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Chapter 107: Clean The Body, Burn It.
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The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 108: Dirty Apologies
Katarina POV Outside Velmorra“Burn it.”That’s all he said. Cold. Flat. Final.Then he turned and walked off like I didn’t exist—like I hadn’t just brought a goddamn cop into his home.Vittorio’s boots echoed up the stairs, each step loud and furious. His back was tight. His jaw, locked. I saw it. The kind of anger that didn’t come with shouting—just silence and the promise of war.Lucas stood there like a ghost. His hands were stained. His knuckles were still white around the handle of the knife. His eyes didn’t blink.“You okay?” I asked, voice low.He didn’t answer right away.I moved closer. The air between us smelled like copper, sweat, and burnt dust.“I’ve seen death before,” he whispered. “But that man… Vittorio? He looked at me like I wasn’t real. Like I was already dead.”I nodded once. “He does that.”Lucas dragged in a shaky breath. “He scares the shit out of me.”“Good,” I muttered. “Means you’re smart.”We stood there for a second. Just silence and the body between us.
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 107: Clean The Body, Burn It.
Lucas POV At Velmorra My knife was still wet.The guy I stabbed was heavier than he looked—deadweight dragging through gravel like a bag of cement. My shirt clung to my chest. Blood on my forearms. Sweat soaking the back of my neck. My breath came sharp and uneven, lungs burning like I’d been sprinting through smoke.I was halfway behind the old stone shed when I heard it.Crunch. Tires. Then silence.A car door slammed.“Fuck,” I whispered, freezing mid-drag.I turned my head.And that’s when I saw her.Katarina. Standing beside the one man I’d spent the last two years collecting intel on.Vittorio Don-fucking-de Luca.I should’ve run. Should’ve dropped the body, thrown up my hands, said something clever like, “Surprise, bitch.” But no. My brain short-circuited. I just stood there, like an idiot. A knife in one hand, blood on the other, looking guilty as hell.She froze. He didn’t. His hand drifted toward his jacket—slow, calm, practiced. Death with manners.“Lucas?” Katarina st
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 106: Flash Back To Stage One
Selena POV“Is she breathing?” “Vitals are steady.” “She lost too much blood—get her on the bed!”The sheets stuck to my back. Sweat—or the fake stuff—trickled down my spine. My ears buzzed from all the noise. Gloves snapped. Metal clinked. A tray hit the nightstand with a clatter. Something cold stabbed into my arm—IV. The smell of alcohol, iron, and panic choked the room.Hands. Everywhere. Lifting me. Voices loud. The floor was cold one second, velvet sheets the next. A light hit my face. Someone peeled my robe back. Latex gloves touched my thigh. Giordano’s voice barked orders in the background like a panicked general.“Fix her. If she dies—if she fucking dies—”“Get her robe off. Check her pupils. Start fluids.”One nurse was shaking.“I don’t see any external wound,” another said quietly. “Where’s the bleed?”“It’s... inside,” someone lied.I kept my face slack. Just a girl caught in someone else's crossfire.And Giordano? He was pacing. Sweating. Breathing too loud.“She ate
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 105: My Puppet Princess Is Bleeding
Giordano POV: At His Mansion“Papi, not now.”“I made it special, Daddy!”He shoved the tray at me—half a sandwich and some weird sweet drink. Too red. Too sugared. Probably drugged with innocence and bad ideas. I looked down at his messy handwriting on the napkin: For Daddy only. Don’t share with wife.I almost laughed.“Later,” I said, patting his head. “Go terrorize the guards.”He skipped off, humming.I didn’t touch the food.Not because I suspected the kid. But because I had other cravings today.The cellar door groaned when I opened it. Always locked. Always cold.It used to hold wine.Now?It held her.The shrine.Hidden deep beneath the house, under a wall of fake shelves and brick. Only I had the code. Only I had the key.I stepped in.Light buzzed from the single bulb overhead.The room smelled like old stone, iron, and sterile alcohol. The walls were covered in printed photos. Dozens. Hundreds. Her face. Her body. Her screams. Her moans. Katarina in every angle—from survei
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 104: A Witch’s Warning
Katarina – POVThe ship smelled like old wood and incense. Thick, spicy air. The kind that sticks in your throat and coats your tongue like ash.Hot. Thick. Like the wind knew secrets it didn’t want to share. My skin prickled.Vittorio had insisted on one last stop before heading back. “Just one last visit,” he said. “Family.”Family. Right.“To pay respects,” he told me. But the way his jaw clenched told me it was more than that.He’d sealed a deal with the governor. The snake who poisoned Fiorella had a face now. Vittorio was ready to burn Naples to the ground. But before the fire, he needed ghosts.Valentino stayed close, unusually quiet. Which was weird. The man had a mouth that never shut up. But today? His silence was a weight.“This is her hometown,” Val finally muttered, brushing sand off his sleeves. “Our mothers.”I looked up at the crumbling house before us—more shrine than home. Carved wood. Charcoal symbols painted around the door. Skulls tucked into flower pots. Not fake
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 103: In Between Kings
Vittorio Pov At The Rooftop PoolValentino was beside her. In the water. His arms resting along the edge like a king waiting for his queen to beg. He looked up at me and grinned. Like I was late to my own party.“About time,” he called out. “She asked for you.”Katarina didn’t deny it. She just turned slowly in the water—eyes finding mine—and smiled.That smile? That look?Fuck the governor.I stripped. Right there. Shirt. Belt. Pants. Dropped everything.My cock was already hard from the second I saw her. The breeze hit my skin like fire and salt. I didn’t care who saw. Let the whole fucking club watch. Let them learn.I stepped into the pool.The water kissed my thighs, my waist, my chest—cold, then hot once I was closer to her.Katarina swam toward me. That body. Those eyes. She didn’t stop until her hands were on my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my waist.“You really let him touch you first?” I murmured.“I let you watch,” she whispered, lips brushing my ear.I grabbe
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