BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
BY KATHY D
(JEALOUSY)
After gently bathing Alessandro, Harmony helped him to the bedroom, her hands cradling his waist as he leaned on her for support. She eased him onto the bed, her fingers lingering on his skin as she helped him settle in. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the gentle curve of his lips.
But as she looked into his eyes, Harmony saw a glimmer of something else – a hint of darkness, a flicker of intensity that made her heart race with fear. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he gazed at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could see right through her.
“Let me help you with your wound,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she reached for the bandages.
Alessandro’s gaze never left hers as she worked, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle with unease. She could feel his eyes on her, boring into her skin like a weight.
Once she finished, Harmony helped Alessandro into a clean shirt and pants, her hands moving quickly as she assisted him. She couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid of what she might see there.
“Thank you, Gattino,” he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Harmony nodded, her heart racing as she turned to leave. But Alessandro’s voice stopped her.
“Don’t go,Sleep on the couch, and let me know if I need anything.”
Harmony hesitated, unsure if she should stay. But something in Alessandro’s tone made her afraid to refuse. She nodded, settling onto the couch as he lay back on the bed, his eyes closing in exhaustion.
As the night wore on, Harmony found herself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the sound of Alessandro’s gentle breathing. But she was aware of him stirring, his scent filling the air as he settled into a deep sleep.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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The news of Victor Conti’s death spread like wildfire, racing through the country’s communication channels with lightning speed. The clan’s members were in a state of confusion and curiosity, their whispers and speculations filling the air.
In a dimly lit room, a figure watched the news unfold on TV, his face hidden behind a mask. Overlord Rosario let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with admiration.
“Victor Conti, you were a true loyalist,” he said, his voice dripping with respect. “I’m impressed. You chose to die rather than betray me. That takes courage.”
Rosario leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he continued to watch the news. “Your sacrifice won’t go unnoticed, Conti. Your clan will be promoted, and your legacy will live on.”
As the news anchor spoke of Conti’s death,Rosario’s mask glinted in the flickering light. He was a man who valued loyalty above all else, and Conti’s final act had earned his respect.
“Your death will be a catalyst for change,” Rosario whispered, his eyes glinting with intrigue. “The balance of power will shift, and new alliances will be forged. And I will be watching, always watching.”
With a flick of his wrist, Rosario turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness. His mask seemed to absorb the shadows, making him all but invisible. But his presence was palpable, a reminder that the wheels of power were always turning, and he was the one turning them.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Godfather Marco sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect from the gathered mafia members. “My dear associates,” he began, his voice low and gravelly, “I have called you here today to discuss a most lucrative opportunity.”
The room fell silent, all eyes fixed on Marco as he continued. “Our… sources have informed us of a hidden gold reserve, deep within the Black Jungle. This gold is worth a staggering forty billion euros.”
A collective whistle echoed through the room, followed by excited murmurs and nods. Marco raised a hand, silencing the group. “I know what you’re thinking. This is a dangerous play. But I assure you, the reward is worth the risk.”
Virus and Venom, Marco underboss exchanged a look, their faces set with determination. They knew what was at stake.
“Many… Clans have been searching for this gold,” Marco continued, his eyes scanning the room. “But we are the first to find it. And next week, we will be the ones to claim it.”
The mafia members leaned in, their eyes fixed on Marco as he outlined the plan. Virus and Venom would lead the operation, using their “persuasive” skills to ensure the gold was “acquired” and brought back to the family.
As Marco finished speaking, he nodded to Virus and Venom, who took over the briefing. “We’ll need to move quickly,” Virus said, his voice low and urgent. “Other families will be sniffing around, trying to get in on the action. We must be the first to reach the gold.”
Venom nodded in agreement. “We’ll use our… Strength to ensure a smooth operation”
The gang members nodded, eager to prove themselves and earn a share of the profits. They knew what was at stake – a payday unlike any other.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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“How did you feel about this?” Ghost asked Stalker as they headed to their room, still buzzing from the meeting and the excitement about the gold.
“I’m so excited! It means we’re rich!” Stalker grinned, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
“Aren’t you afraid, though?” Ghost asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “I’ve heard how dangerous the place is, and there are supposed to be traps set everywhere. What if something happens?”
Stalker smirked mischievously. “Are you afraid right now?”
Ghost chuckled. “No, of course not!”
“Then let’s go for it!” Stalker exclaimed. “I trust our underbosses. We’re going to get that gold!”
Ghost nodded, her face set with determination. “I do trust them. I should go now,” she said and hurried off to her room.
Stalker saw Hardin walking into the bar and followed him, ordering alcohol and sitting down beside him. “Hey,” she said after a moment, and he turned to her.
“I’m sorry about the other day,” she said with a smile. “I got carried away and didn’t notice your mouth. I’ll be more considerate from now on and tone down my talkativeness.”
Hardin’s expression softened. “It’s okay, I was at fault too. I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that when you were just trying to be nice.”
Stalker waved her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. I just wanted to clear the air so you wouldn’t think we’re fighting.”
Hardin nodded. “Okay then, you can join me for a drink.”
Stalker glanced at her watch. “I have to go now, maybe later.” And with that, she left.
Hardin continued sipping his wine, his mind troubled. It had been a long time since he’d seen his sister Harmony, and he couldn’t shake off the worry that had been growing inside him. He wished he could see her, just to know she was okay. He was trying to lay low, as he’d been told, to avoid putting her in trouble. The thought of her being punished was unbearable. He couldn’t bear the thought of it.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Ghost walked into the room, her eyes scanning the space until they landed on Hacker. He was sitting on the couch, a big grin on his face and a small gift box in his hand.
“Hey, Ghost!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I got you something!”
