😈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘🩸
(The Reign Of Monsters)
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
Written By, 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧_𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞
𖣘𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒𖣘
{𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒}
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The grand dining room was adorned with
opulence. A long table was set with a lavish
spread of delectable dishes, ski||fully prepared
by the empire’s diligent maids. Gavino sat at
one end of the table, his eyes fixed not on the
culinary delights before him but on the man
seated across from him—Delrico, his foster
brother. In the mob, they are both referred to as
Don or Boss.
Delrico, with an air of nonchalance, shoveled a
spoonful of food into his mouth and looked
across at Gavino.
“C’mon, why are you giving me that scary look?”
Gavino’s demeanor instantly shifted, his voice
laced with anger. “You have the guts to ask that
stupid question after the rubbish stunt you
pulled.”
Delrico leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing
on his lips. “What? I don’t have the right to do
what I want anymore?”
“What you want? What you did is squandering
the empire’s money on some foolish fun!” he
snapped.
“I only took fifty million euros, is that such a big
deal?” Delrico chuckled.
“One more word of that nonsense, and you’re
going to regret returning alive” Gavino warned
through gritted teeth.
“Stop acting like you own this empire” Delrico
retorted defiantly, “we both run it.”
“You mean I run it while all you care about is
lavishing my sweat on Pů$$¥$” Gavino’s glare
intensified.
“Hey, those Pů$$¥$ were worth it” he replied
arrogantly.
Unable to contain his rage, Gavino abruptly rose
from his seat and stormed out of the dining
room, leaving Delrico behind.
“Always acting smarter” Delrico scoffed.
A maid, unnoticed during the heated exchange,
approached Delrico with a bottle of wine.
“Here’s your wine, sir” she said politely, trying to
maintain her composure.
Delrico’s demeanor took a dark turn. “Get on the
table and spread f-__-king those legs” He spoke
icily.
Without hesitation, the maid climbed on the
table, her body trembling with fear as she
wondered what was about to unfold. As
instructed, she raised her dress and spread her
legs open. Delrico quickly shoved his spoon
inside her V@ģĭń@ and she screamed from the
sharp pain.
“If you hope on seeing a new day, then shut that
trash up” he hissed, $h00ting her a menacing
glare.
The girl covered her mouth with her palm as
tears slipped out of her clouded eyes. Her
V@ģĭń@ bled profusely due to the roughness of
his fast pace. After releasing his anger, Delrico
pulled out the spoon and put it into his mouth,
licking the blood with a poker face.
✮•✮•✮
“Target is leaving the building” Flame reported
crisply as she touched the sensor on her earpod.
“Copied!” Nevio replied. “Let’s make this quick”
he muttered to his gun and kissed it for good
luck.
As Nevio attempted to line up a precise shot on
his target, a sudden gunshot rang out, sending
shockwaves through the already tense
atmosphere. One of the bodyguards protecting
their elusive mark fell lifeless to the ground. The
unexpected turn of events snapped Nevio into
alertness, and he swiftly retreated to the cover
of a nearby pillar as their target hurriedly made
his way to a waiting car. A cadre of bodyguards
formed a protective shield around him, and a
chaotic exchange of gunfire ensued.
“$h|t!” Nevio cursed under his breath. “Who the
hell are those bastards?” he growled.
Without further hesitation, he abandoned his
concealment and darted toward the fray.
“Those who want the same thing we want”
Flame replied.
“Hurry up and get into the car, let’s go after
them” she urged, her gaze locked on the
retreating target.
“I’m right here” Nevio said as he reached the car
and swiftly climbed in.
Flame’s nimble fingers danced across the
dashboard as she started the engine, and they
roared off in pursuit. The car behind them
relentlessly unleashed a hail of bullets, forcing
Flame to navigate a perilous dance through the
bustling streets of the city.
“Can’t this car go any faster?” Nevio half-yelled
as he clung to the edge of his seat.
“Are you too blind to see I’m trying?” Flame
snapped back, her eyes locked on the road
ahead as she swerved to avoid another
onslaught of gunfire.
Their relentless pursuers showed no signs of
letting up, and then it happened—a well-placed
shot pierced the car’s back tire, deflating it
instantly.
“Holy $h|t!” Nevio exclaimed, his grip tightening
on the wheel as he wrested control of the
malfunctioning vehicle from Flame’s hands.
“Bend!!!” he shouted, and Flame obediently
leaned low in her seat.
Another bullet found it’s mark, smashing
through the car’s front windshield, sending a
shower of glass fragments cascading into the
interior.
Nevio winced in pain as the projectile grazed his
arm. When the enemy’s gunfire momentarily
ceased, he released his grip on Flame, his face
etched with pain.
