BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 61 – 70
BY KATHY D
(DANCE FOR ME)
Alessandro sped out of the clan’s premises, his tires screeching as he took the corners. No one knew where he was headed, and he didn’t bother to share his plans with anyone. His face was set in a determined expression, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
As he arrived at the Black Jungle, he slowed down, his eyes scanning the surroundings. He knew that Hardin and Snake were hiding somewhere in the dense foliage, but he had no idea where exactly. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the jungle.
Alessandro moved cautiously, avoiding traps and wild animals. He knew that Hardin and Snake were experts in survival, but he also knew that they wouldn’t hesitate to defend themselves if they felt threatened. As he walked deeper into the jungle, he stumbled upon the clearing where they had packed the gold. And there they were, sleeping in each other’s arms.
Alessandro’s face twisted in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He switched on his torchlight, and the bright beam illuminated the clearing. Hardin and Snake stirred, their eyes fluttering open. Hardin quickly reached for his gun, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out the intruder.
“Let’s get out of here now,” Alessandro said, his voice firm and commanding.
Hardin and Snake exchanged a glance, and then their eyes widened as they recognized Alessandro’s voice. “Boss!” Snake exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement. She tried to stand up, but her leg gave way beneath her. Hardin rolls his eyes at her drama, Alessandro extend his hand toward her but Hardin quickly scooped her up in his arms, his face set in a stern expression.
“I’ll carry her,” he snapped, his eyes daring Alessandro to argue.
Alessandro raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He led the way back to the car, his long strides eating up the distance. Hardin followed close behind, Snake nestled comfortably in his arms. As they reached the car, Hardin opened the back door and gently placed Snake inside. He then slid in beside her, his eyes never leaving Alessandro’s face.
Alessandro scoffed, his face twisted in amusement. “Are you two turning me into your personal driver or what?” he muttered, starting the engine.
As they drove out of the jungle, Alessandro couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. He had found them, and they were safe.
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As Alessandro drove them into the clan’s premises, the gang members erupted into cheers and applause. They surrounded the car, eager to welcome back their missing members. Hardin was taken aback by the warm reception, his eyes widening in surprise. He had expected suspicion and hostility, not open arms and smiling faces.
Harmony rushed to her brother, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Hardin, I was so worried about you!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
Hardin smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m okay, sis. I promise,” he said, hugging her back.
Alessandro watched the reunion with a skeptical eye, his face twisted in a scowl. He nodded curtly at Ghost and Stalker, who helped Snake out of the car and supported her to her room.
Once they were alone, Snake turned to Ghost and Stalker, her eyes pleading. “Guys, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been a bitch, but can you please forgive me? I’m a changed person now.”
Ghost smiled warmly. “It’s okay, Snake. We’ve all been there. Welcome back.”
Stalker nodded silently, her eyes still wary.
Snake looked at her, understanding. “I know I have to earn your trust back. I will.”
As they left her room, Snake couldn’t help but think of Hardin, the way he had carried her in his arms, the way he had looked at her. She blushed slightly, but quickly shook her head, scolding herself for her foolishness.
No more distractions, Snake. You have a lot to make up for.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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“Brother,” Hacker called gently, looking around Alessandro’s sitting room. Alessandro groaned before emerging from his room, his face stern. But to Hacker’s surprise, he didn’t scold him for calling him “brother”.
“What do you want?” Alessandro asked gruffly.
“I’m just here to give you what Second Brother said I should give you,” Hacker replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Alessandro raised an eyebrow. “Who is your Second Brother?”
Hacker pouted. “The Underboss, of course!”
Alessandro’s expression turned skeptical. “What did Virus give you?”
Hacker handed him a paper. “This is his plan. He said he wants to find something out from Pedro.”
Alessandro’s scowl deepened. “He told you that and not me?”
Hacker nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! He said because you would try to stop him. But he’s going to be okay, he knows how to handle Pedro. Just go through this and you’ll know your next move.”
Alessandro’s face darkened as he took the paper. “I can’t believe this. Just go!”
Hacker bowed before leaving, leaving Alessandro to mutter under his breath. “So he tells that kid all his plans but not me? Unbelievable!”
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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EVIL SYNDICATE
Pedro entered the torture room, his eyes fixed on Virus, who was being held down by the guards. “You may all leave,” he said, his voice cold and detached. The guards bowed and backed away, leaving Pedro alone with Virus.
Virus was tied to a chair, his eyes gleaming with defiance as Pedro approached him. Pedro picked up an electric shocker and switched it on, the device crackling with electricity.
