay, okay, calm down Alessandro,” Pedro said, and he glared at him immediately.
“I mean Venom,” Pedro corrected himself, no one dared call Alessandro by his name, he was called Venom.
“One minute remaining,” he said, and Pedro nodded to one of his guards. The man came closer with a small briefcase. He opened it, and they saw drugs inside.
“Check it out,” Alessandro said, and one of his men picked one up, he nodded after checking it.
“I thought we were trusting each other now, I can’t sell fake stuff to you,” Pedro said. A briefcase was dropped in front of him, and Pedro smiled after seeing the cash.
“Why don’t we hang out one of these days?” He asked, but Alessandro was already out of the place.
“That kid,” Pedro scoffed angrily and took a drag from his pipe. “The job’s done, boss,” one of his guards reported to him, and he chuckled.
“Let’s see how Marco is going to cope without his backbone,” he muttered with a dangerous smile, but the smile suddenly turned to a frown. He dropped the pipe, and the three girls returned to the room. Soon, he was having a lot of fun, and he couldn’t wait to see the outcome of the game he just started.
“The hell,” Reaper exclaimed the moment he saw their guards on the floor, they were all dead, no one survived.
“The car tires are burst too, who is responsible for this?” Butcher asked.
“Boss, I think it’s a setup, you should leave now,” Reaper quickly said while looking around.
“You both leave with the bag,” Alessandro said calmly.
“But boss…” “You hear me,” he cut Butcher off.
“Okay, boss,” they bowed respectfully and started running out. They hadn’t even taken a few steps when their car suddenly exploded. They turned back in fear and couldn’t see their boss because smoke was everywhere. They could also see some men coming out of the club with guns.
“Let’s go, the boss will be saved,” Butcher said and dragged Reaper with him.
“Bastardo,” Alessandro cursed and managed to stand up. His body was full of blood because of the explosion, and he was really weak right now. He hid behind a car while men looked around for him with their guns. He suddenly dashed out, and they started pursuing him while he ran. He was still feeling pain because of the impact of the explosion.
“F**k,” he groaned as a bullet rammed into his shoulder. He turned and shot very fast, taking five men down before continuing his run. They kept pursuing him and shooting him. They were really bent on killing him. Two bullets rammed into his back, and he fell to the ground. He was feeling so much pain. He started shooting while rolling around on the ground, dodging bullets like a pro, and managed to kill nine before standing up. He started running, and the remaining six pursued him. He went to hide at a corner, and they passed him. He came out after some time and kept dragging himself away. His blood kept dropping on the floor as he walked. He was losing consciousness, but he knew if he didn’t find a good place to hide, he would be killed.
He tried to call his clan but realized his phone was not with him. It might have fallen as he was running.
“Sh*t” he cursed and continued dragging himself away…
Alessandro was still running while holding on to his bleeding shoulder, though he couldn’t stop the one from his back, he kept staggering and it was sure that he was going to collapse soon. The image of his parents and younger brother dying right in front of him while he couldn’t do anything to help came to his head. He was just ten then, he couldn’t. All he did was hide like a coward and watch his parents and brother dying in the worst way ever. He can’t die now, he has to finish those responsible for his family’s death. If he dies now, they will live happily with their family, how could he allow that? He can’t, never. With that thought, he started running very hard. “I can’t die, I just can’t,” he kept muttering as he continued his run.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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A punch, kick and then I win?” Harmony screamed happily, she was actually playing a game, she loved doing that alot, she was chewing the chicken cutely, her face still focused on the game, she suddenly heard a sound and removed her headphone. It was a call from her brother Hardin.
She smiled before picking up.
“Hello brother” she said with a mouthful of chicken.
“What are you eating?” He asked calmly.
“Chicken “ she said and he chuckled.
“You shouldn’t rush yourself, okay, I will come very late today. There is an important guest at the club, make sure you lock the door before going to sleep,” he said.
“Okay brother” she said cutely, he is just too caring, he always checks up on her everytime and she doesn’t even have many friends all thanks to him. She also homeschool because he wouldn’t allow her to go out, she only goes out when it is necessary.
“Did you get the groceries?” He asked and she gasped, she had totally forgotten about that and kept playing games all day.
“Yes I have” she lied.
“Will you make something for me? If you can’t, it’s okay, I will find something to eat” he said.
“I will, what do you want?” She asked and started dressing up, quite late but she will still make it. She wears her cute purple dress, almost all of her clothes and everything is purple, that is her favorite color, even her hair, phone pouch and even her room are purple.
She wears a purple hoodie and headphones before going out of their small apartment. They are not rich at all but her brother makes sure she gets everything she needs. Starting from education and everything. She wanted to carry her bicycle but changed her mind since the grocery store is not far from her house, she started hoping for it.
Her brother mustn’t find out she went out this late but not like she is going to tell him anyway. She started with her favorite BTS song “Run” she was also singing along with it. Soon she arrives in the grocery store and smiles when it hasn’t closed yet. She was a little afraid that they would already be close but it seems like she is lucky. She started picking everything she needed, she would hurry and return home quickly.
