HER PROTECTIVE BROTHER
1708 Words
Alessandro stepped into his private quarters and closed the heavy door behind him. The room was large, dimly lit by a single lamp, with dark furniture and weapons neatly arranged on one wall. He walked toward his king-sized bed, intending to rest, but suddenly stopped.
His instincts flared. Something was off.
He scanned the shadows carefully. Nothing looked out of place, but the feeling wouldn’t leave him. He took another step toward the bed.
That was when a figure emerged from the darkness behind the curtains, gun raised.
“You’re dead, punk,” the intruder said in a cold, mocking voice.
Alessandro moved like lightning. He dodged the aim, grabbed the man’s wrist, twisted it painfully until the gun clattered to the floor, and slammed him hard against the wall.
The intruder grunted in pain. “Okay, okay! I surrender! Let me go, damn it!”
Alessandro released him with a glare. The man turned around, rubbing his sore wrist with a wide smirk. It was Virus, tall, sharp-jawed, with messy dark hair and the same dangerous energy as Alessandro.
“Can’t you just let me get one hit in for once?” Virus complained, still smirking.
“I’ll never allow that. You should train harder instead of playing stupid games,” Alessandro replied flatly.
The two men pulled each other into a rough hug.
“Welcome back, brother,” Alessandro said, his voice still cold but with a hint of warmth only Virus ever saw.
“I missed you so much, man,” Virus replied, patting his back hard. They weren’t blood brothers, but Godfather Marco had adopted both of them fifteen years ago. In the clan, they were as close as real brothers, two deadly weapons in Marco’s arsenal.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back today?” Alessandro asked as they separated.
“I wanted to surprise you. How would that work if I told you?” Virus grinned.
Alessandro raised an eyebrow. “Godfather already informed me. I wasn’t that surprised.”
Virus rolled his eyes dramatically. “Of course he did. That old man can’t keep a secret from you.” His expression turned serious. “I heard what Pedro did to you. That punk. I’ll be the one to take care of him personally.”
“His time isn’t now,” Alessandro said coldly. “When are you heading back to Russia?”
“Not now. I’m here to stay for a while. I heard you brought Antonio Argento’s children here.” Virus’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Are you…?”
“I don’t do that,” Alessandro cut him off sharply.
Virus smirked wider. “Can I have her then? She’s cute from what I heard.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Alessandro warned, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. His eyes flashed with clear possession.
Virus raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Okay, whatever you say. I should go now.” He headed for the door, still chuckling.
The moment Virus left, the door opened again. Snake slipped inside like a shadow, wearing a tight red dress that clung to her curves. She locked the door behind her and walked straight to Alessandro with a seductive smile.
Without a word, she climbed onto the bed and started caressing his bare chest slowly, her nails grazing his skin.
Alessandro didn’t stop her. He needed this distraction badly after everything that had happened.
Snake’s smile grew. She loved having this effect on him. She kissed his neck, then moved lower, pulling down his pants. She took him into her warm mouth and sucked eagerly, like a pro. Alessandro closed his eyes, letting out a deep groan. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head down harder.
“Damn…” he muttered, breathing heavily.
Snake worked even more enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the power she had over him in these moments. She continued until he came with a low curse, his body tensing.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He tore off her dress roughly, pushed her onto the bed, and thrust into her hard. Snake moaned loudly in pleasure, wrapping her legs around him. She liked it rough, and he gave it to her, releasing all his pent-up anger and frustration with every powerful thrust.
“This feels so good, damn…” she moaned, trying to kiss him.
Alessandro turned his face away, refusing the kiss. He kept moving roughly until he finished again. Snake collapsed beside him, satisfied and smiling, but he simply got up, pulled on his clothes, and left her there without another word.
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Outside, the compound had come alive with noise. It was already late at night.
In the locked room where they had been held, Harmony and Hardin had been left alone for hours. Fortunately, Hardin had hidden some snacks and drinks in his hoodie pocket. They ate quietly, sharing the little they had.
After eating, Hardin gently cleaned crumbs from Harmony’s mouth with his sleeve, treating her like she was still a child.
“So… are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Harmony finally asked, her curiosity winning over her fear.
Hardin sighed deeply. “Can you just forget about it for now? I don’t think you’ll like the answer.”
