(The•Devil's•Plaything)
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PROLOGUE.
By; Jack God'stime
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CHAPTER 1&2
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MILAN, ITALY__ALPHA BOYS MANSION*
It's 6am in the morning, but the mansion is still so dark cos the lights are still off.
The house interior is a labyrinth of marble and gold, and every corner reeks of smokes.
There's just one room that has it's lights on...the gym, and two of the boys are inside. Zade and Jordan.
Zade is on the treadmill, sliding energetically with sweats falling from his slippery face to his wet bare chest. He's shirtless, and just like the rest of the boys, he's hot like sin.
Jordan on the other hand is done exercising, so he's currently sitting on a chair beside the wall, resting back with his face buried in a comical book.
He has a crazy obsession with comical books actually, there are stockpiles of it in his room.
He's the calm one, and he talks less, but they say the quiet ones are the freakiest, and he really is.
Zade finished up on the treadmill, and immediately he came down from it, Hardin came in, grinning loudly with his phone in hand.
Hardin is the goofy one in the gang, he just flows with everybody.
"What's that grin for, motherfûker?" Zade asked, flexing his muscles.
"Take a look" Hardin threw him the phone, and he caught it to see a picture of Hardin's dîçk.
"Jesus fuçking Christ! You're a sicko, man!" Zade threw the phone back, and Hardin caught it with a louder grin.
"Y'all fûckers had your fun last semester, boasting of bigger dîcks, especially you Jordan" he pointed at him, and Jordan gave him a death glare.
"Suck it up, wanker" he said.
"Do you wanna see it too? I did a fuçking good job on ...
"Can we stop talking about your shit?" Jordan cut him off, and Hardin threw his weight on a chair beside him.
"And then what?" he flattened his brows.
"Where the fuçk is Killian?" Zade asked no one in particular.
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KILLIAN'S ROOM*
The smell of bergamot filled every space and surface in the room...his scent.
The lights are currently off, but they suddenly came on, revealing his unfeeling face.
Killian Alpha, leader of the boys.
They might be age mates , but they chose him as their leader for a reason.
His features are sharp, and the skin on his upper body is covered with ink, tracing dark tattoos all-over him.
His jet-black hair covered a part of his ice-cold face as he made his way into the bathroom where he lowered his boxers.
He took his royal majesty in his palm and began stroking it, trying to masturbate while staring at himself in the mirror___His royal highness is the name he gave his cock.
Normally, there should be a bîtch kneeling in front of him and giving his royal majesty a blowjob right now,but there are just days when Killian feels like handling it himself... days like today.
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Любовные романыKillian Alpha Zade Alpha Hardin Alpha Jordan Alpha Four unhinged boys who came out of their mother at once as quadruplets. Born into the great Alpha family, the most toxic royal-mafia family in Italy. Their father... Malachi Alpha is the Overlord of...
