All Chapters of A Toy For The Ruthless Mafia Lord : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 162Giovanni pulled up slowly, the engine humming low, like a grumble, before he killed it. He had stepped out without his guards or a convoy. Just him. He didn't want anyone to trail him. He stepped out of the car, slammed the door and lit a cigarette, before started walking.Lucifer was already waiting under a cover in a dark space across the street. Far away from light but still around the people enough to blend in. With one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding a cigarette that had long burned out. He didn’t speak when Giovanni appeared, he just glared at him.“You’re late,” Lucifer said calmly.Giovanni scoffed and glanced at his watch. “Two minutes.”Lucifer arched his brow. “Two minutes is enough to lose a life.”Giovanni shrugged his shoulders. “You asked me here. I want to know why.”Lucifer stepped closer and placed his hands on his shoulder like he was trying to comfort him. “I want us to take the test again.”Giovanni’s face tightened and he stepped back. “S

CHAPTER 164The door slammed shut behind them and the lock clicked. They had asked the guards to take charge at the front so no one else was allowed in.Giovanni collapsed onto the couch in his office, clutching his ribs from laughing too hard. He laughed for three straight minutes. Loud. Almost maniacally, like he was losing it. Or like he was super excited.Three doctors stood near the side table, awkward and silent. They exchanged glances, clearly confused by what they were witnessing. Beside them, Lucifer stood still with his arms folded, and his face cold. The sound of Giovanni’s laughter grated on his nerves.“Are you done?” Lucifer asked, his voice low and without emotion.Giovanni only laughed harder, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.Lucifer’s patience snapped and he marched forward and grabbed Giovanni by the shoulders, shoving him back against the couch cushions. His eyes darkened and the edges of his jaw twitched.“Don’t you ever put Katherine under that kind of d

CHAPTER 166Katherine sat on the cold floor, her scowl deepening as she adjusted the folds of the now useless wedding dress, wincing when the cuffs bit into her raw wrists. She let out a low, frustrated hiss and gripped the pocket knife tighter.The blade scraped against the wood, carving slow, ragged lines into the doorframe. She’d been at it for hours, pausing only when her muscles gave out, but she knew she couldn't stop.The knife wasn’t meant for this. It had been sharpened for days by her till it glistened like silver, for this special occasion. It was supposed to tear deep into Giovanni or Riley if they had dared come close again. But now? It was her damn escape ticket.And Riley had murdered isla right before her. The splashes of Isla's blood had coated the bottom of her wedding dress and she had zero knowledge if it was ever going to wash off. Not like she cared anyway. At least other than being stacked into a van with sweaty and smelly big men, that was the highlight of her

CHAPTER 168The room was silent. Too silent. No one spoke to the other, rather they only stared sharply. It was the most difficult meeting ever.Lucifer sat at the head of the table, his fingers drumming slowly against the polished wood and his eyes watching everyone closely. On either side of him, Giovanni’s men and his own allies sat stiffly, their eyes fixed on the floor or glaring daggers at Giovanni across the room.No one spoke nor moved.Finally, Ravi leaned back in his chair and looked Giovanni down. “We can’t help him.”Lucifer’s eyes met his dangerously but Ravi held his ground. “We swore loyalty to you, Lucifer. Not to him.”There were murmurs of agreement among his fellow allies.“Someone else?” another man said, folding his arms. “Maybe. But Giovanni?” His lip curled in disgust. “No chance.”The third man slammed his palm on the table. “This bastard’s the reason half of us got kicked out of the underworld in the first place! You want us to work with him? After everything

CHAPTER 170Katherine’s foot slammed into the door, rattling it on its hinges.“Fucking retards,” she hissed, her chest heaving in disappointment. She’d been so close. So close. One more twist, one more push and then? She would be out of this god–forsaken, hell–makeover of a room she was forced to stay. And she felt sleepy, really dizzy and had slept. Those ingrates must have come in when she was sleeping and probably injected her when she wasn’t looking. Now she was awake to find that the doorknob had been replaced with solid metal, polished and strong. One that she couldn't scratch her way out with.Her eyes burned with rage at the wasted effort. “Cowards.”She slumped down on the floor, her breath ragged and her gaze drifted to the cursed wedding dress she was still trapped in.She hadn't had a bath in days. And every part of her itched with frustration, every second in this damn thing felt like another chain. She was desperate to peel it off her skin but it just was too tight an