BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 11 – 20

BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 11 – 20

BY KATHY D 💕💕

(CUTE GATTINO)

“Awake already, Gattino?” He asked with a cold tone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at her.

She quickly snapped her eyes open, her body shaking furiously. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…please don’t be mad,” she begged, her voice trembling.

Alessandro’s expression remained unreadable, but his voice was laced with a hint of amusement. “What are you doing on my bed?”

Harmony’s face flushed as she stuttered, “I-I wasn’t tired…but you didn’t come…it wasn’t intentional…”

Alessandro’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he spoke, his voice firm but controlled. “That should be the last time. Get out.”

Harmony hastily obeyed, her heart racing as she reached the door. But just as she was about to exit, Alessandro’s voice stopped her.

“Stop.”

She turned back, her eyes wide with fear. “Y-yes?”

Alessandro’s expression was still unreadable, but his voice was laced with a hint of curiosity. “I’m hungry. What can you make for me?”

Harmony’s face lit up with a mix of relief and nervousness. “W-what do you want me to cook?”

Alessandro’s gaze seemed to bore into her soul as he replied, “Something light and quick. And don’t poison it.”

Harmony’s eyes widened in fear as she nodded hastily and scurried to the kitchen. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that Alessandro was toying with her, testing her limits.

As she cooked, her mind raced with thoughts of escape and rebellion. But for now, she was trapped in this gilded cage, forced to obey Alessandro’s every whim.
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She dropped the food off at the dining table, but Alessandro wasn’t around. So, she decided to head to his room. He was busy typing away on his laptop while lounging on the bed. When he noticed her standing there, he looked up.

“The food is ready,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alessandro stood up and walked straight to the dining table, with Harmony following closely behind. She arranged the food in front of him, her hands shaking slightly.

As they sat down to eat, Harmony held her breath, expecting Alessandro to say something. But he remained silent, his expression unreadable.

“You should eat first,” he said finally, his voice firm.

“Pardon?” Harmony asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Didn’t the other maid tell you?” Alessandro asked, his tone blank. “You have to taste any food you prepared first, in case you poisoned it.”

Harmony’s eyes widened in horror. “What? I can’t, I won’t!” she exclaimed.

Alessandro’s gaze turned cold. “Who knows, Gattino?” he said, his voice dripping with skepticism.

Harmony hesitated, then took a small bite of the noodles. Alessandro watched her, his expression unchanging.

“More,” he said, his voice firm.

Harmony ate almost half of the food, her heart racing with anxiety.

As they finished eating, Alessandro spoke up. “You will be the one to always clean my room in the evening.”

Harmony nodded sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. The room was huge, and the task seemed daunting.

“Okay, you can go,” Alessandro said finally, his voice dismissive.

Harmony bowed and quickly exited the room, her heart heavy with emotion. Everywhere was dark and scary, and she had to run all the way back to her room. Star was already asleep, so Harmony lay down beside her, her mind racing with thoughts.
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.EVIL SYNDICATE

The atmosphere was tense and quiet, as everyone knew the boss was in a foul mood. No one dared to upset him, lest they face the consequences.

The twins, Rico and Rica, knelt in front of their father, who was puffing on his pipe. Two girls stood beside him, their eyes cast down. He took a long, angry drag from his pipe, and then suddenly threw it at Rico, hitting him on the head. Blood began to drip from Rico’s wound.

Rico clenched his fists in anger, but kept his head down. “You both are useless, totally useless!” their father yelled, kicking Rico again. Rico fell to the ground, his lip bleeding and swollen.

“Dad!” Rica shouted, but he silenced her with a glare. “Shut up, you bitch!”

Their father’s anger was directed at the twins. “I can’t believe you allowed that boy to take the money! How could you? It’s only been two years since he was introduced as the underboss of Godfather Marco, and now their clan is growing bigger than mine! You’re both useless! Get out, now!”

The twins quickly stood up and left the room, Rica following her brother to his room. “You shouldn’t think too much about what he said…” she began, but the sound of the door slamming shut cut her off. She sighed and went to her own room.

