😈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘🩸
(The Reign Of Monsters)
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞
𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟔𖣘
{𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒}
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Inside the once beautifully decorated hall for the jewels exhibition lies a scene of massacre. Dead bodies and bullets cover the once glittering, clean floor, now stained with blood splattered all over the walls.
During the chaos, Gavino fights tirelessly, with Delrico by his side. He returned after ensuring Leona was safely hidden. The two Dons live up to their titles, ruthlessly dispatching anyone who crosses their path.
Their opponents prove equally formidable, providing a worthy challenge for both of them, as they refuse to go down without a fight.
Currently, the brothers-in-arms hide in a concealed space, strategizing their next move.
“Heard these stones are worth twenty million pounds each” Delrico remarks, referring to the necklace Gavino purchased, nestled beside them in a black bag.
“Also one of Elizabeth’s finest pieces” Gavino affirmed, wiping sweat from his brow as he removed his suit jacket, leaving him in a white shirt, and adjusted his tie.
“Papa mentioned the organizers weren’t fully briefed, so they likely assumed a hundred million was a fair bargain” Delrico concluded.
“All I care about is getting this done and leaving” Gavino states, lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves, which Delrico takes and smiles.
“Let’s go bid farewell” he grinned, tapping his pistol. They burst out, unleashing bullets on their foes with ferocity.
Unaware of the gun aimed at him, Delrico focuses on his target. Gavino gasps as the shooter aims at him without warning.
“Rico!” he calls out, prompting Delrico to turn just in time to take a bullet to the stomach instead of his intended target.
The impact sends him to the ground, writhing in pain. Enraged, Gavino retaliates, dispatching the shooter before rushing to check on his brother.
“Hey! Stay with me” he urges, slapping Delrico’s cheeks to keep him conscious.
“Argh!” Delrico groaned, clutching his wound.
Gavino hastily opens his shirt to inspect the injury, only to find Delrico barely bruised – wearing a bulletproof vest.
“You thought I wasn’t prepared?” Delrico grinned weakly, earning a punch from Gavino.
“Ouch! That hurts, @$$hOle” he spits.
“I’d gladly finish what they started” Gavino threatens, brandishing his pistol.
“You care too much to do that” Delrico smirked, prompting Gavino to scoff and stand up.
“Don!” Ryder calls out as he and Tiago rush in. “I took care of those outside” he reports, while Tiago helps Delrico up for support.
Gavino nods solemnly before remembering something.
“Where is she?” he asks, his eyes widening.
“Who?” they inquire.
“My girl” he replies, and they realize she’s missing.
Gavino searches with his men but concludes she’s been taken.
“She must’ve been kidnapped” Delrico muses.
“I doubt it” Ryder countered.
“We counted the cars used in the ambush – they’re all here” Tiago adds.
“Then where is she?”
“She escaped” Gavino answers flatly, and they turn to him, puzzled.
“Why do you think that?” Delrico asked.
“Only a fool would waste such an opportunity” he replies, expressionless.
Leaving the hall in bloodied attire, Gavino discards his stained weapon and drives off into the night.
✮•✮•✮
Finding herself being dragged into the darkness by an unknown assailant, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Elmira’s veins. With a swift and decisive movement, she gripped the wrist of her attacker, summoning every ounce of strength within her to flip the individual onto the unforgiving concrete floor.
The culprit let out a sharp yelp of surprise, and Elmira’s eyes widened in astonishment as she beheld her unexpected adversary—a lady, much older than herself.
Stepping back cautiously, Elmira assessed the situation, her heart still racing from the sudden altercation.
“Girl, have you been taking Taekwondo classes?” the lady inquired, rising to her feet, and brushing off the dust from her clothes.
“Why did you attack me?” Elmira demanded, her fists clenched in readiness for any further confrontation.
“Attack?” the lady raised an eyebrow. “I was trying to protect you” she explained matter-of-factly.
“Protect me from what?” Elmira questioned, her initial apprehension beginning to give way to confusion.
“The dangers that befall anyone who wanders these streets cluelessly at night” came the enigmatic response.
Elmira felt a pang of remorse for her hasty reaction, realizing that she had perhaps acted with good intentions. Releasing the tension in her fists, she let out a deep sigh of apology.
“Sorry” she mumbled, casting her gaze downward in embarrassment.
“What’s your name?” the lady asked, her gaze sharp and assessing.
“Mira” Elmira responded tentatively.
“Mirabelle, or just Mira?” she pressed further.
“That’s for you to wonder” Elmira snapped.
“Well then, I’ll go with my stage name. I’m Floxy” she introduced herself with a self-assured grin.
Elmira’s eyes darted over Floxy’s unconventional attire—bum shorts, fishnet tights, and a revealing tank top—prompting a silent question about the nature of her profession.
“Spare yourself the speculation. I’m a stripper” Floxy answered as if reading Elmira’s thoughts.
The admission made Elmira squirm with discomfort, the memory of her predicament as someone’s captive flashing through her mind.
