How to Toy With a Killer's Heart

idnap the M

e. Stage an accidentally-on-purpo

his eyes on me

Let him ta

take one; put a gun

nt on a risky plan to go after the wife of the most dangerous man i

sneak into an exclusive underground party involving the most affluent figures in the country, pretending to be one of the strippers, and

ings I'd do t

do the same, stilling my movements and crouching quietly behi

we were almost dying in right now. I could imagine the kind of party we were walking into, a place that

champagnes growing louder beneath us. Silver light slowly fills the vent and Sarissa's eyes lock onto mine. She smiles, and with a gentle push, the v

and boxes. Sarissa leads the way, navigating through the narrow aisl

there's surveil

arissa didn't even think it was necessary to wear a cute dress or apply some make-up; she just brought herself the way she appeared to me that night: messy hair, pale skin, dry lips, a

ky enough, my eyes smokey enough to pop the green-hazel in them and my lips red enough to make my lips look a little plumpier. I adjust the rest of my red dress and m

er, her eyes lingering on m

her voice. "Good because we can't have Alessandro Ferra

e that's as easy

envelops us. The party is in full swing, with people mingling and champagne glasses clinking. I take a dee

g the room for any sign of Alessandro Ferrara. I follow her, steps thudding along t

llumination around the room. Velvet drapes adorn the walls, while polished black marble floors reflect light around the room like crystal glows. Lavish flowers in shiny vases, massive ice sculptures all around the place. Everywhere, I see diamond-encrus

ist with a right grip. "Look," she whispers,

and my heart skips a

what I think s

, all I could see was the long fingers of his perfectly large hands wrapped around his wine cup. Just before he ruggedly downed the whole glass of gin down his throat and aggressively slammed the

hair, those Herculean shoulders and arms that looked like they belonged to an ancient Greek Go

o rough and elegant a

I say o

ng down the couple through the

igo. Target's leavi

d to do?" I ask her

o there. If you can get his attention enough to infuriate his wife, she should st

oesn't leave?"

the next possible outcome is that she ends up beat

ng. "Sarissa, what if

I don't suppose she'd

Wh

cloak. I jump, completely petrifie

's wife, goddamit!" I nearly screame

in and looks at me straightly, "Look, I won't have to shoot anyone if everything goes accordi

dead serious.

heart to conquer. Let's go!" She turns me around and s

make my way towards them, weaving through the crowd with ease as I rehearse how I'd pretend that I am jus

t Alessandro through my peripheral vision but he doesn't seem to notice my presence with

e man is strong, but I focus on the bartender a

use me, I'd lo

in

king sure to give him a full view of what under my dress looks like. My heart racing, I slowly straighten up, expectin

o doesn't

and softly bites his lips. The man absolutely adores her. And now, getting a good look at her, I see why he does. She's stunning - long, fl

o adjust my stiletto, but he still doe

, I drop my purse again and bend down to my toes... making sure I feel the hem of my dress lift slightly off

t as I'm about to straighten up, a hand clamps down on my shoulder and spins me around and I stumble, my heart skipping a be

with an unfriendly ag

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