“Run Bulletproof Run Yeah You Gotta Run” she sings loudly and turns around like there is no problem in this world.
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“This must be his blood, I am sure he hasn’t gone very far, let’s find him” one of the men pursuing him said. They started tracing the blood as they looked around for him.
“When you sight him, the gun must go to his head straight, you get me?” One of them said and others nodded as they followed the trace of his blood. Alessandro continued to run, he could hear the steps of the people pursuing him, they must be tracing his blood and he is very sure that he will get caught soon. He took off his jacket and tore it, he tied it on his shoulder and the remaining one on his back. He entered a bush nearby and continued going. “The blood stops here” one of the men said while staring at the ground.
“He must be inside this bush then, be very careful” another one said as they followed him. Alessandro hid behind a tree and watched as they walked past him, looking around fearfully. He put a silencer on his gun before he started shooting them. The men were shocked as they kept falling to the ground, they looked around and could not find him until he killed all the six. He threw his gun away and walked out of the bush. He started walking gently since he is really weak and could barely walk now, his eyes could barely open. He saw a small house in front of him before falling to the ground. He kept managing to open his eyes so he wouldn’t lose consciousness.
Harmony arrived at home and ran straight into the apartment, she is running late already and needs to prepare her brother’s food. She keeps humming to the song and she cooks. She suddenly gasped when she saw a trash bag, she was supposed to dispose of this, since it will be carried away early tomorrow morning. Her brother will be so mad if he sees this. She quickly carried it and ran out of the apartment. “Imma light it up like dynamite oh oh” she sings and drops the trash bag, she was open to going when someone suddenly grabbed her leg, she quickly removed her headphone and gasped in shock when she saw blood all over his body. “Save me, I don’t want to die” Alessandro managed to say. “Well…huh..I don’t know” she said nervously and ran away but she suddenly stopped and came back, she can’t abandon a dying man, she really can’t.
“I will call for an ambulance” she said and wanted to call.
“Don’t do that, don’t call them, help” he said weakly.
“What am I supposed to do then?” She asked while staring at him.
“Take me in” Alessandro said, his voice weak and desperate.
Harmony looked around nervously, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to get involved in anything dangerous, but she couldn’t just leave him there to die.
“Okay, I’ll help you,” she said finally, trying to sound calm.
Alessandro’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with gratitude. Thank you,” he whispered.
Harmony quickly grabbed his arm and helped him up, trying to support his weight. He was heavy, but she managed to drag him into her house.
Once inside, she laid him down on the couch and grabbed a towel to clean his wounds. He winced in pain as she touched his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’ll try to be gentle.”
Alessandro nodded, his eyes closed. “Thank you,” he repeated.
Harmony quickly grabbed her medical kit and began to clean Alessandro’s wounds. She had watched her late father, a doctor, perform similar procedures many times before. With a steady hand, she made a small incision in his shoulder and carefully removed the bullet with a scalpel.
Alessandro winced in pain, but Harmony worked quickly and efficiently, just like her father had taught her. She applied antibiotic ointment and dressed the wound, trying to reassure Alessandro with a gentle touch.
As she worked, Harmony couldn’t help but think of her father, who had been a skilled surgeon. She had often watched him in awe, fascinated by his precision and skill. Now, she was using those same skills to save Alessandro’s life.
With the bullet removed and the wound dressed, Harmony breathed a sigh of relief. Alessandro’s eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at her with gratitude.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice weak but sincere.
Harmony smiled softly. “You’re welcome,” she replied. “My father was a doctor. I learned from him.”
Alessandro’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded, seeming to accept her explanation. Harmony helped him sit up, and he winced again, but this time, it was more from exhaustion than pain.
As Harmony supported him, Alessandro leaned against her, his head on her shoulder. She could feel his warmth, his heart beating against hers. It was an intimate moment, one that made her feel vulnerable yet connected to him.
In that instant, Harmony knew she would do everything in her power to protect Alessandro, just as she had protected her father’s memory by using his teachings to save a life.
As Harmony continued to clean his wounds, she couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His features were strong and chiseled, his hair dark and messy.
She felt a flutter in her chest as he opened his eyes and looked at her. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly.
Harmony blushed and looked away, trying to focus on his wounds. “You’re hurt pretty badly,” she said. “I need to get you to a hospital.”
Alessandro shook his head. “No hospitals. They’ll find me.”
Harmony frowned, confused. “Who will find you?”
Alessandro’s eyes clouded over, and he looked away. “Just…no hospitals. Please.”
Harmony hesitated, unsure of what to do. But something about his desperate expression made her nod. “Okay, no hospitals. But you need to rest and recover.”
Alessandro nodded, his eyes closing in relief. Harmony covered him with a blanket and sat down beside him, watching him sleep.
As the night wore on, Harmony found herself growing more and more attracted to Alessandro. She knew it was crazy – she didn’t even know him – but there was something about him that drew her in.
As she watched him sleep, she realized that she would do anything to protect him. Anything to keep him safe.
Little did she know, Alessandro was not what he seemed. And their lives were about to become entwined in ways she never could have imagined.
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