😈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘🩸
(The Reign Of Monsters)
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞
𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒𖣘
{𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘}
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✮𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐒✮
Gavino sat stoically in the large boardroom,
surrounded by his attentive board members.
The air was tense as they awaited his response.
“Sir, sir” a voice from among the members
seated beside Gavino attempted to capture his
attention, yet he remained unresponsive.
“Sir!?” Isabella chimed in, gently tapping him for
acknowledgment.
“I can hear you all; I am not deaf” Gavino
snapped. He removed his palm from his face,
fixing a stern gaze upon everyone, causing an
instant hush.
“Why did you call for my attention?” he inquired
icily.
“I am done with my presentation” a
bespectacled man spoke up.
“You are done?”
“Yes” he nodded.
“Wow! Take a look at that masterpiece” Gavino
exclaimed, prompting smiles from everyone
present.
“A masterpiece of trash” he added, and the room
fell silent.
“Do you expect that thing to give me profits?”
Gavino questioned, pointing at the necklace
displayed on the display screen. The designer
couldn’t muster a response; instead, he adjusted
his glasses and lowered his head.
“Who on this planet would want to buy that?
Your grandma?” Gavino barked, causing the
designer to flinch.
“I give you 30 seconds to get your miserable self
out of my company” he declared, and the
humiliated man promptly fled.
“If any of you gives me such a presentation
again, you will be on the streets of Italy begging
for a living” he warned the remaining members
before leaving them to contemplate his words.
Retreating to his main office, Gavino settled into
his chair and opened his laptop. Instead of
focusing on business applications, he clicked
on the camera monitoring Elmira’s room to
observe her activities.
To his surprise, Elmira was twerking in plain
view. The video captivated him for a few
minutes until a message interrupted his
amusement. Annoyed, he checked the sender –
saved as “Fat Pig” and an irritated growl
escaped from him.
The message urged him to stop by for a drink,
promising juicy news of interest.
“It better be worth it” Gavino muttered, tearing
his gaze away from Elmira. He reluctantly
closed his laptop, leaving the captivating scene
behind, and headed out to discover the
intriguing news that awaited him.
✮•✮•✮
Jinx’s persistent knocks on Elmira’s door
echoed through the hallway, but she remained
unresponsive. Perplexed by the absence of a
reply, Jinx grew increasingly concerned.
Realizing that the door wasn’t locked, Jinx
cautiously swung it open. To her surprise, she
stepped into a scene she hadn’t anticipated.
Donning a headset, Elmira showcased her skills,
effortlessly merging singing and twerking to the
beats of Ice Spice’s “Deli.” Jinx stood in the
doorway, jaw dropped, marveling at the
unexpected sight. The room pulsated with the
catchy lyrics, and Elmira flawlessly recited each
line with precision.
🎶 🎶 🎶
“She a baddie, she showin’ her P@?tië? (she
showin’ her P@?tië?)
She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly,
d@mn, d@mn)
Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in
Chanely)
But I’m still shakin’ @$$ in the deli (but I’m still
shakin’ @$$, grrah, grrah)
With my Bîtch gettin’ dirty (with my Bîtch gettin’
dirty)
He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty)
He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty
(grrah, grrah)
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m petty (grrah,
grrah)
Call me that bee while he eatin’ my honey (eatin’
my honey, d@mn)
You know n!gg@s like Bîtches with money
(Bîtches with money)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Takin’ her spot (grrah, grrah, grrah)
If you ain’t cookin’ then get off the pot
My name Ice but I always stay hot
Passenger princess, he pass me his knock
(grrah, grrah)
Baddest lil’ Bîtch from my block
Me and baddies be gettin’ along
So they always be singin’ my song
Steppin’ outside, I’ma put that Sh|t on (like, like)
Three hundred and then I perform (d@mn)
You know I’ma get to the bag
All the hatin’ Bîtches to the back (hatin’ Bîtches
to the back)
Too much to lose, so I cannot react (d@mn)
d@mn, Bîtches be goin’ out sad (grrah, grrah,
grrah)
🎶 🎶 🎶
Applause interrupted Elmira’s performance, and
she turned to find Jinx standing there,
thoroughly entertained.
