Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

In his line of business that was suicide. And for the first time in years, Montez De Vitalio tasted helplessness. But it lasted only seconds. Because helpless men broke. He wasn’t broken. He was at war. And whoever had dared touch her… had just signed their death warrant By the next two days, the VITALIO Mansion had turned into a war room. Maps, photos, scattered phones, and weapons covered the long oak table in his study. The underworld trembled. Word had spread fast: Montez De Vitalio’s woman had been taken. He’d already burned two safe houses to the ground, dragged information out of screaming men, and left bodies on concrete floors for the rats to feed on.

“And how did you..” A chat pops up on the side of my screen: “Identity confirmation” “I’m sorry, what?” I type back. I hear the click of my computer taking a photo. My confused expression appears in the chat prompt as a barely focused photo. “Nyx Johnson identity confirmed.” BullygamesFile002 Passcode: Pre$t0ni$@Pr!ck” Once the file is opened, I find it is filled with pictures of Lily--Lily with Atticus. Lily smiling in the Legacy photo. Lily dressed as a stranger wearing a push-up bra and too much make-up.

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

"Are you any good?" "I dedicated hours of my life to gaming. I am incredible." She scoffed. "It's a wonder you had time to chase a career." "You'd be surprised how many hours I have in my day." They pulled up in front of a restaurant. A chalkboard was mounted by the door advertising the specials for the day, There was a small hut in front of the restaurant. It had a lowered platform with a hooka propped up on a table at the centre. Dumfounded, Kali laughed, accusingly glancing at Samuel, who held his hands up. "Don't look at me. I didn't build the place. Come on."

He spat blood after talking nonsense. He believes that saying those words to me will cause me pain. No, I've sacrificed far too much to care about meaningless phrases. I will not go back to my traumatic past, where I could not express what I really wanted and fight for my rights. The fact that he believes I am not capable of killing him and that I have remorse for doing so infuriates me. And because he made me feel this, I will surely kill him. As I approach him and pull his hair back, I look into the brown eyes staring back at me. They are currently screwed up because of being beaten.

"I didn't choose this life, Bianca. It chose me. It's inbred in me that I can't walk away from it even if I tried. The moment you're a male in the famiglia, you're a part of the mafia, whether you like it or not. I took an oath when I was old enough to decide for myself. I can't break that oath as long as I live. The only way out of the mafia is death." "Will you ever know peace? These gang wars, this territory dispute. It must be draining to always expect an attack." "It's the mafia, Bianca, not a Disneyland fairytale." I joked, chuckling lightly. She looked at me undeterred. "But does the nightmare ever end?" A small smile touched my lips. "Once in a while," I said softly. Truthfully. "Aft

Yes, it's his house, his money, not OURS, I'm his wife on paper alone, a mere transaction, technically I was bought, ha! But this library, it's my usual space. I'm always here, reading, watching something on my laptop, whatever, painting sometimes, but I'm mostly here…alone. Oh, how I miss my art studio, it's nothing compared to all the space I have here, but at least it's MINE, even though Liam paid off the loan I took out to get that place. Ugh, this is driving me crazy! Liam, Liam, Liam Caruso! I look at the clueless man, he's seriously concentrated on his Stephen King book, 'Pet Sematary'. He has glasses on, and it looks good on him, the Liam Caruso effect.

Even if he is the reason she’s there in the first place. Every morning, he wakes before sunrise and heads into the fields with his garden wards to slaughter some livestock. Then he takes the meat deep into the woods. And every morning, it seems not to be enough. This morning they’re already busy with the third one. Dorian drags the blade through flesh again, and blood spills over his hands, his arms, soaking into the sleeves of his shirt until he looks less like a university student and more like someone returning from war. “Cut these pieces smaller,” he instructs calmly while slicing through bone. “Here… and here. That should give them enough portions so they don’t fight.”

And just like that… DEADLY GAME: SEDUCING THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD has come to an end. 🥹❤️ I honestly don't even know what to say because this story has been such a journey. Thank you so much to everyone who stayed with this story from the beginning, especially those who kept reading even when the updates were slow, the plot got crazy, or you were probably screaming at your screen because of something one of these characters did. 😂❤️

Kiara said and I had to fight back every instinct which told me to get out of this room, find that woman, and shoot both her and the excuse she called a lover. “Kiara, the woman is insane, do you realize that you entering the games could kill you?” I asked my wife. I remembered Caruso, one of my men who had lost his life on MY hand because of the games, having lost his sense of self-control, the games, or should I say, the Bloodlust project, took a different path a few years after the games. They were kidnapping people, trained assassins or mafia men, and were ripping them off their humanity if triggered. Caruso unfortunately was one of them, having tried to keep him sane for four years. The