BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
BY KATHY D
(BATH ME)
Her eyes were closed, her lips poker-straight as she moved closer to him. Alessandro stared at her lips, still trying to figure out what she was up to. Suddenly, he stood up, and she fell.
“What the hell is wrong with her?” he said coldly, not realizing she had been trying to kiss him. He left the painting room and lay on his bed, remembering what Hacker had told him. A big smile spread across his face. He really needed to hunt…
“Hey,” Mauler said, entering her sister’s room. Sniper was throwing darts at a board, not even acknowledging her presence. “What was that all about?” Mauler asked again, and Sniper finally looked at her. “What are you talking about?” Sniper asked coldly, dropping the dart.
“What is with the way you treat that girl? That’s so bad,” Mauler said, and Sniper frowned deeply.
“I can’t believe you came here because of that bitch,” Sniper said.
“That’s so bad. I don’t think she’s ever offended you to deserve that. Or wait… did you still have a crush on the boss?” Mauler asked, and Sniper’s face went red with anger.
“I thought you said you were over him already?” Mauler asked, and Sniper’s expression turned icy.
“Well, you’re too dumb to believe that. I can’t get over him that easily when I see him almost every day. And now, some bitch comes from nowhere and wants to take him from me?” Sniper said angrily.
“Sniper, you can’t start this shit now. Remember when I dated a guy in college, not knowing you had a crush on him? You poisoned me, I almost died!” Mauler yelled.
“And I’ll do more than that to her if she tries to take Alessandro from me,” Sniper said without remorse.
“Why her? You didn’t do anything when he was close to Snake. You even told me you were over him,” Mauler accused.
“That’s because I know he felt nothing for her. He’s just using her to keep his company,” Sniper snapped.
“Then what’s the difference? She’s just his slave, remember? Don’t hurt the innocent girl,” Mauler said.
“There are differences. Alessandro didn’t like to be touched, but he held her hand. She’s his maid. He’s on break for a week, and she’s with him in his room. So, there’s a difference,” Sniper snapped angrily.
“You like a man, you won’t approach them, none talk to them, but you’ll keep hurting anyone they’re in a relationship with!” Mauler yelled at her.
“That is because I don’t share what belongs to me,” Sniper said, her eyes gleaming with possessiveness.
“You’re crazy, really crazy,” Mauler shook her head, her expression a mix of frustration and concern.
“I know that already,” Sniper said, chuckling maniacally. “If anything happens to her, just know I won’t sit back and watch because she’s my friend.” Mauler left, and Sniper’s eyes turned sour as she watched her sister go.
“You just have to wait and watch then,” Sniper said, her voice dripping with malice. She shattered her room, lay on her bed, and brought out her phone, which was full of photos of Alessandro. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with obsession, as she stared at the pictures.
“I won’t let anyone take you away from me, I won’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. She stripped herself naked and stood in front of the photos, touching herself while moaning Alessandro’s name.
Mauler went to the bar to drink away her frustration, still trying to process her sister’s behavior. She couldn’t believe Sniper hadn’t changed, despite her efforts to bring back the nice girl she once was. Mauler ruffled her hair and groaned in frustration.
“Did you just like troubling me? Because I don’t know why you always show up around me?” a voice asked coldly beside her. She saw Butcher, who was giving her an accusing glance.
“Why did you think I’m interested in you? I talked to you that day because I thought you might be bored, but I realized you’re a jerk and won’t change. So please, stop thinking highly of yourself. It’s annoying,” she snapped angrily and left the bar.
Butcher didn’t say anything and just watched her until she was out of sight. He downed his alcohol and stood up, his mind still troubled by the same thought. Hardin! Harmony! They both looked familiar, but where exactly had he seen them before? He couldn’t pinpoint it, and it was driving him crazy. He kept thinking about it until he finally fell asleep.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Alessandro woke up in the middle of the night, feeling extremely thirsty. He managed to stand up and walked gently towards his fridge to get a drink. After quenching his thirst, he sat down on the couch and began to flip through a book that Godfather Marco had sent him. As he read through a few pages, he started to feel cold and decided to head back to his room. But then, he suddenly remembered Harmony and wondered if she might have already left. He decided to check on her and was surprised to find her still lying on the floor, her arms wrapped around her body, shivering from the cold. Despite the chill, she didn’t stir from her sleep.
