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We Might Have A Problem
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His Plaything We Might Have A Problem
[Dante]The pounding at the door didn't stop."Police! Open up!"For a moment, I didn't move. The disconnected static of the phone still rang in my ear, my pulse still syncing with the caller's last words.Then the knocking came again, harder.I exhaled slowly and went to the door. When I opened it, several officers stood on the porch, away from the drizzle, their uniforms wet. Behind them, a patrol car idled at the edge of the drive, lights flashing red and blue across the marble steps."Mr. Dante Wentworth?" one of them asked, his tone clipped and official."Yes," I said evenly.The older officer stepped forward, holding out a folded document encased in a plastic sleeve. "We have a search warrant for the premises."I studied it without taking it. "Search warrant," I repeated. "For what exactly?"He cleared his throat. "Evidence relating to the possible homicide of one Malcolm Lee."For a few seconds, the words lingered between us.Malcolm.The same man whose head had been delivered
His Plaything Murder Mystery
[Dante]"What? What do you mean?"The words came out sharper than I intended, but I was already sitting upright in bed, a frown spreading across my face.The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and professional. My private hand—a detective, fixer, dirt-digger, whatever label fit best—never wasted a breath. He said Bianca had booked a flight for this morning but never showed. No record of her boarding. No trace of her at the airport after check-in.I rubbed at my temples, trying to process, but he wasn't finished.He went on about the accident. The truck. The one that had rammed into my car that evening when Bianca was with me. Turns out it hadn't been an accident at all. The driver cracked under pressure, said he'd been paid to shadow my vehicle and hit us when given the chance. Apparently, it was an anonymous hire and he'd been paid in cash. The choice given to him was simple—take the money and carry out the task, or his family would pay instead.My jaw locked.The first th
His Plaything A Menace To Society
[Giovanni]I couldn't get a proper read on him. Not the way I wanted.Did he know about my little encounter with his alter ego, or was he still blissfully in the dark? Dante's face gave away nothing. His reactions were too controlled, his expressions too faint. No hint that he suspected me, or that he knew who I really was.Which only confirmed what I'd already begun to suspect—Mr. Wentworth was the dangerous one. Dante? He was the dull half. The boring one.Still, I hadn't expected him to apologise or even ask about Bianca.Lucky for him, my first delivery was probably already making its way to his doorstep.By then, we could talk once more.The door clicked shut behind me, muffling the sound of his voice as he made some calls. I didn't bother listening.I walked down the hall with my hands shoved into my pockets, wearing that same polite mask people liked so much. A nod to the receptionist, a quick smile to the guard by the elevator. "Have a good day," I said, because that's what ni
His Plaything Post-Tantrum
[Dante]I sat behind my desk, staring at nothing in particular. The stack of files in front of me hadn't been touched in hours. I wasn't even sure why I bothered showing up today. My head wasn't here. My body was, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.The one question that should have come sooner finally hit me:'What the hell was I even doing?'I hadn't come into the office for days, hiding behind a flimsy excuse of being sick. In truth, I'd been strung out—too many pills, too much booze, chasing a high I thought would smother everything I didn't want to feel. It was pathetic. Embarrassing even.And Bianca had seen me like that.Fuck.The last time I saw her, she'd come by my place. I'd been high, half gone, trying to act like nothing was wrong. I thought I'd managed it. I thought I'd fooled her. But the memory wouldn't let me lie to myself anymore—my pulse had jumped the second I saw her, my chest tight and I knew saying too much would have given it off. She must have noticed. O
His Plaything All On My Own
TRIGGER WARNING: SOME READERS MIGHT FIND THIS CHAPTER SLIGHTLY DISTURBING. (No Rape. No Violence)***[Bianca]I came to with a groan that dragged up from the back of my throat before I could stop it. My head throbbed, pounding like someone had hammered nails into the base of my skull. Strangely though, my body felt... good. Too good. Warmth slid across my face in slow, sticky trickles, while my limbs floated, impossibly light. Almost like I was floating on clouds.For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Maybe I was still asleep. Before I could begin to think of what had happened or open my eyes, a low grunt pierced through my haze. And then warmth spattered across my cheek again.Instantly, my eyes flew open.I wasn't dreaming.I was naked. Lying in a bathtub. And above me—oh God—above me stood Giovanni. Naked. His broad shoulders high, the flex of his thighs, the obscene rhythm of his hand pumping his cock while the other balanced a phone, angled down at me.Horror swallowed me who
His Plaything Curiosity Killed The Cat
[Mr. Wentworth]Hehe...It had been far too long since Dante let me out. The poor bastard had been slipping lately — all thanks to her. Bianca. His precious little blonde weakness.I should have killed her already. The deal was for her to find a way to make Dante slip more often, wasn't it? She failed her end, and I always collect. But I didn't like rushing. Death was quick. Destruction was... sweeter.The only reason I had any freedom at all was because she'd cracked Dante's perfect façade. The great Dante, reduced to a panting, drugged-up animal rutting to forget his misery. He couldn't even get hard without chemical help now. Ha! All those years of self-control, undone by a woman.Pathetic. Laughable. But far from enough.When Dante numbed himself with pills, I waited. Whenever he slept, I woke. But that meant our body never got enough sleep, never stayed at its peak. Even now, I was far from being in peak condition.He thought wearing himself out would cage me but all he was doing
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