Alpha Boys (The* devil's*plaything)

They call themselves Alpha Boys, and anywhere they storm, blood flows.

As ruthless as they are, they're teens, students of the biggest school in Italy.... Royal Pride High.

It's a mafia school, made for kids whose parents are in the mafia organization.

Students bow anytime the boys show up, they're the school kings.

Their words are law and they're free to kill and torment anyone who fûcks up on the school grounds.

Then there's our girl.... Zinnia Holt.

Her parents aren't in the mafia... She lost her mum already, and she stays with her dad who's an insane drunkard.

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.

*

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 majesty 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.

He finished up after about ten minutes, releasing massively while groaning hard.

Cûm was still dropping out of him when Hardin came in suddenly.

"Learn to fuçking knock, punk" Killian breathed, and Hardin grinned, rolling a gum on his tongue.

"Yo man! My cock is the champion in here! You're not even close!" He replied.

"Your cock fantasy got worse" Killian muttered in his bass voice before covering up.

Hardin was about to talk back when the intruder alert bell rang throughout the mansion.

They both left the room at once, entering the surveillance room where they met Jordan and Zade already.

Every camera surrounding the compound is connected to this room on flat screens, so they're clearly seeing the intruder right now.

It's a masked man, roaming the wide forest at the back of the mansion like he's looking for something.

"Who the hell is this?" Zade frowned at the screen.

Killian pressed a button, and a dog cage opened outside.

Eight giant dogs jumped out, going after the masked man in the forest.

The man took to his heels immediately, running down the forest.

"Oh this fucker is so dead" Hardin muttered.

One of the dogs caught the man by the arm, tearing off part of his shirt.

He was able to escape afterwards, and the dogs returned to their cages.

The guys left the room, and Jordan opened a backdoor.

The dog with the torn cloth brought it between it's teeth.

Killian took it and gave the dog a pat on the head, then it ran off.

He sniffed the piece of clothe, and his eyes grew darker as he faced the others.

"It better be who I'm thinking" Hardin said.

"We're hunting tonight" Killian replied grimly.

"Exciting" Zade said.

"Let's hit the school. It's resumption day" Jordan said.

"Not stepping school today" Killian replied, leading them back to the living room.

At exactly 7am, the house lights came on as programmed.

"I have no plans for school today either, till tommorow" Zade added.

"Ain't doing that shit too, you're alone Jordan" Hardin said freely, giving Jordan a mocking smile.

"Whatever, wankers" Jordan replied, picking his book.

"A new girl is joining the class though, you should take a look at her profile. She's hot as hell" Hardin told Killian.

"Isn't every girl hot to you?" Zade replied sarcastically.

"Wait...why is everyone behaving like I'm the only one who fuçks here? Killian you're a madman in bed, and you Zade, you're an animal. Jordan's bedroom gist is not today, dude is a silent beast" Hardin said.

"You look better when you're not talking" Killian stood.

"For real man, the new girl is hot. Take a look at her pic!" Hardin threw his phone.

Killian didn't catch, so it fell and crashed on the floor as Killian went upstairs.

Zade laughed hoarsely, and Jordan smiled as Hardin stood like a statue.

"Await my payback, püssy" he smirked.

Zade picked the phone from the ground, and though the screen is ruined, he could still see her face.

"Real hot, i can already imagine her pains" He muttered meaningfully. 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.

*

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 majesty 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.

He finished up after about ten minutes, releasing massively while groaning hard.

Cûm was still dropping out of him when Hardin came in suddenly.

"Learn to fuçking knock, punk" Killian breathed, and Hardin grinned, rolling a gum on his tongue.

"Yo man! My cock is the champion in here! You're not even close!" He replied.

"Your cock fantasy got worse" Killian muttered in his bass voice before covering up.

Hardin was about to talk back when the intruder alert bell rang throughout the mansion.

They both left the room at once, entering the surveillance room where they met Jordan and Zade already.

Every camera surrounding the compound is connected to this room on flat screens, so they're clearly seeing the intruder right now.

It's a masked man, roaming the wide forest at the back of the mansion like he's looking for something.

"Who the hell is this?" Zade frowned at the screen.

Killian pressed a button, and a dog cage opened outside.

Eight giant dogs jumped out, going after the masked man in the forest.

The man took to his heels immediately, running down the forest.

"Oh this fucker is so dead" Hardin muttered.

One of the dogs caught the man by the arm, tearing off part of his shirt.

He was able to escape afterwards, and the dogs returned to their cages.

The guys left the room, and Jordan opened a backdoor.

The dog with the torn cloth brought it between it's teeth.

Killian took it and gave the dog a pat on the head, then it ran off.

He sniffed the piece of clothe, and his eyes grew darker as he faced the others.

"It better be who I'm thinking" Hardin said.

"We're hunting tonight" Killian replied grimly.

"Exciting" Zade said.

"Let's hit the school. It's resumption day" Jordan said.

"Not stepping school today" Killian replied, leading them back to the living room.

At exactly 7am, the house lights came on as programmed.

"I have no plans for school today either, till tommorow" Zade added.

"Ain't doing that shit too, you're alone Jordan" Hardin said freely, giving Jordan a mocking smile.

"Whatever, wankers" Jordan replied, picking his book.

"A new girl is joining the class though, you should take a look at her profile. She's hot as hell" Hardin told Killian.

"Isn't every girl hot to you?" Zade replied sarcastically.

"Wait...why is everyone behaving like I'm the only one who fuçks here? Killian you're a madman in bed, and you Zade, you're an animal. Jordan's bedroom gist is not today, dude is a silent beast" Hardin said.

"You look better when you're not talking" Killian stood.

"For real man, the new girl is hot. Take a look at her pic!" Hardin threw his phone.

Killian didn't catch, so it fell and crashed on the floor as Killian went upstairs.

Zade laughed hoarsely, and Jordan smiled as Hardin stood like a statue.

"Await my payback, püssy" he smirked.

Zade picked the phone from the ground, and though the screen is ruined, he could still see her face.

"Real hot, i can already imagine her pains" He muttered meaningfully.