“I won’t be wasting my time right now,” Pedro sneered, his eyes glinting with cruelty. “So, you can make it easy on yourself by answering all my questions. If you don’t want to be roasted alive, that is.”
Virus stared at him, his expression unyielding. “Alessandro is your brother,” Pedro said, his voice dripping with malice. “I even hear you two don’t hide things from each other. So, you must know what he’s up to?”
Virus shrugged, his eyes never leaving Pedro’s face. “He’s up to nothing.”
Pedro’s face twisted in anger, and he moved the electric shocker closer to Virus’s face. “Don’t play dumb with me,” he snarled. “I know you know something.”
Virus smiled, a sly glint in his eye. “Oh, I do know something,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know that you killed your parents, your older brother too, and took over this clan. And I know the twins aren’t your children. They belong to your older brother.”
Pedro’s face went white with shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What are you talking about?” he stammered.
Virus leaned forward, his eyes glinting with triumph. “You’re shocked, aren’t you? Imagine your secrets being exposed. You’re doomed then.”
Pedro’s face twisted in rage, and he pressed the knife to Virus’s neck. “You won’t tell anyone,” he hissed. “I’ll kill you first.”
Virus just laughed, his smile widening as he gazed up at Pedro. “You’re too late for that,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
“What did you mean?” Pedro asked.
“Well, try killing me and see for yourself,” Virus said with a confident smirk.
Pedro’s eyes flashed with anger, and he threw down the knife. “What do you want?” he growled.
“I want to know what you’re working on with Antonio Argento,” Virus replied, his eyes glinting with curiosity.
Pedro’s face turned red with rage, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he stormed out of the room, leaving Virus alone.
Virus just laughed, his smile widening as he watched Pedro go. “This is getting interesting,” he muttered to himself.
As Pedro slammed the door behind him, Virus’s laughter echoed through the room, his confidence and amusement palpable. He seemed to be enjoying the cat-and-mouse game he was playing with Pedro.
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Godfather Marco summoned Alessandro to his chambers, a hint of concern etched on his face. “Why am I here?” Alessandro asked, his tone icy.
“What’s wrong?” Godfather Marco replied, his brow furrowed. “I can’t find Virus anywhere in the clan. I’ve been expecting to see him, but he’s nowhere to be found.”
Alessandro’s expression turned thoughtful. “He distracted Pedro during the gold hunting, and I haven’t seen him since then,” he said, his voice measured.
Godfather Marco’s eyes widened in alarm. “Do you think Pedro killed him? Did he betray us and follow Pedro? What is going on?”
Alessandro’s confidence was unwavering. “None of that will happen. He’ll be back soon.”
Godfather Marco’s eyes searched Alessandro’s face, and a small smile played on his lips. “I can see you trust him,” he said, his voice filled with warmth.
Alessandro stood up, his movements fluid. “Why not? He’s my brother,” he said simply.
Godfather Marco nodded, his eyes still fixed on Alessandro. “If that’s all you wanted to say, I’ll be on my way,” Alessandro said, his tone dismissive.
Godfather Marco’s smile grew wider. “Also, you guys should have a party tonight. You’ve all done really well. Thanks to you, our clan is already in the top five.”
Alessandro nodded curtly. “Okay, then.” He turned to leave, his movements economical.
As the door closed behind Alessandro, Godfather Marco muttered to himself, a smile still playing on his lips. “They really trust each other.”
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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The clan members were having an absolute blast in the pool. Ghost, Stalker, and Mauler made a stunning entrance, looking sexy in their bikinis as they slipped into the water. Hacker couldn’t help but stare at Ghost, his eyes fixed on her until she caught him looking. He quickly looked away, but not before she flashed him a sly smirk.
Stalker swam over to Reaper and struck up a conversation, their voices mingling with the sound of laughter and splashing water. Butcher approached Mauler, who rolled her eyes in annoyance, clearly not interested in his advances. Sniper, meanwhile, observed the scene from a corner, his eyes scanning the pool area with his usual intensity.
The girls gasped in unison as Alessandro suddenly appeared, looking ridiculously hot in his swimwear. He didn’t join the others in the pool, instead opting to sit on a nearby couch, where he watched the festivities with an air of quiet confidence. The girls couldn’t help but dance sexily, showing off their moves.
Snake, however, sat down on the sidelines, her injured leg making it difficult for her to stand. Hardin sat beside her, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. Though they didn’t exchange words, they couldn’t help but steal glances at each other every few seconds.
