BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
BY KATHY D
(PROTECTIVE BROTHER)
Alessandro’s frown remained as the images of everything that happened flooded his mind. He hated remembering those memories, but he just couldn’t get rid of them, not when he was experiencing different nightmares every night. His chest rose and fell in anger as he couldn’t help but remember.
SIXTEEN YEARS AGO
Ten-year-old Alessandro was coming back from school, happy because he got the highest grade in class. He couldn’t wait to tell his parents; they would be thrilled and get him the bicycle they promised. He smiled as he stared at the ice cream he got for his little brother, who was only one year old and whom he loved so much. His family was the best.
Arriving at his house, he saw people surrounding his family. He quickly hid at a corner and watched everything in confusion, his little brow furrowed. He could only recognize one person among them – Doctor Antonio Argento, his father’s friend, who had visited their house twice. He saw a man wearing a face mask, making it difficult for him to see his face, but he looked like the leader since he was the one talking to his parents.
His father was also saying something, but Alessandro couldn’t hear since he was hiding in a far place. He saw how his brother was dragged forward while his parents shouted. His brother was injected with some liquid and started groaning on the floor, soon not moving anymore. His mum stood up and ran toward her son, who was motionless on the floor, but she was shot straight in the head before she could get to him.
Alessandro gasped from where he was watching, tears in his eyes. He started recording a video, witnessing everything he just saw.
Seeing the death of his son and wife, his father was furious. He tried to fight the men holding him, but he was overpowered. Doctor Antonio Argento injected him with a liquid, and Alessandro watched in shock as his father’s skin started peeling, smoke coming out of his ears, mouth, and nose. He looked toward Alessandro and mouthed, “Run, Alessandro, run,” and he did, running away with tears, knowing he just witnessed the murder of his family.
When he returned later in the evening, his house was already burned to ash, his family’s bodies burned with it. They painted it as an accident, everyone believed it except him, who had the proof with him. He was taken to an orphanage home, where he kept watching the video every night, tears in his eyes. He might not know the others, but he could recognize his father’s friend, Antonio Argento.
He decided to go and show the cops the proof, and…
“Sir, we are here already,” Reaper said, opening the door. Alessandro snapped out of his thoughts and came out, still angry.
“Hello, hey,” Harmony shouted, running after Alessandro, still confused. Why were they brought to this dangerous place? Everyone looked so scary that she almost peed in her pants.
Harmony grabbed his shoulder since he didn’t respond. He turned back and glared at her, his eyes red.
“I…I mean, why are we here? I don’t know what’s going on. Can we go back home?” she asked naively.
“Let’s go,” he said with everything in him, he was trying to calm down.
“But…”
“You hear me,” he cut her off angrily, and she quickly moved back in fear.
“Don’t yell at her,” Hardin said angrily, moving closer, but some guards quickly grabbed him. Some gang members started watching.
“Who are they?” Ghost said loudly.
“Maybe a sex slave,” Stalker said beside her, they were buddies.
“She’s so pretty, though. Poor her,” Hacker pouted sadly.
“Pretty my foot, she looks like a fool. And mind you, Venom is never interested in sex slaves,” Snake scoffed angrily. Butcher just watched silently, his expression unreadable. He was the quiet one among them, only speaking when necessary. But don’t get the wrong idea – he was just as violent and ruthless as his name suggested.
“Who knows, he may want her,” Ghost smirked, intentionally trying to provoke Snake.
“That’s bullshit,” Snake glared at her before storming away.
“But look at that guy, he’s fire,” Ghost said with a sly smile, referring to Hardin.
“I think I’ll fuck him,” Stalker said with a smile, while Hacker just rolled his eyes.
Harmony was about to run after Alessandro again when someone was dragged forward. The person was battered and bloodied, looking like they’d been beaten to a pulp.
“He’s a spy, he snuck into the clan and went to the store room,” Reaper said.
Alessandro looked at the man angrily.
“Who sent you?” he asked coldly, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Please, I have a family, and I…” the man pleaded, but his words were cut short when a bullet rammed into both his eyes. He yelled in agony as he bled profusely. Harmony gasped in shock, her eyes wide with horror.
“I asked you a question, and I don’t want a story,” Alessandro said coldly, his expression unyielding.
