BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
BY KATHY D
(MINE)
Harmony moved around the room for a while, still trying to process what Alessandro had told her. His words continued to resonate in her mind, and she couldn’t believe he had actually said them to her.
She approached the bed, which was neatly arranged thanks to her efforts. She sat down and slowly lay back, letting out a soft smile as she rolled around the bed.
Alessandro’s voice echoed in her head, “You should lay on my bed,” and she giggled, unsure why she felt so excited about it. She was just happy.
“He likes my scent,” she muttered, smelling her body, still puzzled about what was so special about it. A look of confusion crossed her face.
But her smile soon faded as she remembered the hurtful things he had done to her and the possibility of more to come. “Jerk,” she muttered with a deep frown, her eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.
Before she knew it, her eyes grew heavy, and she fell asleep on the huge bed, a peaceful expression on her face.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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Alessandro moved around his mansion, a roll of weed dangling from his lips. He wished to stay outside for a while, but the air was thick with smoke from the abundance of weed. Still, he wasn’t ready to stop yet; he was accustomed to it.
Hacker approached him, a grin spreading across his face.
“What do you want?” Alessandro asked curtly, expecting Hacker to speak up.
“I finally found the remaining two,” Hacker said proudly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Really?” Alessandro raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Yeah, one is the Don of ‘Bloody Silvers,’ and the other is the Don of ‘The Devils,'” Hacker announced, his grin growing wider as he licked his lollipop.
Alessandro’s expression turned cold. “How did you get their info?” he demanded, his eyes narrowing.
Hacker’s grin faltered for a moment before he continued, “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really want to help, so I found every possible way. And I’m so happy… I also noticed something.”
Alessandro’s gaze intensified. “What did you notice?”
Hacker’s smile returned. “Those five people you want me to find – Overlord Rosario and the four Dons. Their clans are the biggest in the country. I think we’ll soon be in the top five, taking the position from The Evil Syndicate – Pedro’s clan.”
Alessandro’s eyes narrowed. “If they’re in the top five, does that mean they want something from the families they killed?”
Hacker’s grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. “Maybe they want to keep secrets about something too… but who are those people?”
Alessandro’s expression turned icy. “No questions, Hacker.” He turned to leave.
Hacker called out, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. “Boss?”
Alessandro turned back, his eyes questioning.
“Can you take me out once, please?” Hacker asked, his eyes pleading.
Alessandro’s expression softened slightly. “Why?”
Hacker’s grin returned, and he asked, “Because I see you like my older brother. Can I call you brother?”
Alessandro’s expression turned cold once more. “Never,” he scoffed and left, leaving Hacker looking down, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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Alessandro entered his room, his eyes fixed on Harmony, who was already asleep on the bed. He walked past her, his footsteps quiet, and made his way to his painting room. The urge to create was overwhelming, and he began to paint the portrait of Overlord Rosario, his brushstrokes bold and intense. He wished he could see the face of the person who had killed his family, the pain and anger still simmering beneath the surface.
His family’s murder was a mystery, and the culprits were five powerful individuals in the mafia world. Doctor Antonio Argento was the mastermind behind the killings, but Alessandro couldn’t fathom why they had targeted his family. The question haunted him, fueling his desire for revenge.
“I’ll find out,” he whispered to himself, his eyes burning with determination. “I’ll hunt them down, one by one.” He is going to start with the Don of BLACK MAMBA.
He painted the portraits of all five culprits, his art a reflection of his anger and hurt. By the time he finished, his room was filled with the images of those who had destroyed his family.
As he returned to his bedroom, he noticed that Harmony had left, the bed now empty. He lay down, his eyes closing slowly, his mind still racing with thoughts of revenge and justice.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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Harmony had just finished cleaning the mansion with the other maids when two people suddenly stopped in front of her. She looked at them fearfully, unsure of what to expect, but they both broke into warm smiles.
“You’re so cute, Harmony,” Mauler said, her smile genuine. “I’m Mauler.”
“Nice to meet you,” Harmony replied nervously.
“You know me already,” Stalker chimed in, “so we’re going shopping, and we want you to come with us. We promise to buy you lots of clothes!”
Harmony’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh? Why?”
Mauler’s smile faltered for a moment before she replied, “Because we’re friends, and we like you. You don’t have to be afraid of us.”
Harmony’s fear began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of wonder. “Thanks,” she said, a small smile on her face. Maybe coming here wasn’t so bad after all.
Just then, Hacker appeared, his lollipop in hand. “Big sis, I got a new game! I think you’ll love it!”
Stalker playfully slapped his hand away. “We’ve got her already, Hacker. We’re going shopping now, so your game will have to wait.”
