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The Aftermath
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2025-07-10 02:34:35
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His Plaything The Bounty Hunter
[Giovanni]I was whistling a country tune when the blood finally stopped leaking from the sink. Warm water washed over my hands in soothing little swirls, pink-tinted and oddly calming. I liked this part—clean hands, clean mind. My sleeves were already rolled up to the elbows, though the cuffs of my white shirt had long been decorated with blood spatters that weren't mine. I twisted the faucet shut and reached for the towel hanging from the oven handle.Behind me, someone groaned.A wet, throaty kind of sound. Like someone trying to swallow pain but failing miserably. I smiled to myself, drying each finger meticulously before sliding on my black leather gloves, one by one. I took my time. Good art often calls for patience.On the kitchen counter sat a small, dark chocolate coloured suede pouch. I flipped it open gently. Inside, nestled in neat rows like precious instruments, were my scalpels—different shapes, different edges, all polished to a fault. I admired them for a moment. So d
His Plaything The Aftermath
[Bianca]Dante didn’t say much after.Just leaned into me, breath hot and shallow on my neck, his body too tense, like he hadn’t quite returned from whatever place he’d disappeared into during the carnage.I let him hold me a little longer. Maybe for his sake. Maybe for mine.But eventually, I whispered, “We need to go.”He nodded—barely. When I helped him up, he winced so sharply I thought he’d black out. His weight slumped against my shoulder and I had to steady myself so we didn’t both end up face-first on the warehouse floor. He limped hard, dragging his feet as we made our way out. Every step must’ve sent waves of pain through his body—he was probably nursing more than one cracked rib. Maybe worse. Thankfully, no gun wounds.Still, he didn’t complain. Just clenched his jaw and kept going like he was too proud to be human.We made it to his car somehow, and I all but shoved him into the back seat. He groaned, collapsing across the leather like he’d finally let gravity win. I jumpe
His Plaything Praise Me
[Bianca]The stench of cigar smoke was enough to make me want to gag. The thug seated beside me had an arm slung over my shoulders, his sweat mixing with the greasy tobacco stench clinging to his clothes. I tried to turn my face away, but he only grinned wider, pressing closer as if he was unaware of his own stink.“The things I could do to you, gorgeous,” he said, sounding disgustingly sly.I glared at him, wrinkling my nose. “The least you could do is brush your damn teeth.”His expression dropped.The hand gripping my shoulder moved to the back of my head, and before I could brace myself, he slammed my skull against the car window.Crack.Everything went dark after that.When I woke, my head throbbed like it had been split open and glued back together. I was seated on cold concrete, arms bound painfully behind me and looped around what felt like a thick metal pillar. My legs were numb probably from sitting on my knees for too long, and my cheeks were sticky with dried blood.The fa
His Plaything Little Red Riding
[Bianca]Anxious didn't even begin to describe my first full day working under Dante.Maybe it was because I hadn't had a proper office job in years, or maybe it was because of him—the deranged narcissist who seemed to think "assistant" meant glorified errand mule with benefits.Dante had me darting in and out of the elevator like I was trying to win an Olympic medal in coffee-fetching. If it wasn't a missing pen, it was printer paper. If it wasn't paper, it was gum. And if it wasn't gum, then apparently his royal throat was suddenly dry and needed "hydration."God forbid the man actually stand up and get water like a normal person.To make matters worse, I hadn't eaten all day. No breakfast, no lunch, not even a light snack. Just water and the aroma of his beverages.At some point, I finally snapped."Dante," I said, rubbing my temple as I rose from the seat across from him. "I'm going on a break, I'm starving."He didn't bother looking up. "Wait a moment—it's almost closing time."I
His Plaything Trouble Comes In Threes
[Bianca]It was a knock that woke me the next morning. I'd wanted to ignore it, hell I'd only come here because Cassandra had gone somewhere and forgotten to leave the spare key. She wasn't answering her calls or texts either and I was beyond exhausted after such a busy day. I only meant to nap on the sofa before showering since I was all sticky and sweaty from such a long day. But somehow, exhaustion had overwhelmed me.From Dante's office antics to his doctor, Bella, and then the trip to the scrapyard. One good thing that had come out of it was the name 'Sara Lee' who was likely Keith's mother. It took a while but I'd made stops at a few police stations after the scrapyard. I was about to give up when one claimed that Keith had been moved to rehab. Nothing had come up about Anna yet and my donor's identity was still a mystery.KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKThe knock came again, louder than before. I slowly got off the bed, feeling the sluggishness within my bones. I caught my reflection in t
His Plaything The Fun Of It
[Dante]I didn’t leave the office until well after sunset. Not because I had nothing better to do—if anything, the day had been unusually productive and busy. From sex with Bianca to finally silencing that insufferable doctor once and for all, I’d crossed off most of the day’s regular obligations. By all metrics, it had been a good day.But the work never really ended. I wasn’t particularly fond of it. I didn’t find spreadsheets, meetings, or documentation fulfilling. Still, I had no intention of ever stooping to poverty. Not now. Not five years from now. Not even on my deathbed.I was thirty-one. Sooner or later, I’d have to consider retirement but before that came succession. That lovely word that terrified men who’d built empires. The moment you start thinking about who comes after you, you start realising you’re not immortal. You start making exit plans—planning for your own obsolescence, wanting to make sure the next person to take over wouldn’t fuck up your life’s work.A succes
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