“But I need to know,” she pressed. “Did our father do something bad? When I mentioned his name earlier, you looked so worried.”
Hardin looked away, his face serious and troubled. “I’ll tell you later. Not now. It’s complicated.”
Before she could ask more, the door suddenly burst open. Several guards rushed in. Two of them grabbed Hardin roughly while a group of maids took Harmony by the arms.
“Where are you taking her?!” Hardin shouted, struggling violently. “Let her go!”
The guards dragged them in different directions. Harmony looked back at her brother with wide, terrified eyes as they pulled her away.
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The maids led Harmony through a long, grand hallway. The clan house was surprisingly beautiful, high ceilings with intricate carvings, expensive paintings on the walls, crystal chandeliers casting warm golden light, and thick, soft carpets underfoot. It looked like a luxurious mansion, not the headquarters of a dangerous mafia clan.
But the beauty only made her more uneasy. She felt like a prisoner in a golden cage.
They took her to a dressing room and handed her a maid uniform.
“Put it on,” one of the maids instructed firmly but politely.
Harmony’s cheeks burned with embarrassment when she saw the outfit. It was short, extremely tight, with a very low neckline and a hem that barely reached mid-thigh. It was far more revealing than anything she had ever worn.
“I… I can’t wear this,” she whispered, voice shaking.
“You don’t have a choice,” the maid replied. “Hurry up.”
With trembling hands and a deep blush, Harmony changed. The maids helped adjust the uniform, pulling it tight around her body. When she looked in the mirror, she wanted the ground to swallow her. The dress hugged every curve and showed too much skin. She felt exposed and vulnerable.
The elderly woman in charge gave her a small, polite smile. “Join the other maids and start serving. Please be careful.”
“Serve?” Harmony asked, confused, but the woman had already walked away.
They led her to the Reapers Club, the clan’s private entertainment building located in a secluded part of the compound. The moment she stepped inside, loud music hit her like a wave. Flashing lights, thumping bass, laughter, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.
The club was lavishly decorated with plush couches, glittering chandeliers, neon lights, and vibrant artwork on the walls. Clan members were dancing wildly, playing pool, singing karaoke, and drinking heavily. Some couples were making out openly in dark corners. It was a wild, hedonistic party every night.
Harmony stood awkwardly with a tray of drinks, feeling completely out of place in her revealing uniform. Men’s eyes followed her everywhere.
Virus spotted her first and grinned widely. “Isn’t that the girl? She’s hot as hell.”
Alessandro sat in a VIP section nearby, silent, his cold eyes locked on her as she moved through the crowd.
Hardin had been forced behind the bar to make cocktails. When he saw his sister in the short, tight uniform, his face twisted with anger and worry. He gave her a small, reassuring smile, but his eyes said he was ready to fight anyone who touched her.
“She looks so hot,” Reaper whistled.
“I think I like her,” Ghost said with a sly smile.
“Me too,” Hacker grinned.
Snake, standing a short distance away, glared with pure jealousy. “I just hate her guts,” she muttered angrily.
One of the drunk men at a table called out to Harmony. “Hey, beautiful! Can you look for my phone? I think it fell on the ground.”
Harmony hesitated, uncomfortable, but bent down to search under the table. The short uniform rode up high, fully exposing her thighs and underwear. Several men stared openly with lustful smiles. One reached out, hand moving toward her.
A bottle suddenly smashed into the man’s head with force. He collapsed immediately.
It was Hardin. He had vaulted over the bar in seconds. Breathing heavily with rage, he punched the other two men who tried to jump him, beating them down easily and brutally.
“Don’t you dare go near my sister again!” Hardin yelled, standing protectively in front of Harmony, his fists bloody.
The entire club went quiet for a few seconds.
“Wow, interesting!” Virus exclaimed loudly, clearly amused. “That guy has fire.”
Alessandro watched the scene silently from his seat, his expression unreadable.
Virus turned to him with a fake pout. “Can you give him to me? He’s amazing. Please?”
Alessandro ignored him completely.
Harmony stood behind her brother, shaking, her heart pounding. She just wanted to go home.
The night was far from over, and she was already trapped in the heart of the devil’s world.
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