“Please, Venom, I don’t have a choice, I have to…” the man begged, but Alessandro shot him repeatedly in the head, unleashing all his anger on the poor man.
“Dispose of his body,” Alessandro said coldly and left. Harmony’s eyes were wide with shock, her mind reeling with what she had just witnessed.
“What did she just witness? Has she saved the devil?” she thought to herself, shivering in fear. She was dragged away, and they were both put in the same room. The door was locked, and Harmony was left breathing in and out, trying to process what she had just seen.
Hardin moved closer to her and hugged her to his chest.
“You don’t have to worry, I promise to protect you, okay? I promise,” he said, his eyes filled with concern. She wanted to ask him a lot of questions since he seemed to know a little about this, but she was still in shock at the moment. The quest for answers would have to be postponed to another time.
“Are you hurt?” he asked worriedly, checking her body as if she was a little kid who couldn’t take care of herself.
“I’m okay, brother. Don’t worry about me, treat yourself first,” she said, pointing at the bruises he sustained while fighting.
“It’s nothing, okay? I’m okay when you are,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Are you hungry?” he asked worriedly, his brow furrowed in concern.
“I’m not,” she muttered, her eyes cast down. They remain in the room while waiting for their fate.
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Alessandro entered his room and approached his bed, but suddenly stopped and looked around. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but his instincts told him something was off. He moved towards his bed again, and that’s when someone emerged from the shadows, gun in hand.
“You’re dead, punk,” the person said coldly, but Alessandro swiftly moved and caught their hand, twisting it until they grunted in pain.
“Okay, okay, I surrender! Can you let me go now?” the person asked, and Alessandro released them. The man turned around, rubbing his sore hand.
“Can’t you just let me get one hit in?” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll never allow that. You should train instead,” Alessandro said, and the two shared a hug.
“Welcome back, brother,” Alessandro said, his voice cold.
“I missed you so much,” the man, Virus, replied. They were like bosses in the clan, adopted by Godfather Marco fifteen years ago and referred to each other as brothers, despite not being related.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back today?” Alessandro asked.
“I wanted to surprise you. How would that work if I told you I was coming?” Virus replied.
“Well, I wasn’t that surprised since Godfather already informed me,” Alessandro said, and Virus rolled his eyes.
“I heard about what Pedro did to you. That punk, I’ll be the one to take care of him,” Virus said angrily.
“His time isn’t now. When are you heading back to Russia?” Alessandro asked.
“Not now, I’m here to stay,” Virus said.
“I heard you got Antonio Argento’s children. Are you making the girl your sex slave?” Virus asked with a smirk.
“I don’t do that,” Alessandro said coldly.
“Can I have her then?” Virus asked, grinning.
“Don’t even think about it,” Alessandro warned.
“Okay, whatever. I should go now,” Virus said and left. Snake entered immediately, grinning from ear to ear. She climbed onto the bed and started caressing Alessandro’s bare chest. He didn’t say anything, just watched her, which made her happy.
She continue to do more, she put his thing in her mouth and started sucking like a pro. He close his eyes while enjoying her warmness, he really need to be distracted and this will do the job.
He holds her head and pushes it down as she closes his eyes tightly.
“Damn” he moaned and Snake smiled happily, she loved it when she made him feel so good, she continued doing the job until he came.
He tears off her clothes and pushes her to the bed, she smiles readily and he pushes in roughly putting all her frustration in it but she likes it that way anyway.
“This feels so good damn” she moaned happily and wanted to kiss him but he looked away.
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The noise outside indicated that it was already late. Surprisingly, no one had come to check on them since they’d been in the room. Fortunately, Hardin had some snacks and drinks stashed in his hoodie pocket, which they’d been relying on for sustenance. After eating, Hardin gently cleaned Harmony’s mouth. She seemed more relaxed now and was getting comfortable.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Harmony finally asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Can you just forget about it for now? I don’t think you’ll like it,” Hardin replied, his expression serious.
“But I need to know. Did my father do something?” Harmony pressed on, recalling Alessandro’s frown when she mentioned her father’s name.
“I’ll tell you later, but not now,” Hardin said calmly.