Hacker pouted but didn’t give up. “I’m coming with you!”
Mauler rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be a girls’ day out.”
Hacker scoffed. “You guys always treat me like a kid anyway.”
Stalker teased, “Are you admitting that we’re your big sis now?”
Hacker quickly shook his head. “Never! Harmony is the only one.”
Ghost suddenly appeared, her eyes fixed on Hacker. “Are you guys going shopping without me?”
Hacker looked down nervously, his behavior suspicious.
Stalker reassured her, “We were just about to call you.”
“You guys should go without me, I don’t feel like going anymore” Hacker said.
“What? Why did you change your mind?” Mauler asked. Ghost also noticed he has been acting weird around her, he couldn’t help but to wonder why?.
Reapers, the fifth member of the group, suddenly appeared, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Did I hear about shopping? Let’s have some fun!” He grab Hacker with him.
With that, the group set off in one of the cars, Harmony dressed up and ready for a day of adventure.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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Hardin entered the training room, expecting to be alone, but was surprised to see Snake already there. She was punching the punching bag with intense ferocity, as if channeling all her anger into it. When their eyes met, she frowned, and Hardin scoffed, starting his own training routine.
They worked out in silence, each minding their own business, until they both approached the treadmill at the same time. They stared at each other, expecting the other to back down.
“I got here first,” Hardin said, his tone assertive. “You should use the other one.”
Snake countered, “I saw you coming and still chose this one. You should be the one to leave.”
Hardin rolled his eyes. “Why would I do that? Don’t be delusional.”
Snake stood her ground. “I won’t leave. You can either stay or go.”
Their gazes locked in a tense standoff before Hardin relented, leaving Snake to claim the treadmill. As he walked away, Snake let out a triumphant smirk, but her victory was short-lived. She misstepped and fell, but Hardin quickly caught her, his hands around her waist.
Snake angrily demanded, “Did I tell you to help me?” Hardin released her, and she fell to the ground.
As he walked away, Snake yelled, “Fuck you, jerk! You’ll regret this! Watch your back!”
Hardin smirked and muttered, “You should be the one watching your back.”
Just then, he noticed Butcher staring at him from the window. Hardin wasn’t surprised, but his expression turned cautious.
He walked toward Butcher, who didn’t even try to leave. “What’s your deal?” Hardin asked coldly, his eyes narrowing.
Butcher smiled, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “I’m just interested in you. You look so familiar. Have we met somewhere?”
Hardin scoffed, his expression dismissive. “I don’t think so. I haven’t seen a jerk like you before.”
Butcher’s smile grew wider. “I think I have, though. Or are you trying to hide something?”
Hardin’s eyes flashed with anger. “Stop butting into my business. It could get dangerous.”
Butcher’s smile never wavered. “That just makes me more interested. I don’t think I can stop.”
Hardin’s voice was venomous. “Then you’ll just have to accept whatever happens next.”
With that, he turned and left, leaving Butcher to chuckle to himself. “He’s so worked up. Who are you, Hardin?”
Butcher’s eyes sparkled with intrigue as he thought to himself, “He’s definitely hiding something, but what is it? He’s strange, and I won’t rest until I remember when I knew him.”
With a determined glint in his eye, Butcher left, his mind already racing with possibilities.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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Different cars drove into the clan, filling the grounds with an array of vehicles. Mafia children and heirs arrived at the Ruthless Reapers clan, some heading to the bar to enjoy themselves, others resting from their travels, and some touring the clan. The clan’s popularity had soared since Venom and Virus were announced as underbosses.
Three cars arrived simultaneously, and two guards rushed to open the doors. Pedro’s twins, Rica and Rico, emerged, looking dashing and elegant. They drew attention, especially Rica, whose stunning face captivated many. Virus watched her with a smirk from his hiding spot. “Look who we have here,” he chuckled, his eyes meeting Rica’s, who rolled hers in response.
As they entered the grand hall, everyone awaited the arrival of the esteemed Lord Roman. The atmosphere was tense, with heirs and members mingling cautiously, aware of the presence of ruthless individuals.
Suddenly, twenty cars arrived, and the members gathered around, watching with curiosity. Guards emerged, their extravagant clothing exuding wealth. They surrounded a car, guns drawn, before the door opened. A pair of black, expensive leather shoes appeared, followed by a tall, masked figure. His face was hidden, but his handsomeness was evident. He approached Godfather Marco, Virus, and Venom, who welcomed him with respect.
“We are honored to have you here, Lord Roman,” Godfather Marco said, bowing.
