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Number 1: Kidnap the Mafia's Wife. Number 2: Great, the bitch is gone. Stage an accidentally-on-purpose meet up to get his attention. Number 3: Have his eyes on me the whole night. Number 4: Let him take me home. Number 5: Experiment: take one; put a gun to the bastard's head. The last thing Indigo Mae expected was for a terror from her past to come knocking on her door at midnight. And by all means, the last thing she could have possibly hoped for was this little visit being the reason she gets roped into a twisted and deadly experiment, using the most dangerous man in the continent as her labrat. All Indigo ever wanted was a breakthrough. Unfortunately, life has other surprises. And it all begins with her getting thrown, hands tied, into a sinister Mafia world of conspiracies, lies, desires and death. Or, in other words, this mad man called Alessandro Ferrara.
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HOW TO TOY WITH A KILLER'S HEART Chapter Five: How to leave your morals at the door
I look up, expecting to see Alessandro Ferrara's chiseled face glaring at me, but in that moment, what I see instead is my whole life flashing before my eyes. This is NOT my handsome devil. What stares down at me is a menacing gaze from a thick-bearded Brock Lesnar look-alike wrapped in a thick tuxedo and a hard scowl that could curdle milk. I step back, mortified. “You're not as subtle as you think you are, miss,” he speaks gruffly, “You either take it to the pole or pick up the crumbs left of your morals and exit!”I frown, taken aback. “Excuse me?” “I know what you're doing, and you're not the first woman to try,” the man says seriously, “Stay away from Mr Ferrara or you could get yourself into a lot of trouble, kiddo.”With that, he disappears into the group behind me. Only then do I realize he is one of Alessandro's guards. In the same group, I watch as Alessandro walks away with his wife and entourage, completely oblivious to the encounter with me and his guard . My heart d
Last Updated : 2025-02-04HOW TO TOY WITH A KILLER'S HEART Chapter Four: How to crash a party
Number 1: Kidnap the Mafia's Wife. Number 2: Great, the bitch is gone. Stage an accidentally-on-purpose meet up to get his attention. Number 3: Have his eyes on me the whole night. Number 4: Let him take me home. Number 5: Experiment: take one; put a gun to the bastard's head. If someone would tell me that one day, I would be the key instrument on a risky plan to go after the wife of the most dangerous man in the continent, I'd have punched them in the throat for blasphemy. There are many other ways I could have chosen to die. A wide variety. And yet, I choose this means. Crawling down a dirty vent just to sneak into an exclusive underground party involving the most affluent figures in the country, pretending to be one of the strippers, and find my way into a mafia's heart through seduction — while my sister beat the shit out of his wife and stuffed her down a soakaway hole. Lord, the things I'd do to become rich. “Indigo, I hear something!” Sarissa says as she halts and
Last Updated : 2025-02-03HOW TO TOY WITH A KILLER'S HEART Chapter Three: How to play risky games
My entire body goes into a shock and I jump from the door, shaking, seizing and screaming for help. That thing that claims to be Sarissa has the chance to dive into my apartment and slam the door behind her. She grabs me and slams me on the ground. I try to crawl away, petrified, but I feel her strong grip on my hair as she forces me to rise and meet her cold, dead eyes. I try to fight back, but before I could get my stance down, she counters. I try to charge again, but she aims for my legs and I lose my balance and hit the ground. When I dash up to my feet a third time and come at her with clawed hands, she grabs my wrists, slams me against the wall and pins me into it. I wince as I feel her twisting my wrists from behind, crying as my face smudges against the wall, dust and broken dry paint entering my mouth as I try to scream. Fighting her is no use. She was predicting my every move. “Stay still, Indigo. I am not here to hurt you.” Her voice is too calm, contrasting the agg
Last Updated : 2025-02-03HOW TO TOY WITH A KILLER'S HEART Chapter Two: How to Meet the Devil
Coming home every night after my day's hustle isn't always this dramatic. My life is mediocre, at its best. No drama. No intrigue. Nothing. Just me, barely surviving another mediocre day with yet another mediocre problem that was out for my mediocre life and not-mediocre-but-problematic sanity.Today, it could be my landlord demanding double the rent that I was owing for the last seven months. Tomorrow, it could be the creaking of mice, cockroaches and other unforeseen creatures that made it a mission to make my life a living hell in this godforsaken decrepit apartment. And if I were lucky to have some damn sleep by next tomorrow, maybe a wild storm from nowhere would hit California and find its way straight to my already broken down house to rip off the roof for me. All the rain, lightning and thunder would find their safe space, their refuge, on top of me. Descending on me and my bed. Yeah, my luck is pitiful. And granted, I would do anything to change it. But, at this point, wha
Last Updated : 2025-02-01HOW TO TOY WITH A KILLER'S HEART Chapter One: How to dig your own grave
Someone is following me. I hear their footsteps behind me. It's careful and slow, as though they are creeping with the tip of their toes. I don't see them, but I’d be damned if I dared to turn my head back. Not when they seem to be inching closer by every second that I increase my steps. When I dare to dart my glance towards the corner of my eyes, I see the sinister, brooding shadow hover around mine. I gasp and walk faster, boots stomping against the wet tarmac as my steps quicken. Mud and water splash behind me and drench my already tattered clothes, but that's the least of my problems. I couldn't possibly look more homeless than I already do. It's dark, it's cold, it's lonely. It's raining too and I have no umbrella. The path I am walking on has nothing on its sides but ugly, dead bushes with leaves that crinkled against each other. Dying in front of me. Everything around me screams death; grim following my every step like a vengeful killer. I haven't offended anybody all my li
Last Updated : 2025-02-01
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Chapter One: How to dig your own grave
Someone is following me. I hear their footsteps behind me. It's careful and slow, as though they are creeping with the tip of their toes. I don't see them, but I’d be damned if I dared to turn my head back. Not when they seem to be inching closer by every second that I increase my steps. When I dare to dart my glance towards the corner of my eyes, I see the sinister, brooding shadow hover around mine. I gasp and walk faster, boots stomping against the wet tarmac as my steps quicken. Mud and water splash behind me and drench my already tattered clothes, but that's the least of my problems. I couldn't possibly look more homeless than I already do. It's dark, it's cold, it's lonely. It's raining too and I have no umbrella. The path I am walking on has nothing on its sides but ugly, dead bushes with leaves that crinkled against each other. Dying in front of me. Everything around me screams death; grim following my every step like a vengeful killer. I haven't offended anybody all my li...
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