“Please don’t stop; continue” Jinx urged,
pouting.
“It’s hard to do that, knowing someone is
watching” she replied shyly.
“Now I know why you asked for that” Jinx
remarked, referring to the borrowed headset.
“Gurl, you ate that song with those moves” she
added, taking a seat beside the bed.
“I don’t think I’m that good” Elmira blushed.
“That word ‘Good’ is far from you. You were a
ten out of ten” Jinx praised. “Who the hell is
Nicki when it comes to you?” She jested, and the
two burst into laughter.
“Why the brandy?” Elmira asked, observing the
bottle in Jinx’s hand.
“An @$$hOle broke my heart” Jinx candidly
revealed.
“What happened? Caught him in bed with
another?”
“No. His new chick sent me their sëx tape.”
“That must have stung a lot” Elmira
empathized.
“Not really” Jinx smiled sadly. “The relationship
was a rollercoaster ride.”
“Good riddance to bad rubbish” Elmira
remarked, opening the liquor.
“Yeah, good riddance” she agreed, watching
Elmira take a sip.
She started coughing, handing the bottle to Jinx,
and she laughed at her reaction.
“You can’t even handle a little alcohol” Jinx
teased.
“I avoid it whenever I sneak out with my friends
because it burns my throat a lot” Elmira
explained, rubbing her neck.
“That’s because you’re still a baby at drinking”
she said, pulling out a cigarette.
“You smoke too?” Elmira asked, surprised.
“Only when I’ve got a lot on my mind” she
replied. “Wanna have a try?”
“No, thank you.”
“Suit yourself, Holy Mary” Jinx chuckled,
exhaling smoke as she rested her head on the
bed.
✮𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐑✮
The neon lights flickered as Gavino pushed
open the heavy door to the bar’s exclusive VVIP
center. The air was thick with the pungent scent
of smoke and the distant murmur of laughter.
His eyes scanned the space and finally settled
on a nasty scene.
There, in the center of the room, was a corpulent
man named Thanakorn, French kissing one of
his boys. Gavino’s anger flared as he witnessed
the fat man’s lascivious display, surrounded by
scantily clad boys who seemed to revel in his
every touch.
“Did you call me to come and witness this
nonsense as the juicy news?” He growled.
The man, known as Big Than, broke the
lingering kiss with the boy and turned to face
Gavino. His smile, framed by gold and silver
teeth, hinted at a level of arrogance that
matched his physical stature. Thanakorn, an
Asian hailing from Thailand, earned his
moniker, “Big Than” not just from his size but
from the dirty games he played in the city’s
underbelly.
“You’re always in a haste” Big Than remarked
casually, as one of his boys lit a large cigarette
that dangled from his lips.
Gavino got highly irritated and turned on his
heel, ready to make a swift exit.
“Bet you don’t wanna know who paid the town a
visit?” Big Than’s voice halted Gavino.
“Who?” Gavino’s expression tightened as he
turned back to face the provocateur.
“Have a seat first” Big Than’s grin persisted,
smoke billowing from the oversized cigar he
held.
Reluctantly, Gavino sank into a plush leather
couch, his patience waning. Observing the
scene, one of the boys poured him a drink
without waiting for an invitation.
“Spill” he demanded.
Big Than leaned back in his opulent leather
chair, the tendrils of cigar smoke weaving
around him.
“We got a problem with the Eastside operation.
The Russians are encroaching on our turf” he
grumbled.
“Those vodka-drinking bastards never learn”
Gavino smirked.
Big Than nodded, exhaling a plume of smoke. “I
want you to handle it, Gavino. Make it clear that
our territory is off-limits. Send a few of your
boys to pay them a visit, let them know the
consequences of overstepping.”
“This is the kind of Sh|t I handle myself” he
replied, cracking his knuckles.
“Go to Sin City and ask Foxy for more info” Big
Than instructed. “She spent a night with their
leader before they left, but I doubt she has much
on him.”
“They have chosen the wrong place to mess
with” Gavino smiled devilishly and gulped down
his drink.
