Hello Joker, Won't You Play My Game?

(A/N: Welcome readers to, 'Hello Joker, Won't You Play My Game?' Before we go into the story, I must warn you that this romance story will be filled with violence and explicit scenes. Also, knowing myself, there may be aspects some may hate and some may love but I believe that makes a book worth reading. I hope this story to be a bit more mature than my previous stories although I'm sure that's enough spoilers. I hope you enjoy the story and tell me what you think along the way! Love, Your Author.)

The screams of a young man bounced on the walls of the dimly lit room where he was confined in. Lashes were thrown at him followed by another one of his cries.

"PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU,"

He screamed looking through the group of men working at him towards the man who sat at the head of the room, leaning against his hand with eyes telling him that mercy wasn't something he was willing to give. However, the words did motivate him to stand causing the whole group to stop and turn their attention to him. Power radiated off of him and no one there would dare challenge his authority.

He walked toward the man who painfully hung from chains, his knees had given out an hour ago and he felt like his arms would rip apart next. Trembling he looked up at the man who had done this to him and who was now looking down at him, disregarding him as anything human but he did decide to spare him a few words,

"You're right to beg me," A small smirk crept onto his face, "because here," He puts a hand on his shoulder, one that threatened to break his joint, as he leaned closer to his ear, "I am your lord."

His face becomes straight again as he stands and turns away. "Continue." He ordered and the torture continued.

"NO, PLEASE- AH!"

But the door was already shut, letting the screams fade behind him.

He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up in a swift movement as he walked down a long corridor, no windows in sight for a while but light followed the exit where a larger room was revealed. An office to him but a throne room to those under him.

"Alexander," someone called, making Alexander breathe out the smoke before turning to his friend and member,

"Elias," He greeted, nodding at him, "Anything to report on what I had asked you?" He asked but Elias' apologetic look gave him his answer.

"The Joker was last said to be at the border but without knowing what we're looking for it makes it an almost impossible task,"

A task that had taken them six months to try and achieve already.

The Joker was someone who had terrorised the underground world for years. Ruining the biggest names, exploiting leaders until they're nothing and yet, Alexander wanted her. He had met his challenger and he wasn't going to let her deny him, not when she held power to rival his own.

Hearing this news, Alexander took another breath of his cigarette in frustration. "It's said that she got Angelo."

"Angelo? Fuck!"

Shaking his head he continues, "Fool fell for her charm and in return had all his money drained. He would never admit it though, most of them never do."

"You can't blame them, I'd rather shoot myself than face that type of embarrassment." Elias rubs his forehead but then remembers something he had to report.

"Actually Alexander, there's a boy at the front door and he wants to see you."

Alexander raised an eyebrow at this, "A boy?" He asks and Elias shrugs. They both knew this wasn't a place young boys would show up so it caught Alexander's interest enough for him to start walking towards the door.