Alessandro gazed at her face for a while, then turned to leave, but changed his mind. He gently picked her up and placed her on the couch in his room, covering her with a big blanket. As he turned to leave, he caught a whiff of her natural lotus scent and was drawn to it. He soon fell asleep on his bed, the scent lingering in his mind.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Snake stretched lazily and rolled around on the bed, opening her eyes to find the room too bright. She quickly closed them, realizing that someone must have left the window open. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was surprised to see someone emerging from the bathroom, wearing only boxers and a towel around their neck. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized the person, and she quickly sat up, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” she asked angrily, her brow furrowed in annoyance.
“Your room?” Hardin asked blankly, his expression confused. He looked around the room, his eyes squinting slightly.
She finally looked around, realizing that the room wasn’t hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth dropped open.
“Why…am I…here?” she asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly.
“I should be the one asking you that,” Hardin scoffed, his expression incredulous. “You suddenly came into my room last night, stripping yourself as if you were trying to seduce me.” He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with amusement.
She gasped, realizing what she was wearing, and quickly covered herself with a blanket. Her face turned bright red with embarrassment.
“Something didn’t happen between us, right?” she asked nervously, her eyes wide with worry.
“Of course not,” Hardin said, his expression dismissive. “Why would I want to have something to do with someone like you? You’re not even close to my type of girl.” He shrugged, his eyes rolling slightly.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, her voice barely above a whisper. “I must have thought this was my room after drinking a little last night.” She looked down, her face flushed with shame.
“Whatever,” Hardin scoffed, his expression unimpressed. “I don’t want this to be repeated. Please.” He turned away, his eyes scanning the room for his shirt.
She quickly packed her clothes and ran out of the room, her face still flushed with embarrassment.
“Something happening between me and her? That can never be possible,” Hardin scoffed to himself, his expression amused.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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.Harmony was already awake, but her eyes remained closed, as if trying to block out the memories of the previous night. However, the events were still fresh in her mind, and she couldn’t shake them off.
“Get up,” a harsh voice suddenly commanded, and her eyes snapped open. She gulped nervously as they met his gaze.
“Morning, boss,” she greeted, her voice trembling slightly, and didn’t raise her head up, as if afraid to meet his eyes.
“What you did yesterday mustn’t repeat itself again. This will be the last time,” he warned coldly, his expression stern.
Harmony wondered why he was warning her instead of giving her a suitable punishment. Maybe it was because she had saved his life.
“I won’t, I am so sorry,” she apologized, but he had already left the room, leaving her to breathe a sigh of relief. She was safe, for now.
As she slowly got up from the couch, her body felt heavy, and her mind was still trying to process the events of the previous night. She knew she had to be more careful and avoid any further mistakes that could put her in danger.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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RED VIPER CLUB
Victor Conti, the Don of Black Mamba, stepped out of his sleek black car and onto the dimly lit street. He adjusted his cufflinks and straightened his tailored suit, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a hint of paranoia. This was his favorite club, Red Viper, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself without fear of judgment. But it was also a secret he kept hidden from the rest of the world, a secret that could ruin his reputation as a ruthless mafia lord. You see, Red Viper was a gay club, and Conti knew that his association with it would be seen as a weakness by his enemies and even some of his own people.
As he entered the club, the bouncer gave him a subtle nod, and Conti slipped inside unnoticed. The pulsating music and flashing lights enveloped him, and he made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of excitement and caution. He had always been careful to keep his visits to the club secret, using underground entrances and secret passages to avoid detection.
He went to his private room, the place specifically made for him,just as he was about to order a drink, a figure emerged from the shadows. Alessandro. Conti’s expression didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He had been expecting this.
“Venom,” Conti said, his voice low and even. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Alessandro’s face was a mask of calm, but his eyes burned with intensity. “Conti, you’re not really hard to find.”
Conti chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “I’m a busy man, so why are you here?” He asked.
Alessandro’s gaze locked onto Conti’s, his voice dripping with accusation. “You’re one of the top five Dons who killed my family. I want to know why.”