“You okay?” Flame asked with concern as she
glanced at Nevio.
“Yeah, but you owe me a bathroom segz for this”
he replied with a wry grin, tearing off a piece of
cloth to staunch the bleeding wound.
“Have fun being a dreamer” she scoffed,
returning her focus to the chase that lay ahead.
✮𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐁✮
“Don, the mission was ruined” Kendra reported
to Gavino after she had a conversation with
Flame.
“As expected” Gavino muttered, his fingers
gently tracing the rim of a wine-filled glass cup.
He brought it to his lips and took a thoughtful
sip, savoring the rich taste.
Kendra hesitated before continuing, “Should we
consider pursuing an alternative plan?”
Gavino leaned back in his chair, contemplating
the options. After a moment of silence, he
finally spoke. “No. Fetch Elmira.”
Kendra nodded and swiftly left the room. Three
minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing
Elmira. She entered hesitantly, her steps slow
and deliberate.
“You called for me, Master” she said softly.
“Come closer” Gavino demanded, sounding cold
and commanding.
Elmira obediently walked closer, her gaze
downcast as she nervously played with her
fingers.
Gavino’s eyes bore into her, a predatory smirk
curling his lips. He took another sip from his
glass and then, with surprising force, seized her
chin and pressed his lips against hers, forcibly
pouring the fiery liquor into her mouth.
Elmira broke the kiss, gasping and coughing as
the intense heat of the alcohol seared her
throat.
“That’s not even close to the volume I can
handle” Gavino sneered.
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide with fear,
feeling the weight of Gavino’s displeasure
pressing down on her.
“If there’s one thing I’m starting to despise about
you,” he said icily and calculated, “it’s the
weakness I sense in you.”
✮𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄✮
Madam Celine’s office was steeped in an air of
secrecy. She sat behind her desk, her expression
impassive, as she engaged in a hushed
conversation with a man.
The man leaned forward, a sense of urgency in
his voice. “I’ve found the one” he whispered.
Madam Celine raised an eyebrow, her crimson
nails tapping lightly on the polished desk.
“Tell me more” she urged.
As they delved deeper into their conversation, a
sudden intrusion disrupted their clandestine
dealings. The office door swung open, and a
woman strode in with a commanding presence.
Her entrance was nothing short of majestic, and
an aura of charisma surrounded her.
“Have a great day” Madam Celine greeted with a
dismissive wave, her eyes locking on the man
as if he were an insignificant distraction.
The man, now dismissed, scurried out of the
room with a forced smile. He left the two
women alone, but not without receiving a short,
piercing stare from the newcomer. It was a look
that spoke volumes, leaving him unsettled.
Madam Celine acknowledged the woman’s
presence with a serene smile. “I had a feeling
you would come” she remarked.
“We’re talking about cash here” the woman
responded.
She settled into a chair, crossing her legs
elegantly and placing her fancy handbag on the
desk.
“It’s a substantial sum, darling” Madam Celine
added, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
The woman leaned forward, curiosity piqued.
“What?! Was she worth that much?”
Madam Celine nodded, a grin spreading across
her lips. “Superlatively so.”
“Where’s my share?” she demanded impatiently.
“Check your phone” Madam Celine instructed.
She obeyed, unlocking her phone. Her eyes
widened, and an involuntary gasp escaped her
lips as she saw the jaw-dropping figures on the
screen.
“You truly are the best at what you do” she
exclaimed, a wide smile breaking across her
face.
“Of course, I am” Madam Celine replied with an
air of self-assuredness.
Before leaving, the woman couldn’t resist the
temptation of the white powder laid out on the
table. She dipped her finger into the plate of
cocaine, snorting a reckless amount into her
nose.
“You ought to take it easy on those” Madam
Celine cautioned, watching the woman’s
excessive indulgence.
The lady’s response was laced with defiance as
she snapped, “Not your f-__-king business.” She
grabbed her handbag and headed for the door,
rolling her eyes dismissively.
As she reached for the doorknob, Madam
Celine’s sinister smile turned lethal. A subtle
signal passed between her and one of her
bodyguards. The bodyguard’s silenced weapon
unleashed a single shot, and the woman
crumpled to the floor.
Madam Celine rose gracefully from her seat and
walked over to the fallen figure. She snatched
the phone from the woman’s hand, her gaze
devoid of remorse.
“I’ll be taking this” she declared.
With a chilling, sinister smile, Madam Celine
looked down at the lifeless body on the floor.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you” she
whispered malevolently.
.
.
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𝐓𝐁𝐂…➪