Just then, the door burst open, and some maids entered, accompanied by guards. The guards grabbed Hardin, while the maids took Harmony away.
“Where are they taking her?” Hardin asked worriedly as he was dragged away.
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As Harmony was led away by the maids, she found herself in a grand, opulent hallway. The clan house was surprisingly beautiful, with intricate carvings and ornate furnishings. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, luxurious glow over the space.
But despite the beauty of her surroundings, Harmony couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. She was escorted to a room where a maid uniform was laid out for her. To her surprise, the uniform was far more revealing than she had expected. The dress was short and tight, with a low neckline that made her feel exposed.
“Put it on,” one of the maids instructed, their voice firm but polite.
Harmony hesitated, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. But with no other options, she reluctantly changed into the uniform. The maids helped her adjust the fit, making sure she looked perfect.
As she looked in the mirror, Harmony felt a surge of embarrassment. The uniform was even more revealing than she had thought, and she couldn’t help but wonder why she had to wear something so inappropriate.
But for now, she had no choice. She took a deep breath and followed the maids out of the room, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
She just wish her brother is okay too.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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(The Reapers Club)
The club house was a vibrant and lively venue that pulsed with energy every night. Located in a secluded area of the clan, the building was designed to provide a private and exclusive space for the clan members to let loose and have fun.
As you stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by the thumping sound of music and the flashing lights of the dance floor. The air was electric, filled with the excitement and laughter of the clan members as they danced, chatted, and enjoyed themselves.
The club house was lavishly decorated, with plush couches, glittering chandeliers, and state-of-the-art sound systems. The walls were adorned with vibrant artwork and neon lights, creating a futuristic and edgy ambiance.
Every night, the club house was transformed into a different theme, ranging from glamorous masquerade balls to neon-lit raves. The clan members would dress up accordingly, showcasing their creativity and flair.
The club house also featured a range of activities and games, from pool tables and arcade machines to karaoke stages and DJ booths. There was always something for everyone, ensuring that no one ever got bored.
Despite the wild and carefree atmosphere, the club house was also a place where the clan members could relax and unwind. They would often gather in the lounge areas, sharing stories and laughter as they sipped on their favorite drinks.
Overall, the club house was the heart of the clan’s social scene, a place where they could let their hair down and have the time of their lives every night.
Harmony came in with an elderly woman, she was really surprised to see the amount of people.
“Join the other maids and start serving, please be careful,” said the elderly woman with a polite smile.
Harmony looked at the people in surprise, still confused.
“Serve?” she asked. But the woman was already gone.
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“Isn’t that the girl, she is hot,” Virus grinned, watching her with Alessandro. They are in a special side of the club.
Venom remained silent, still watching her.
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Harmony saw her brother behind the bar, making cocktails. He looked at her disapprovingly but smiled slightly, continuing his work.
“He looks so hot making that cocktail,” Stalker commented.
“You have fall flat girl “ Ghost grinned.
“The girl is so hot,” Reaper whistled, and they all looked at her.
“That’s true, and I think I like her too,” Ghost said.
“Me too,” Hacker grinned, and they all looked at him.
“I am sure she will be older than you,” Stalker scoffed.
“What did you mean?” Hacker rolled his eyes.
“Don’t start, okay? Stop teasing him,” Reaper said, and they all laughed, except Butcher, who remained silent.
“I just hate her gut,” Snake said angrily. She was obviously jealous of how she got attention from people.
Hardin watched Harmony from afar, his eyes fixed on her.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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“Can you look for my phone, I think it fell on the ground?” asked one of the men she served asked.
Harmony looked around uncomfortably before bending down, what she wore inside was exposed, so the guys were watching her with a smile. One of them was about to touch her when a bottle crashed into his head. He went down immediately. It was actually Hardin, he was breathing angrily, no one knows when he got to them. The other two guys wanted to fight him, but he beat them easily.
“Don’t you dare go near my sister again,” he yelled, glaring at their bloody faces.
“Wow, interesting!” Virus exclaimed. Alessandro just watch silently.
“Are you all dead?” Hardin asked further and they all shook their head, he scoffed and took his sister out of the place.
“Can you give him to me? He is amazing, please?” Virus asked with a fake pout but Alessandro ignore him.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 1 – 10
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