Roman ignored him, his gaze fixed on Venom and Virus. “You must be Venom. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, his eyes on Alessandro.
“I’ve heard a lot about you too,” Alessandro replied coldly, his heart burning with anger.
Roman’s gaze shifted to Virus. “And you must be Virus. I hope we get along.”
Virus smiled, his lips visible behind his mask.
Just then, a car arrived, and those who went shopping emerged, laden with bags. Harmony’s bag was particularly large, filled with purchases for herself and Star. Roman’s eyes locked onto her, his gaze lingering until she disappeared from sight. Alessandro glared at him, seething with anger, as they led Roman around the compound.
“You have a nice clan,” Roman said, smiling.
“Not as good as your empire,” Virus replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.
As they continued the tour, Alessandro struggled to maintain his composure, his anger simmering just below the surface.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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All the maids were call together and a new type of uniform were giving to them all.
“We have a lot of guest today, so you are all going to serve” the head of maid said. Harmony look around uncomfortably, she could see the amount of people present, how could she serve them but she knows she didn’t have any choice now but to do that.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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The heirs had just finished their meeting, and it was time for their get-together and socializing. The hall was filled with people, all chatting and laughing with each other. Roman remained close to Alessandro and Virus, observing the party while engaging in conversation with them.
Rica couldn’t help but gaze at Alessandro, feeling a pang of sadness that he didn’t even glance in her direction. She wondered if he saw her as an enemy, and wished he would at least look at her.
Meanwhile, Rico stood up beside Alessandro and walked over to sit opposite Roman. His father had instructed him to get on Roman’s good side, warning him of the consequences if he failed. Rico attempted to initiate a conversation, but Roman ignored him, focusing on the surrounding crowd.
Rico tried again, determined to capture Roman’s attention. “So, Lord Roman, what do you think of our clan’s gatherings?” he asked, forcing a smile.
Roman barely acknowledged him, his gaze sweeping over the room as if searching for someone more interesting to talk to. Rico’s face fell, but he refused to give up. He knew the importance of building a connection with Roman, no matter how challenging it seemed.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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“Hey, beauty,” Virus called out, sitting beside Rica. She glared at him angrily, but he just smiled. “You look so mad at me. Come on, smile,” he teased.
Rica scoffed, “Can you just leave me alone?” and turned back to Alessandro, but he didn’t even acknowledge her presence.
Virus leaned in, his voice low. “I see you’re into my brother. I can help you.”
Rica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really?”
Virus nodded. “Yes, but you have to kiss me first. I want a taste of you too. You look like my type of girl.”
Rica’s face flushed with anger. “You’re so shameless!”
Virus smirked. “I know, barbie.”
Rica cursed under her breath and stormed off. Virus chuckled, watching her go.
As the party escalated, strippers took the stage, including male strippers. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, weed, tobacco, cigarettes, and hard drugs. Maids circulated with desserts, dropping them in front of the guests. Some men flirted shamelessly with the maids, who looked down, unable to protest.
Godfather Marco had warned them to let the heirs do whatever they wanted, hoping to impress them and gain their favor. The maids were instructed to be accommodating, no matter what.
The party had become a wild and decadent affair, with no signs of slowing down.
Alessandro’s frown deepened as Harmony approached, her beauty captivating the attention of everyone around her. She drop the dessert on the table, she was so nervous, she turn to go, Roman’s smile grew wider as he grasped her hand, his eyes gleaming with interest.
“You’re so pretty. How about you be my girl?” Roman asked, his smirk confident.
Harmony’s eyes darted nervously to Alessandro before responding, “I…I…belong to Master Venom.”
Roman’s gaze shifted to Alessandro, his question hanging in the air. Virus intervened, “Yeah, she’s his slave.”
Roman’s smile never wavered. “But I really want her. Tell me, how much are you willing to sell her to me? I’ll send the payment right now.”
Harmony struggled to free herself, her voice trembling. “Let me go, please!”
Roman’s grip tightened, his fingers tracing her tears. “Don’t cry, Bambino. I think I’ll own you soon.”
Alessandro’s patience snapped. He pressed the gun to Roman’s head, his voice low and deadly. “If you don’t take your hand off my girl now, I’ll blow your head off. And I fucking mean it.”
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. Roman’s smile faltered, his eyes widening in shock. Harmony’s eyes met Alessandro’s, a mix of fear and gratitude in her gaze.
“Ah, Alessandro, my friend,” Roman said, his voice measured, “I didn’t know you were so attached to your slave.”
Alessandro’s gaze never wavered. “She’s mine. And I won’t let anyone touch her, mine only.” He said and set the gun.
The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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