How to Toy With a Killer's Heart

eled face glaring at me, but in that moment, what I s

aze from a thick-bearded Brock Lesnar look-alike wrapped in a thick tu

he speaks gruffly, "You either take it to the pole

aken aback.

to try," the man says seriously, "Stay away from Mr Ferra

of Alessandro's guards. In the same group, I watch as Alessandro walks away with hi

know I have to fo

ssandro join another cluster of people, who greet him with profound respect. They're exchanging something and passing it around to each other, but no matter how I

is long to come to the realization of where we are until a husky voice

w strippers?" she hassles me, "

d meant to relay to me earlier. I take a deep breath, hesitantly, but make a way towards the pole. This is my second chance.

not hard to get a hang of it. I wrap myself around the pole, rounding it, twisting and turning and rolling my waists with the hopes that

lan. His wife is still waiting for him and she looks bored. Needless to say, neither of them g

ng, another stripper with curly blonde hair and a sparkly costume saunters towards me. She's si

conspiratorial, "but trust me, we've all tried.

an eyeb

ss her bright face. "Felicita Travajes has that m

the

h men like Alessandro know they're a thing. You're new but I'm sure you've been told how it is in our line of work. We see the secrets, but the rest of the wor

s Royal blood. And not only until now have I come to the full underst

dro, hm?" I say, tryin

s in for more gossip. "From what I've heard, she's supposed to meet his family soon. I

have my work cut out for me if I want to catch Alessan

ro. I watch them as they talk in low whispers. The guard's body language is slight

when he looks at Felicita's bag and

ooking for

rson rings in my

l Sarissa's number, my heart racing with urgency. She doesn't pick up and I try again, my anxiety spiking. If Felicita is missing, my guess is that

. But Sarissa's nowhere to be found and I am losing my mind. I dash down many stairs, r

for the other stairway, I crash into c

I'd be

close, the tall imposing figure looks even better - with silky dark hair falling over his face, brushing smoothly over his

andro

Tan skin, sharp jawline, it's a face that could stop traffic. His scrutinizing gaze remains on me with a deathly silence, his eyes narrowing observing as he takes in my disheveled a

ogize, he looks away in total,

, he walks

the hallway, overwhelm

ara is completely fucking impossible. And in thus moment, it becomes clear to me how all night all I've been doing is making a fool of myself. And, now my s

ached, like he's speaking to someone on the p

f it. Plate n

e care of what? I know this isn't my business, but I'm only left to wonder what 'it' is? If 'it' sup

car. I have to see if

king lot, my eyes scanning the rows of vehicles with an aim to find anything that looks sleek enough

as I watch it f

iant truck glistening like charcoal under the glow of the streetlights. It doesn't look like a car a man like Alessandro Ferrara would drive. Sure, unlik

make out all those numbers. LZT-421. I

ed but I carry on for the sake of my sister and reach for the lid with trembling hands, hoping I would easily be able to open it. Ano

lift the lid, my heart sin

ody

fucking

the dim light. I feel a wave of nausea wash over me as I

the one, she'd speak up before I have the chan

n grieve for my sis

, I hear

lot makes me freeze, turning my whole world upside down. Panic sets in,

into the

ying still as the footsteps get closer, the gruff voices of men that accompany the steps getting louder and resounding rou

" I hear one of the men say, "We're t