The maids, allowed to watch the fun, looked on with wide smiles, clearly enjoying the spectacle. As the party continued, the energy only grew more electric, the clan members lost in their own little world of fun and revelry.
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EVIL SYNDICATE
Rica followed the guard through the dark corridor, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the torches they held. They stopped in front of a rusty iron door, and the guard spoke in a low tone, “He’s in here. Don’t take too long.”
Rica nodded and smiled, pushing open the creaky door. Inside, she found Virus sitting in the corner, his body bruised and battered. She approached him gently, seeing that he was asleep. As she looked at his injuries, she groaned in sympathy and pulled out an ointment to apply to his wounds.
Virus stirred, opening his eyes to smile at her. He pulled her closer, and Rica found herself lying on his chest. “What are you doing?” she asked, trying to push him away.
“I thought you wouldn’t come to see me,” Virus smirked, pecking her lip.
Rica snapped, “Are you crazy?”
Virus grinned, “Yes, I am. For you.”
Rica tried to stand up, but Virus held her fast, his lip slam on hers and she reciprocated like she had been expecting it, his hands roaming her body as they kissed. They broke apart, and Virus smiled, looking at her face.
“Survive,” Rica said, pecking him before leaving the room.
Virus kept smiling, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
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The party is still ongoing and everyone is having a lot of fun.
Reaper’s voice boomed through the party, “Now it’s time to appreciate our underboss!” The room erupted in cheers and applause, with gang members whistling and catcalling. Alessandro watched the scene unfold with an expressionless face, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint.
Ghost yelled out, “Who wants to make the boss feel good?” The room fell silent, with all eyes turning to Snake, expecting her to raise her hand as she always did. But to everyone’s shock, she didn’t even acknowledge Ghost’s question, her face a mask of indifference.
The room was electric with surprise when Sniper suddenly stood up, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I will do it,” she said, her voice husky and confident. With a flick of her wrist, she dropped her scarf, revealing a sexy lingerie set that seemed to be designed for this exact moment.
The room exploded in cheers and applause, with gang members hollering and whistling. Alessandro’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a hint of approval.
As Sniper sashayed her way to the front, her lingerie-clad body drawing all eyes, she sat on his lap and started a sexy lap dance.
Sniper continued to dance seductively on Alessandro’s lap, her movements fluid and practiced. The crowd around them cheered and whistled, urging her on. Alessandro’s face was blank, but his eyes seemed fixed on her, his hands resting on her waist.
Just as it seemed like he was too starting to relax and enjoy the performance, Harmony burst into the room, her face a picture of sadness. She took one look at the scene before her and quickly turned and ran, disappearing into her room.
Sniper was smiling brightly, seem like all her wishes were finally coming to past.
As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, whistling and shouting for more. Sniper took a triumphant bow, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Alessandro, however, seemed less than enthused. He stood up, his face expressionless, and walked away, leaving Sniper looking confused and a little disappointed.
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Alessandro entered his mansion, the sound of the party still echoing in his ears. He was tired of the noise, the crowds, and the pretenses. Everywhere was silent, except for the soft hum of the chandeliers above. He expected Harmony to come out and greet him, but she was nowhere to be found. He made his way to her room, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet.
As he entered her room, he saw her lying on the bed, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress. She wasn’t sleeping, just lost in thought. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice low and even, as he stared at her blankly.
“Nothing,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alessandro sensed something was amiss. He could see the tension in her body, the way her fingers trembled slightly. “Are you going to talk, or should I force it out?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“You like dancing with her, right?” she asked, her eyes flashing with a hint of jealousy.
Alessandro raised an eyebrow, amused by her sudden interest. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with innocence.
“I mean that girl,” Harmony said, her voice dripping with disdain. “You like dancing with her, I can see it in your eyes. You even held her waist too.” She pouted, her lower lip jutting out.
Alessandro grinned, realizing where this was going. “Are you jealous, Gattino?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Harmony denied it, her voice laced with indignation. “What? No, I just think nothing is special in her dance. I could do better.”
Alessandro raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her claim. “Really? Can you?” he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Harmony nodded, her confidence growing. “Of course, I can.”
Alessandro leaned against the bedpost, his eyes locked on hers. “Then dance for me, I want to see it,” he said, his voice low and persuasive.
Harmony hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. “What? I mean…” she stammered.
Alessandro cut her off, his voice firm but gentle. “Now, Gattino. I want to see you dance.” He smirked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Harmony swallowed hard, her eyes locked on his.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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