All Chapters of Twisted Games: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PRESENT DAY Adriano(PoV)What the f*ck I think to myself as I enter, my prisoner just as shocked, as I drag him in behind me. "Klara??" "Matteo?!!? What the hell happened here" I ask, looking around at the wreckage before me. All sense of normalcy disappeared as I take in the blood spattered glass and fragmented furniture that cluttered the floor. While a very calm Matteo and Klara stood in the middle of it all. "Zmeya" the Russian shouts starring directly at Klara. "What did you say" I ask crouching down to him."ZEMEYA!!" he screams in my face, lunging and viscously biting my shoulder."F*ck!" I curse, before kneeing the crazy b*st**d in the head. He blacks out instantly, leaving me to deal with the other two crazy fuckers in the room. "Now, I don't know what hell happened here but one of you better have a f*cking explanation because I've had one b*tch of a day " I say looking from Matteo to Klara. Who are now staring

3 years ago Adriano( PoV ) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS  11:30PM "Where the f*ck are you Matteo?" I yell into the phone." Adriano?" He questions, sounding sleepy." Come back to bed Matteo" I hear a girl say" ya, Matteo we are waiting for you" another girl purrs." Don't worry ladies I'll be back in like two minutes" he replies. "No you f*cking won't!" I all but roar into the phone. "Hey dude you're kinda killing the mood here" my brother whisper yells into the phone. "How about you take an uber?" He suggests making me want to kill him." if you're not here in the next 5 f*cking minutes Matteo I swear- ""Jesus! Fine I'm coming, I'm coming!" He says cutting me off. Just as I hang up the phone a police car drives past us, slowing down after seeing the wreckage "sh*t!" I mutter under my breath."Is there a problem officer?" I ask as he rolls down the window, frowning at our wrecked car. "What happened to

3 YEARS AGO Annie (PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS11:45pm“shit! I think staring at my phone, it’s almost 12 already. I felt so guilty bailing on Klara and even more guilty, about not being able to tell her why I bailed.I thought that I would still be able to make it after picking my mom up from the hospital, but it took longer than I expected it to, and it didn’t help that she was so drunk.“Klara’s probably home by now” I think out loud to myself. Maybe I should phone to apologise, I think, still feeling guilty.Nervously, I start to dial her number.“Hello”, she answers.  “Omg, Klara I’m so sorry I couldn’t come, I swear I was going to but, it’s just………something came up” I blurt out all at once without taking a breath.“I don’t want to hear it Annie” She yells though the phone, making me flinch.“I’m sorry Klara, honestly and besides at least you got to spend time with Igor” I remind, trying to

3 YEARS AGO ANNIE'S POVNIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 02:00AMBy the time I arrive at the Saint Louis Church it's already almost 02:00am and roads around are all extremely quiet, I guess living on the outskirts of town didn't help much.Once I park in the empty parking lot outside the Church, I quickly jump off and head in towards the Church."Klara?, Klara?" I whisper, trying to find her.The Church is giving off an eerie feel and I feel like I'm in a horror movie. Gulping down my fear I force myself to open the giant Church door. It makes a creaking sound as I open it, bringing attention to the fact that the Church is completely empty. "Klara?" I whisper again, so softly I doubt she would here me if she actually is here. As I walk between the pews to the front of the Church I hear someone. " No you idiot! unload them first! Are you trying to shoot someone!!" I hear a man

3 YEARS AGO  MATTEO'S POV NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 02:20am  Just before Father Donnaly reaches for the bag he carried up earlier, I manage to grab him and yank him backwards where he lands face first on the Church floor. "Aahh!" "Hellppp" he screams, trying to alert who ever else is in the Church with him. Annoyed at my inability to keep him quiet, I angrily grab one of the pointy brass candle stick holders and stab it directly into Father Donnaly's Left eye, causing him to scream in pain."Aaahhhhh" he shreiks, blood spurting out from his empty eye socket, as I yank out the candle holder along with his eyeball. "What's that noise?" I hear a couple men shout from the Church basement. Before they get up the stairs, I quickly slit father Donnaly's throat