“Lost, or do you have a destination in mind?” Floxy questioned, her tone casual yet probing.
“None of your business” Elmira retorted, her defenses rising once more as she resumed walking.
“Trust me, you’ll be in the papers by morning” Floxy’s words stopped Elmira in her tracks, a shiver running down her spine at the implication.
Before Elmira could respond, Floxy made an unexpected offer.
“Feel free to come stay over at my place” she said with a smug smile, striding past Elmira confidently.
As Elmira watched Floxy disappear into the darkness, she found herself torn between apprehension and curiosity, unsure of what to do.
✮•✮•✮
Gavino stepped into the shelter of his suite, his body a canvas painted with sweat and blood, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin. With deliberate movements, he unbuttoned the garment, revealing a tapestry of bruises and stains. His trousers followed suit, pooling at his feet before he shed his boxers, leaving him naked.
The bathroom beckoned, offering solace in the form of a cascading torrent. His eyes met the expectant jacuzzi, but he turned away, opting instead for the purifying welcome of the shower.
As the icy water sluiced over his weary form, a fleeting sense of relief washed over him, accompanied by a contented sigh. He ran his fingers through his damp, tousled curls, momentarily lulled by the gentle assault on his senses. Yet, tranquility was short-lived as memories of Elmira’s treachery clawed their way back into his consciousness.
Fists clenched, he unleashed a torrent of fury upon the unyielding wall, each blow a symphony of rage and pain. Knuckles bruised and bloodied, he exhaled sharply, his breaths coming in jagged gasps as he grappled with the tempest raging within him.
In the recesses of his mind, dark fantasies took root, visions of retribution unfolding in grotesque detail. Elmira’s fate played out before him, each scenario more macabre than the last.
Emerging from the crucible of his thoughts, he stepped out of the shower, clothed in a robe that barely concealed the chiseled contours of his physique. Dark tattoos adorned his chest, a stark contrast to the pallor of his tan skin. His countenance remained inscrutable, betraying no hint of the turmoil that raged beneath the surface.
The door creaked open, a harbinger of intrusion, yet he paid it no heed, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the confines of his sanctuary.
“Good evening, Master” Jinx’s voice broke the silence.
“I believe you have something to tell me” his voice was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of command.
“I… um” her words faltered, a tremor betraying her composure as she clutched at the fabric of her dress.
“Speak!” he thundered, his patience worn thin by her hesitation.
“I’m sorry I failed you, Master” she wavered as she sank to her knees.
“Failed me?” Gavino scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “No, you failed yourself” he spat, rising from his perch to loom over her trembling form.
“After everything I’ve done for you, you dare to betray me?” his words dripped with venom.
Jinx wilted beneath his gaze, her defiance crumbling in the face of his wrath. In an instant, he seized her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly into the air. She gasped for breath, her struggles futile against the vice-like grip that held her captive.
“Please…” she whispered her plea, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Just one task” Gavino growled, his grip tightening with each word. “One simple task!” he roared.
“You were supposed to keep watch over her, to report her every move to me. And what the hell did you do?” he scorned. “You conspired in her escape!”
“I’m sor…” Jinx’s words caught in her throat, choked off by the crushing weight of his grip.
“Stop uttering those words!” Gavino snapped, hurling her across the room with a force born of fury.
She collided with a nearby table, the impact sending shockwaves of pain coursing through her body. She lay there, broken and bleeding, whimpering in agony.
A knock shattered the ongoing chaos, drawing Gavino’s attention momentarily. After getting acknowledgment, the intruder barged in, trailing behind him a girl.
“Here she is, Don” Chase announced, presenting the sëx worker.
“Leave!” Gavino commanded hoarsely, his attention already drifting back to the broken figure at his feet. “Take that wretch with you, and see to it that she receives no food or water” he ordered.
Chase nodded, dragging Jinx from the room in her pitiful state.
Alone once more, Gavino turned his gaze to the girl trembling a few meters before him.
“Shall I dictate your duties?” He glowered, his eyes smoldering with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
With shaky hands, she shed her slutty clothes, laying herself bare on his altar of desire with legs wide apart enough to display her awaiting V@?i?@. As she surrendered to the inevitable, she braced herself for the unforgettable night of traumatizing pain she was about to endure.
✮𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄✮
Madam Celine reclined comfortably in her swivel chair, spinning slowly while counting her earnings for the day.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and that’s a new wig” she giggled, happily playing with the cash.
Hearing loud noises coming from outside, she halted her activity and quickly retrieved a gun from her drawer to investigate the source of the disturbance.
Upon opening the door, she witnessed one of her bodyguards with a broad, see-through hole in his forehead. She screamed, sidestepping as the body fell to the ground.
Suddenly, a gun was pointed at her forehead, causing her to gasp and twitch in great fright.
“Ciao! (Hello!)” a mysterious man with blood smeared on his face smiled malevolently at her.
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𝐓𝐁𝐂…➪
