😈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘🩸
(The Reign Of Monsters)
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞
𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟕𖣘
{𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍}
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Madam Celine glared at the man seated before her, a potent mix of h@të and fear simmering beneath her composed facade. She had been silently observing as he lounged in her chair, idly toying with the cash she had left on her desk.
“You profit handsomely from these girls” Vladimir remarked, flashing a sly grin as Madam Celine averted her gaze.
“And what of it?” she replied, her tone guarded.
“How much was hers?” he inquired, adjusting his posture to maintain eye contact.
“Whose?” Madam Celine furrowed her brow in confusion.
“Gavino’s last pet” he clarified, causing her to tense involuntarily.
A sense of dread washed over Madam Celine as Vladimir smirked, relishing the fear evident in her expression.
“Let me hazard a guess. Five million, perhaps ten?” he taunted.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled with fear.
“A man who’s about to expedite your meeting with your maker” he replied, a half-smile playing on his lips, though his eyes held a lethal gleam.
Madam Celine took a cautious step backward, her hand inching towards the dagger concealed within her dress.
“No sudden movements” Vladimir growled, swiftly raising his firearm and firing a warning shot.
“Aargh!” She cried out, clutching her wounded arm as blood seeped from the gunshot wound.
“I’m attempting to engage in civilized discourse here. Don’t force my hand” he cautioned sternly.
Squatting before her, Vladimir lifted her chin with the barrel of his gun, locking eyes with her.
“Let’s return to our discussion. A mother selling her daughter, am I correct?” he pressed.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to” she replied, avoiding his gaze.
“Really?” Vladimir chuckled darkly.
As he rose to his feet and momentarily turned away, Madam Celine exhaled a sigh of relief. But her respite was short-lived as he swiftly pivoted and aimed the gun at her forehead.
The echoing gunshot reverberated through the Red House, catching the attention of Leona and Delrico, who had just arrived.
Delrico instinctively intertwined his fingers with Leona’s, sensing her distress as her complexion paled and goosebumps dotted her skin.
Witnessing Vladimir’s departure from the Red House, Leona moved to confront him, but Delrico intervened, preventing her from leaving.
“You’re not going out there” he stated firmly, restraining her.
“I have to” she protested, struggling against his hold.
“You’re staying right here” he insisted.
“Let me go!”
“Leona!!!” Delrico’s voice was sharp, commanding her attention.
Realizing that Vladimir was already out of sight, Leona relented, turning to face Delrico with tear-filled eyes.
“Not a word” he warned, his gaze unwavering.
Leona collapsed into his shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sought solace in his arms.
“It’s alright, Amore, I’m here” Delrico murmured softly, gently stroking her hair and pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.”
✮𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐁✮
(Computer Lab)
The day had been a whirlwind of stress for Flame. Sitting in front of the computer screen for hours on end, she felt her eyes strain and her mind grow weary from the endless tasks that demanded her attention. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, she finally made the decision to shut down the machines.
With a sigh of relief, Flame rose from her chair, stretching her arms above her head as she let out a tired yawn. Just as she began to unwind, she felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. Surprised but not alarmed, Flame recognized the touch immediately and couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness wash over her.
“You’re quite the workaholic” came the hoarse voice of Nevio, breaking the silence that had settled previously. He leaned in, placing a wet kiss on her neck, causing Flame to shiver.
“And when did you sneak in?” she asked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she turned to face him.
“Not too long ago” he replied with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I couldn’t resist the urge to see what had those fingers of yours typing so feverishly.”
Flame chuckled softly at his remark, feeling a warmth spread through her at his presence. Before she could utter another word, Nevio closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Flame responded eagerly at first, her mind clouded with desire, but as the kiss lingered, a pang of guilt tugged at her conscience.
“We need to stop this madness” she whispered, pulling away reluctantly, her voice barely above a murmur.
Nevio’s expression softened, but his eyes held a determination. “If this is madness,” he said, his voice low and serious, “then I want to drown in every bit of it’s insanity.”
Flame could hardly process his words when Nevio kissed her again, his lips trailing down to nibble at her lower lip. She couldn’t suppress a soft Mõ@n as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming freely over her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t deny.
“Nevio…” she gasped, surrendering herself to the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.
✮•✮•✮
The room was shrouded in darkness, a fitting veil for the sinister deeds transpiring within its confines. Gavino loomed over the girl, a puppet at the mercy of his dark desires. Her fragile form trembled beneath him as she bled profusely from her V@?i?@ and nose, battered and broken by his relentless brutality. Yet, to her aggressor, her suffering held no significance.
Consumed by darkness, Gavino became a possessed man, his anger growing with each callous th-ru_st, drowning out the girl’s silent pleas. As he finally withdrew from his lifeless victim, a sickening realization washed over him, forcing him to confront the reality of his actions.
Instead of remorse, he felt a chilling emptiness, his hatred consuming him entirely. With Ryder’s help, the evidence of his transgression was swiftly disposed of.
“Take me to the Red House” he commanded venomously after freshening up. “I have a score to settle with that whore for sending an amateur to me.”
“She’s dead” Ryder proclaimed, bringing Gavino to a sudden halt.
The news struck him like a bolt from the blue, sending shockwaves through his fractured psyche.
“What do you mean?” he demanded, confusion giving way to unease.
“Celine and her men were murdered by an unknown assailant.”
“An unknown assailant?” Gavino grimaced.
“I need you to find out everything” he mandated. “Every detail, every clue, no matter how small. I want answers.”
And as Ryder nodded, Gavino knew that his quest for vengeance had only just begun.
{𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐗𝐘’𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄}
Elmira woke up to the harsh sunlight streaming on her glowing face, frowned as she realized she was in someone else’s house. Swiftly getting up, she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. Though not as lavish as the mob’s mansion, she didn’t complain; it seemed like a fair start.
“Hope you slept well?” Floxy inquired, and Elmira turned to see her standing there.
In the daylight, Elmira could properly appreciate Floxy’s physique, though she couldn’t help but feel it was wasted on pleasing lustful men.
“Yes, I did. Buongiorno (Good morning)” she greeted respectfully.
“Morning, cutie” Floxy smiled sweetly, dropping some items on the bed. “Shower, dress, and come out for breakfast” she instructed before leaving.
Elmira glanced at the items: toiletries, a big white t-shirt, and new underwear. Grateful, she took them and headed for the bathroom.
After cleaning up, she joined Floxy for breakfast, the sweet aroma of the food greeting her as she entered the dining area.
“Your expression tells me you’ll love the food” Floxy teased, placing plates on the table.
Elmira helped set things in order, unaware of Floxy stealing glances, especially at her exposed thighs.
“Please go put on shorts. I’m bi” she confessed after some internal struggle.
Elmira hurriedly obeyed and returned to start eating.
“This is very nice” she complimented.
“Grazie (Thank you)” Floxy smiled, watching Elmira fill her mouth with more food.
“So, do you mind telling me which Don you escaped from?” She asked softly.
Elmira sighed, feeling the weight of the collar on her neck where Floxy’s eyes had been. She quickly removed it to prevent further speculation.
“I don’t want to talk about him” she snarled, hating the reminder of Gavino.
“I understand. No one would want to describe hell if they paid it a visit” Floxy muttered, reaching out to hold Elmira’s hand tenderly.
“Thanks for understanding” she said, offering a faint smile.
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𝐓𝐁𝐂…➪