Ghost raised an eyebrow as she approached him. “What is it?” she asked, her voice neutral.
Hacker held out the gift box, his grin faltering for a moment as Ghost took it from him. She opened the box, revealing a small, delicate necklace inside.
“It’s pretty,” Ghost said, her voice softening slightly.
Hacker’s grin returned. “I thought you’d like it! I saw it and immediately thought of you.”
Ghost looked up at him, a small smile on her face. “Thanks, Hacker. That’s really sweet of you.”
But then, instead of hugging him or thanking him properly, Ghost reached out and patted him on the head. “You’re a good kid, Hacker.”
Hacker’s face fell, his grin disappearing. “Ghost, I’m not a kid!” he protested, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Ghost looked at him and she just laughed. “Oh, Hacker. You’re so cute when you’re pouting.”
Hacker scowled, feeling frustrated. Why did Ghost always have to treat him like a kid? Couldn’t she see that he was a grown man, capable of taking care of himself? He sighed, feeling a bit disappointed in Ghost’s reaction.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Pedro arrived at his club with a guest, a wealthy businessman who had requested a private table. As they were led to the VIP lounge, the man’s eyes landed on Rica, Pedro’s daughter, who was serving drinks with a smile.
The man couldn’t take his eyes off Rica, and Pedro noticed. “Ah, my daughter, Rica,” he said proudly. “She’s a gem, isn’t she?”
The man nodded, his gaze still fixed on Rica. “Yes, she’s beautiful. I want her to strip for me.”
“Really, I don’t think I can allow that” Pedro disagreed.
“What if I am willing to pay a billion euros, are you still going to refuse?” The man asked with a smirk.
Pedro’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Ah, my friend, you’re a man of great taste! I’ll make sure she does more than just strip for you.”
Without hesitation, Pedro called Rica over to the VIP lounge. “Rica, my dear, this gentleman wants you to strip for him. Make him happy, and I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
Rica’s eyes widened in shock. “Father, no! I can’t do that!”
Pedro’s face darkened. “Don’t be difficult, Rica. This man is willing to pay top dollar for your services. You’ll do as I say, or you’ll suffer the consequences.”
Rico, Rica’s twin brother, tried to intervene. “Father, please, don’t make her do this. It’s not right!”
Pedro’s anger flared. “You stay out of this, Rico! This doesn’t concern you!”
As Pedro raised his hand to strike Rico, Rica stood her ground. “No, Father! I won’t do it!”
Pedro’s face twisted in rage. “Fine! You want to be stubborn? Then you’ll suffer the consequences!”
With a cruel smile, Pedro grabbed Rica’s arm and dragged her to the stage. “Dance for the gentleman, Rica. Make him happy, or you’ll regret it!”
“You know what I can do “ he snarl angrily.
Tears streaming down her face, Rica began to dance, her body shaking in anger and humiliation. The man watched with a cruel grin, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
As the performance ended, Pedro turned to the man. “Well, my friend, was she to your liking?”
The man nodded, his smile growing wider. “Yes, she was exquisite. I’ll make sure to pay you well for her services.”
Pedro beamed with pride. “Ah, my daughter, Rica. She’s a true gem, isn’t she?”
Rica tears fell more, she fell so dirty, dancing for a man older than her father, Rico couldn’t do anything but just watch with his fist folded.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Mauler swung open her door, expecting to find the hallway empty. But Butcher was leaning against the wall, his eyes fixed on her with an intense gaze.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What is it?” she asked warily.
“I want you to keep giving me attention,” Butcher said, “I like it when you talk to me, when you acknowledge me. It makes me feel important.”
Mauler’s confusion turned to alarm. “What are you talking about, Butcher? I don’t understand.”
Butcher just smiled, his lips curling up in a way that made Mauler’s blood run cold. “You know exactly what I mean, Mauler. I just want to feel connected to you, that’s all.”
Mauler took a step back, her mind racing. This was insane. Butcher was being completely unreasonable. “You’re a psycho,” she spat, trying to keep her voice steady.
Butcher just chuckled, his smile growing wider. “Maybe,” he said. “But I just want to be around you, Mauler. You’re interesting to me.”
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Mauler shaken and confused. What did he mean by “interesting”? And why was he being so creepy and clingy? Mauler didn’t know what to make of it, but she knew one thing for sure – she was going to steer clear of Butcher from now on.
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BECOMING HIS PLAYTHING : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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Alessandro’s eyes narrowed as he watched Harmony emerge from Hacker’s room, a spark of curiosity igniting within him. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing there,
Without hesitation, he sent for her, his message curt and commanding. Harmony arrived at his doorstep, her eyes wide with fear, unsure of what she had done to warrant this summons.
“Come in,” Alessandro said, his voice cold and detached, his eyes boring into hers.
Harmony hesitated, then stepped inside, her hands trembling. “Y-yes, sir?”
Alessandro’s gaze pierced hers. “What’s your relationship with Hacker?”
Harmony’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. “N-nothing, sir. We just…talk sometimes.”
Alessandro raised an eyebrow. “People think otherwise. Your closeness is…strange.”
Harmony’s face paled. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”
Alessandro leaned forward, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. “I’m asking because I own you, Harmony. And I don’t want any other man near you, I don’t want you near anyone as long as you are still owned by me.”
Harmony’s breath caught, her heart racing. “Y-you don’t have to worry about that, sir. I…I wouldn’t dare.”
Alessandro’s expression didn’t change, but his voice dropped to a low growl. “See that you don’t.”
“Did you need anything sir?” She asked and picked on her fingers since he wouldn’t stop looking at her.
“Yes, I need you, you know what to do “ he said coldly, her breath seized.
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