✮𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄’𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄✮
Sophie engrossed herself in the memories
captured within the worn photograph tightly
clutched in her hand. It wasn’t the first time she
had gazed at the image, but today held
poignant significance. The two smiling young
girls in the picture, nearly identical with
matching pigtails and yellow gowns, captured a
moment frozen in time. The only discernible
difference lay in their height—one was slightly
taller than the other.
A solitary tear traced a path down Sophie’s
cheek as she murmured, “How long are you
going to keep hiding from me?”
The tear landed softly on the photograph, and
she held it close to her chest, whispering,
“Please come back; it’s been years already.”
“Mum, I’m home” Idris’s boisterous voice echoed
from the living room, announcing his return.
Sophie hastily wiped away her tears, concealing
the photo inside her chest.
“I’m in the kitchen, baby” she called out, trying to
act normal.
Idris rushed into the kitchen immediately and
greeted his mother with an exuberant hug. In
return, Sophie embraced him tightly, planting a
gentle kiss on his soft hair.
“How was school?” she inquired, attempting to
steer the conversation away from the emotions
the photograph had stirred.
“Boring and stressful as always” Idris responded
nonchalantly, and Sophie chuckled.
“Can’t you try saying, ‘I learned a lot’?”
“Okay. I learned a whole lot of new things that
my brain feels like exploding with knowledge”
he quipped sarcastically.
Sophie laughed, appreciating his familiar
humor.
“You can never change” she remarked, shaking
her head before turning her attention back to the
task at hand—slicing carrots.
“Let me do that for you” Idris suggested,
reaching for the knife in her hand.
“Don’t worry; I can take care of things here. Just
go take a quick shower and wait for your meal”
Sophie insisted.
“I will handle lunch today while you stay on the
side and watch Incredible Idris do his thing” he
declared, a wink accompanying his boast.
“If that’s what the Incredible Idris wants, I’ll
happily watch from the side” Sophie conceded.
She removed her apron and playfully draped it
over her son.
“I love you, Son” she said, ruffling his hair
affectionately.
“Love you too, Mum. Try not to distract me; I
don’t want my future girlfriends complaining
that I’m a bad cook” he teased, eliciting more
smiles from her.
Throughout the cooking process, Sophie
observed Idris closely, intermittently releasing
sad smiles. Whenever a tear threatened to
betray her emotions, she swiftly wiped it away,
determined to shield her son from the questions
she wasn’t ready to answer.
✮𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓✮
Elmira ascended to the rooftop as directed by a
maid, finding Gavino seated handsomely,
engrossed in his laptop. He gestured for her to
sit on his lap, a routine she had grown
accustomed to.
Her eyes were drawn to an array of snacks on
the table, and a desire for one swept over her.
“Do you like sweets?” Gavino inquired, noting
her covert glances at the plates.
“I do” she responded promptly.
“They’re yours. Help yourself” he generously
offered.
Elmira’s joy soared, and she grabbed a handful
of gummy bears, munching away while Gavino
observed her.
“You’re eating it wrongly” he remarked, slipping
a marshmallow into his mouth. He kissed her,
sharing the snack and intertwining tongues.
Elmira experienced unexplained tingling
sensations as he performed mysterious actions
with his tongue and touch.
Gavino eventually broke the kiss,
acknowledging her need for air.
“I love what you’re wearing” he complimented,
his gaze lingering on her short lacey nightgown.
“Guess I’m not bad at picking clothes” he added,
licking his lips suggestively.
Elmira felt self-conscious under his gaze,
wishing she had chosen a less revealing attire.
“Tell me, Bambina” Gavino murmured. “Do you
crave my touch?” he asked, teasing one of her
hardened N?pplës.
Elmira’s initial reaction was incredulity. How
could he expect such after his questionable
actions?
“Do thoughts of me make you wet?” he
continued, lightly pinching her N?pplë while
whispering in her ear. Elmira, trying to maintain
composure, Mõ@ned softly, clenching her fist to
contain her response.
Suddenly, she felt a rush of embarrassment as
she involuntarily reacted to his advances,
dampening her pants. She bit her lower lip,
struggling to withstand his temptation.
His next words left her stunned, causing her to
drop the tightly held snack.
“Twerk for daddy, Bambina.”
.
.
.
𝐓𝐁𝐂…➪