As she showered, Rica couldn’t help but think of Alessandro, the image of him fighting etched in her mind. She smiled to herself, finding him quite attractive. But then her thoughts turned to Virus, and her expression darkened. “That jerk,” she muttered to herself.
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THE RUTHLESS REAPERS

All the gang members were in the training room, busy with their respective activities. Ghost was shooting targets, Stalker was practicing archery, Hacker was running on the treadmill, and Reaper was punching a bag. Butcher stood beside them, observing silently.

The atmosphere was lively, with everyone in high spirits due to the recent cash windfall. Godfather Marco had even promised a party for that night, which they eagerly anticipated.

Suddenly, Hardin entered the room, and the atmosphere shifted. Everyone fell silent, staring at him. He ignored them and went straight to the second punching bag, beginning to hit it with all his might.

Stalker approached him, grinning. “Hey,” she said, introducing herself. “I’m Stalker.”

Ghost and Hacker followed suit, introducing themselves as well. Hardin wondered what a young boy like Hacker was doing in a dangerous place like this.

Just then, Sniper and Mauler entered the room, identical twins with contrasting personalities. While Sniper was cold and reserved, Mauler was talkative and fun-loving.

“Nice to meet you all,” Hardin said, his eyes meeting Butcher’s for a brief moment before looking away.

Virus invited Hardin to his special training room, where he asked Hardin about his impressions. Hardin replied that he thought it would be better, thanking Virus for the choice.

Virus smiled, intrigued by Hardin’s fighting skills. “Are you in a gang or what?” he asked, moving closer to Hardin.

Hardin quickly replied that he just loved training and left the room. Virus muttered to himself, “Why can’t I just believe that?”

As Virus continued his training, he suddenly remembered Rica and let out a dark chuckle. “She’s pretty anyway,” he smiled, recalling the anger on her face when he teased her.
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Hacker beamed with excitement as he entered the boss’s office. He was thrilled to be summoned by Alessandro and eager to assist him.

“You called for me?” Hacker asked, taking a seat opposite Alessandro.

Alessandro handed him a hard drive. “Check this out. Maybe you can identify the people in it. Don’t ask any questions.”

Hacker’s eyes widened as he watched the video. “Those five people standing behind Anthonio Argento… I can identify them for you.”

“Go on,” Alessandro said, leaning forward.

Hacker grinned. “One of them is the Don of BLACK MAMBA. I recognize the tattoo on his shoulder. The second one is the boss of EVIL SYNDICATE – Pedro.”

Alessandro’s eyes narrowed. “Really? I didn’t know that.”

Hacker continued, “I can’t identify the two on the right yet, but the person in the center is Overlord Rosario.”

“Who’s that?” Alessandro asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Hacker expression turned grim. “He’s the overlord of all the mafia clans in Italy. Feared across the country. His members are ruthless and dangerous.”

Hacker’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “But why are they killing people? Who are they killing?”

Alessandro’s expression turned stern. “I told you, no questions.”

Hacker nodded enthusiastically. “I’m happy to help, and I promise to find out who those two people are.”

Alessandro’s gaze intensified. “No one should know about this. Keep it sealed.”

Hacker grinned mischievously. “My mouth is sealed.” He quickly exited the room, leaving Alessandro to ponder the revelations.

He couldn’t believe Pedro is among the people in the video and he hasn’t noticed all this while.

Meanwhile, Harmony smiled as she walked, feeling relieved that her brother was in good shape. She decided to rest before starting her cleaning duties tonight. Suddenly, Hacker touched her arm, and she turned to see his big grin.

“Hey!” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Hey, Hacker!” Harmony replied, returning the smile.

“What are you doing now?” Hacker asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“Just want to sleep,” Harmony said, her eyes drooping slightly.

Hacker’s face lit up. “But I’m bored right now! Let’s do something together, big sis. Can I call you that?”

Harmony chuckled and nodded. “
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Soon, they arrived in Hacker’s room, and Harmony’s eyes widened in amazement. The room was filled with computers and games. “This is awesome!” she exclaimed, her smile brightening up the room.

“Let’s have fun, big sis!” Hacker said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. They sat together, and soon their cheers and laughter filled the entire room as they battled each other in the games.

As they played, Harmony couldn’t help but notice how much fun she was having. Hacker’s enthusiasm was infectious, and she found herself laughing and cheering along with him. The games brought out a competitive streak in her, and she was determined to win.

