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Chapter 124. “I’m Not Yours, Giordano”
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The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 127 – “Rot in Hell, Giordano”
Katarina – POV"Is he breathing?"My whisper felt loud in the quiet room.I crept closer, holding the lamp in both hands like it might protect me. The flame flickered, casting long shadows across Giordano’s massive bed.His chest didn’t move. His eyes were half-open, like he’d been caught mid-thought. But something in me said—he’s still alive. That bastard was too stubborn to die easy.I moved to the edge of the bed, heart pounding.My fingers trembled as I leaned the lamp toward him. “Giordano,” I said low, almost afraid to wake a ghost. “You done?”Nothing.Then—his fingers twitched.“Shit!” I jumped back.I dropped the lamp. It rolled across the marble floor, stopped against the dresser.I froze. Staring. Waiting.His lips parted. A sigh left him—soft, broken.And then... silence.No twitch. No flinch. No rise and fall of breath.His body relaxed completely. Arms falling loose. Eyes going glassy. That last twitch? That wasn’t life. That was death finally grabbing him by the neck a
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 126 – “The Sacrifice”
Vittorio – POV“Come here, baby… I’ve been waiting.” Her voice was soft and Sultry. Just the way I liked it.I blinked. And there she was. Katarina. Naked on my bed. Her long legs spread wide, robe open, body glowing like something out of a wet dream.I couldn’t breathe.She looked edible—skin glowing, lips parted, nipples hard, dripping wet between her thighs. Her eyes locked on mine like she could burn a hole through my chest. She was licking her lips, her eyes dark and hungry. She looked like sin and honey.“You’re back,” I breathed. “Jesus, look at you.”She smiled, slow and wicked. “I came for you, Vittorio. For this.” Her fingers trailed down her thigh. Then lower. She opened herself. “I killed him. Giordano. Now I’m yours.”I didn’t even blink. I crawled on the bed like a starving man. Crawled to her. Grabbed her thighs. Kissed the inside, trailing my tongue up and up until she shivered. She moaned, pulling me closer. “That’s it. Show me how much you missed me.”My li
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 125 – “I Missed Fucking You”
Selena – POV“Where is she? Where’s Katarina?” My voice cracked the second we rolled through the gates of Vittorio’s estate.“Stop crying, Selena,” I whispered to myself, wiping my face as the gates of Vittorio’s estate opened.Too late.The tears kept falling.Katarina had given herself up. For me. For real. That girl walked into a monster’s arms so I could breathe clean air again.My hands were shaking, and my throat was raw. I hadn’t even said thank you. She just looked back once from Giordano’s car—one look—and I saw it. The goodbye.I was out. She was in.I couldn’t stop crying mMyskin still smelling like chains and sweat and blood. But I sat up. Looked around. My chest ached. My throat burned.“She’s okay,” someone said beside me.Bullshit. I didn’t believe anything anymore.“Selena!” someone called. Not harsh. Not commanding. Warm.I looked up, still seated in the black armored SUV, and then I saw him.Lucas.Standing on the steps like he hadn’t moved all day. His jacket hal
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 124. “I’m Not Yours, Giordano”
Katarina – POV“Don’t die on me tonight, bitch,” I whispered to the mirror.I stood in front of the vanity, the black strappy lingerie clinging to my skin like second flesh. No panties. Just lace and sin. My skin was cold, but my blood was boiling. My heart beat so loud I could feel it in my ears.Left boot—tighter. Needle tucked in the lining, slick and silver like a secret. I slid on the long black robe, silky, soft, fake innocent. It covered just enough to not raise alarms in the hallway, but I was ready underneath. Ready to seduce. Ready to kill.I turned toward the door.And that’s when I heard the tiny footsteps.“Katarina?”Fuck.I froze, hand still on the doorknob. Then the tiny voice came again.“Katarina, wait.”Shit. The damn robe had just swayed past my ankles, and boom, there he was.It was Papi. Giordano’s boy. His little shadow. My soft spot.He stood barefoot in the dark hallway, clutching a teddy bear with one eye and half its stuffing hanging out. His face was scrun
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 123: Come Back To Me, Strega
Vittorio – POV Back AT his Mansion"She better stab that bastard in his sleep."The tires screeched as I punched the steering wheel, my jaw tight, fists tighter. The inside of the car felt like a furnace. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care about the heat. I cared about the damn fact that Katarina was sleeping under the same roof as that monster.I left her with that fucking demon. Giordano.I should’ve killed him with my bare hands. But no. She begged me. Said it had to be her. Said she needed to do it herself—kill him at his weakest. When he trusted her. When his guard was down.“Fuck,” I growled again, slamming the gear harder than I needed to. Valentino sat beside me, smirking like an asshole.“Jesus, Vit,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “You’re going to break the damn car.”“She’s with that demon. That sick fucking bastard.” My voice cracked. I didn’t even care."Relax, brother," he said. "Katarina’s got venom in her veins. Giordano won’t know what hit him.""I should’ve never left
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 122: The Night He Let His Guard Down
Katarina – POV“You hear what they did to her?”I stopped cold at the door. Selena. They were talking about Selena.Their Voices were Low. Whispered. Slaves in the kitchen. I was headed there to grab water. But that sentence stopped me cold.“They broke her,” one woman said, voice trembling. “Selena. Sweet thing. Always sang while scrubbing the floors. Until they sent her to there and then katarina is next.’”I stepped back slowly, heart pounding in my chest. The air smelled of old oil and ash. I didn’t want to breathe.“Don’t say her name too loud. She’s the queen now.” “That girl… she’ll break soon. Just like Selena did.”A shame She never even got to say goodbye to her little boy. Papi still thinks she’s coming back.”Their whispers stopped the second I stepped into the kitchen hallway. Three maids hunched near the pantry, pretending to scrub floors. I wasn’t supposed to hear them. But I did. Every damn word.They went quiet when they saw me. All of them. Couldn’t even meet my eye
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