Conti’s smile never wavered, but his eyes seemed to glaze over, a hint of nostalgia flickering in their depths. “Ah, yes. The past. It’s a complicated web, Alessandro. But I’ll tell you this much – Antonio Argento came to me with an interesting proposal. And I accepted it.”
Alessandro’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. “What was the proposal about?”
Conti’s smile grew wider, but his eyes seemed to bore into Alessandro’s soul. “That, my dear Venom, is something I’ll take to my grave.”
And with that, Conti’s expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with a hint of steel. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of liquid, his movements swift and deliberate. Before Alessandro could react, Conti downed the liquid in one swift motion.
Alessandro’s eyes widened in shock as Conti’s body began to convulse, his face contorting in agony. “No!” Alessandro shouted, but it was too late. Conti’s body slumped to the ground, his eyes frozen in a permanent stare.
Alessandro stood there, stunned, his mind reeling with questions. What had Conti meant? What was the proposal about? And why had he killed himself instead of revealing the truth?
The music and laughter of the club seemed to fade into the background as Alessandro gazed down at Conti’s lifeless body, his thoughts consumed by the mystery and the deadly secrets that lingered in the shadows.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Virus stepped into the dimly lit club, the pulsating music and flashing lights enveloping him like a warm embrace. He had heard about this place, owned by Pedro and run by his children, Rico and Rica. Virus had always been curious about the mysterious club, and tonight, he decided to explore it. That’s a lie actually, he was actually here because of…Rica.
As he made his way through the crowd, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, and he turned to see Rica, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and wariness.
“Virus, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice husky and confident.
Virus smiled, his eyes locked on hers. “I missed you, Rica. I had to see you again.”
Rica’s expression changed, a hint of shock and curiosity. She nodded to Rico, who stood nearby, and dragged Virus to a secret room in the back of the club.
The room was dimly lit, the music muffled, and Virus felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of curiosity. Rica confronted him, her eyes blazing with intensity.
“What do you want, Virus? Why are you here?”
Virus’s smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. “I told you, Rica. I missed you. I wanted to see you again.”
Rica’s face was inches from his, her breath warm on his skin. “You’re playing with fire, Virus. You know that.” She said angrily.
Virus’s hands moved swiftly, caging her against the wall as his lips crashed down on hers. Rica struggled to break free, but Virus’s grip was strong, his kiss intense and passionate. Slowly, Rica’s resistance faded, and she gave in to the kiss, her body responding to Virus’s touch.
But just as suddenly, Virus stopped himself, his hands releasing Rica as he stepped back, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Until next time, Rica,” he whispered, his eyes glinting with promise.
Rica stood there, shocked, her body still reeling from the intensity of the kiss. Virus turned and left, disappearing into the crowd, leaving Rica to wonder what had just happened.
“Did she just allow that jerk to kiss her?” She swallows at the thought.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Alessandro trudged into the bathroom, his mind still reeling from the events of the night. He couldn’t believe Victor Conti had taken his own life right in front of him. The shock and disbelief still lingered, making his body feel heavy and unresponsive.
“Gattino” Harmony hear as she came into the room.
“Boss?” Harmony ventured, her voice trembling slightly as she entered the bathroom.
Alessandro grunted, his eyes fixed on the showerhead. “I need your help.”
Harmony hesitated, her eyes darting around the room. “W-what do you need, boss?”
“I can’t move my arm. Bathe me,” he growled, his voice rough from stress and exhaustion.
“What?” She asked in shock.
“You hear me, I haven’t have my bath since yesterday and now, I am stressed” he said coldly.
“But I….. can’t…you…”
“Now” he yelled at her
Harmony flinched but nodded, her hands shaking slightly as she began to undress him. Alessandro didn’t move, his eyes fixed on the wall as she struggled to remove his shirt.
“Boss, p-please,” she stuttered, trying to cover his nakedness.
Alessandro snarled, his patience wearing thin. “Just bathe me, Harmony. I don’t have all night.”
Harmony’s eyes welled up with tears, but she complied, her touch hesitant and fearful. Alessandro didn’t notice, his mind consumed by the truma of the night. He stood there, his eyes closed, as Harmony washed him in silence, her hands trembling with fear.
BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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