Hacker, on the other hand, was thrilled to have Harmony to play with. He loved showing off his gaming skills, and Harmony was a great sport. Together, they created a joyful atmosphere, filled with laughter and excitement.

As the night wore on, Harmony realized she had forgotten all about her cleaning duties. She was having too much fun with Hacker to worry about anything else. And Hacker, well, he was just happy to have someone to share his passions with.
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LATER IN THE EVENING

The dimly lit room pulsed with the rhythmic thumping of music, the air thick with anticipation. Godfather Marco, Virus, and Alessandro sat in a plush, velvet-draped area, sipping on fine scotch as they gazed out at the spectacle before them.

The strip club’s main stage showcased a mesmerizing performance, with dancers expertly entertaining the rowdy crowd. As the gang members celebrated their recent victory in securing the money, the atmosphere was electric. Cheers and whistles filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter.

The three leaders, however, maintained a more subdued demeanor, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and calculation. Godfather Marco, resplendent in his tailored suit, nodded approvingly as he watched the performance, his eyes gleaming with a hint of pride. Virus, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, a sly grin spreading across his face. Alessandro, ever the enigma, observed the scene with an air of quiet intensity, his gaze darting between the dancers and his companions.

“Where is your doll? I haven’t seen her,” Godfather Marco suddenly asked.

“I think you will see her soon; she is pretty,” Virus replied before Alessandro could say anything.

“What about her brother?” Godfather Marco asked as Hardin came into the party.

“Still watching,” Alessandro muttered.

“He is really good,” Virus smiled.

“What up, Hard Guy? You look so fine,” Stalker said with a smile, her eyes roaming around his body like a pervert.

“You two,” Hardin said uncomfortably, looking around the club and sighing in satisfaction when Harmony wasn’t among those serving. He collected alcohol and sipped from it, then suddenly turned and met Butcher’s glare.

He scoffed and looked away. Butcher just smiled.

“Do you think he is Vegas? His skill is quite familiar,” Virus asked Alessandro as they watched Hardin.

“I doubt that,” Alessandro muttered, and Snake sat on his lap immediately. Virus just rolled his eyes without saying anything.

“Should we have fun tonight?” Snake asked, wanting to kiss him, but he moved his head and pushed her off his lap. Ghost and Stalker chuckled, watching them.
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Harmony jumped on Alessandro’s bed, unable to help herself. She was done cleaning the whole room, and he wouldn’t even allow her to leave without his permission.

“Jerk, having fun while I am bored to death here,” she scoffed angrily, rolling around. She suddenly smiled when she remembered her fun with Hacker today; she had finally found a partner to play games with, and that made her really happy. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow. The fact that she was someone’s big sis made her grin wider. She rolled around again and suddenly heard a sound coming from a nearby door, one of the numerous doors in his room.

She wanted to ignore it, but when the sound came a few more times, curiosity got the better of her, and she walked to the door. She twisted the handle, and it opened easily. She pushed her head inside, but nothing was there, which gave her more courage, and she entered the room deeper.

She could see a lot of pictures and paintings; she could recognize Alessandro when he was young. It seemed like he was with his parents and younger brother; he looked so cute then that she couldn’t help but smile. She touched his face, wondering what could make such a happy person become a devil. She wondered where his parents were.

She moved toward his painting; it was the painting of his family, Virus, and Godfather Marco. She was amazed to see that he painted; she couldn’t believe he had such a side.

As she turned, she suddenly heard a sound and her eyes widened in terror. A tiger stood before her, its eyes fixed on hers as it let out a thunderous roar. She shouted and dashed out of the room, turning back to see the tiger pursuing her. She rushed towards the exit door, praying to God that she wasn’t ready to die. Just as she approached the door, it swung open and she jumped onto the person standing there, her hands wrapping around their neck while their hands grasped her waist.

Alessandro’s face was etched with a frown as he gazed at the little “Gattino” (kitten) clinging to his body.

“Get down,” he said coldly. But she refused to budge, her voice stubborn. “I won’t,” she said, resting her head on his chest.

“Not until you get rid of that beast.” Her voice trembled with fear.

BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 11 – 20

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