All Chapters of Twisted Games: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

PRESENT DAY ( after worldwide lockdown )Adriano (PoV)I can finally see her, the object of my obsession. I've waited so long for this moment, hunted for her all over the world. She thought she could escape me, runaway from what we have, thought that I would eventually get tired of chasing her. Well, she thought wrong. And now the chase is finally coming to an end. I'm almost too excited to wait! One more day I tell myself, one more day and then she'll be all mine.THE NEXT DAY I wake up with the sun and admire the soft orange-yellow hue as it rises. My full length windows give me the perfect view of this scenic country and all from the comfort of my own bed. I can't help but smile thinking to myself that this will be the last time I'll be sleeping in it alone.Walking through the streets of Marseille I finally see why she chose to hide in the south of France. I spend most of my walk admiring my beautiful surroundings

PRESENT DAYKlara (PoV)"F*ck my life" I mutter as a particularly nasty Russian kicks in the back of my legs. Once on my knees they use hand cuffs to restrain me. Oh god, how am I going to out of here I think to myself, but my thoughts are abandoned when a huge explosion occurs at the back of my " safe " house.Most of the men go outside to investigate the cause of the loud bang leaving only two men to guard me. Outside I can hear gunfire and then another explosion, this one is larger than the first and I can actually feel the vibrations through the wood panel flooring.I use the temporary distraction to attack the legs of one of the guards causing him to lose his balance and fall.He hits his head really hard losing consciousness and dropping his gun.I try to grab it, but his partner kicks me in the abdomen before I can get it. I wince in pain, coughing as he drags me back into a kneeling position and c*cks his gu

3 YEARS AGO Adriano (PoV)   NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS19:00PM"What's with this f*cking City and parades?" My younger half brother asks, making me laugh."What's wrong with parades?" I ask back. "They block the whole bl**dy street! How the hell do they expect people to drive?" He complains, looking out his window. "You realise I'm the one driving, right?" I say, shaking my head."Don't remind me, you control freak" he retorts."If I had left you to drive you'd run over all the people." I pointed out "Damn right I would. Someone has to teach them to get out of the f*cking streets!" I laughed, knowing he was being completely serious. He's a heartless son of a b**ch, my half brother.Even as a child he lacked empathy, not being able to feel sh*t like a normal person. And whatever feelings he did have was beaten out of him by his father Stefano, my mother's second husband."Matteo answer the

[The Beginning....]3 YEARS AGO  Klara (PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS20:30PM"Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave.  "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo. "No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off"No need to be so mean, we just want to talk to you " says the guys friend, walking towards me.I start backing up, trying to get away from them when someone from behind me wraps an arm around my waist "where do you ththink yourrrr gooingg" the culprit slurrs into my ear causing me to cringe from his foul breath."Get off of me!" I say trying to wriggle my way out of his disgusting grasp."Don't worry baby the three of us are going to take care of you real good" says ' ' Johnny Bravo's ' ' friend as he continues to approa

PRESENT DAY Matteo (PoV)This b*tch f*cking stabbed me I think stumbling back while trying to pull the blade out of my shoulder. And how the f*ck did she get out of that chair? I wonder, lunging at her. She lands on her back hitting her head hard as she falls, obviously suprised by my quick recovery and attack.We viciously struggle with each other on the floor. Her quick reflexes and military grade attacks telling me that she's definitely been trained, probably by the same b*st*rd she works for. Sorry Adriano I think as I bash her head to the floor repeatedly causing a trickle of blood to roll down her forehead. Trying to stop the continuous damage to her head, she grabs the blade from me and proceeds to stab me in my stomach. Her eyes widen in shock when I don't react. "Sorry sweetheart, but your going to have to do better than that" I say, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall. I sigh, removing the blade from my