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Chapter 132. Jet Fueled Fucking
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The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 132. Jet Fueled Fucking
Katarina Pov“You smell like victory,” I whispered. “Like sweat and sin and leather.”My hips rolled against him like they had a mind of their own. I felt him—thick, hard, already pulsing through his slacks.“You missed this?” he asked, voice hot on my lips.I nodded, grinding down. “Missed your cock. Missed your hands. Missed the way you say ‘mine’ like it’s a curse.”He pulled my shirt over my head in one sharp move. His hands found my breasts through the lace, thumbs dragging across my nipples until I gasped.“You know what I missed?” he said, kissing the top of my chest. “The way you look when you ride me like the world’s ending.”His hands moved to my pants.He peeled them off slow, dragging the fabric down my thighs like a present he wanted to unwrap with his teeth.I was already dripping.He slid two fingers inside and watched my mouth fall open.“Wet already?” he teased. “You like making me crazy, don’t you?”I couldn’t answer. I just moved—rocking my hips over his hand until
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 131 – Meet PaPi
Katarina – POV"Vittorio!" I screamed again, my chest tight with hope.I took off like my soul had leapt before my body. Papi's giggles trailed behind me as I sprinted across the gravel, heart pounding. For a second, I thought the sky itself was shaking.The black jet sliced low over the trees like a damn predator. Thunder in its wings. Wind was kicking up the earth like it was announcing war.Valentino shielded his eyes, already pissed. “Fucking dramatic bastard.”I didn’t even hide my grin. My eyes were already stinging.Then I saw him.Descending the jet stairs in a black suit, crisp and cruel. No tie. His shirt open just enough to tease the ink on his chest. Vittorio De Luca. He walked with that slow, savage confidence—like he already owned the ground he hadn’t stepped on yet.I didn’t wait.I ran straight at him and launched myself into his chest.He caught me like he’d been waiting a lifetime.His arms snapped around me so tight my bones groaned. My feet lifted off the ground.
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 130 – Fucking Dramatic Bastard
Katarina – POV“Papi, hurry!” I snapped, dragging the bag over my shoulder with one hand and grabbing his little wrist with the other. “We're not waiting another second.”He skipped beside me, stuffed bunny bouncing in his arm, mouth full of sunflower seeds. “Are we going to your house now?”“Hold tight, Papi,” I muttered, gripping his tiny hand in mine. “We’re almost out.”He nodded, clutching his stuffed bunny to his chest. His steps were uneven, but his face was lit up like we were going on vacation instead of escaping a goddamn crime scene.I paused at the iron gate. Blood still crusted under my nails. My shirt clung to my back, sticky with sweat. Giordano's stench felt like it was still on my skin even though his body was cooling in the hallway behind us.I didn’t answer Papi. I didn’t know what came next. Only that it wasn’t here.The gates were already unlocked. My freedom was a step away.I touched the iron handle. Cold. Heavy. The last line between me and the rest of my life.
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 129 – PACK ME A SUIT. BLACK.
Vittorio – POV At His Mansion,“Lock the fucking doors. Nobody enters and Nobody breathes unless I say so.”The heat slapped me the moment I stepped into Malva’s circle. The walls pulsed red from the fire in the center of the room. Sweat already gathered at my back, sliding down my spine. Smoke curled thick in the air, burning herbs mixed with blood, something sweet and rotten, something alive.Malva stood barefoot by the flames, her long braids wet with oil, her skin shimmering with sweat. She didn’t look at me. Didn’t speak. Just dropped bone after bone into the fire like she was feeding some starving god.“Sit,” she said, finally. Her voice cut through the smoke like a blade.I sat cross-legged across the fire from her, heart pounding against my ribs. The floor beneath me was hot. My palms burned where they touched it. I didn’t flinch."Let her live," I muttered under my breath. "Take anything from me. Rip my name off this earth if you want. Just give her back to me."Malva drop
The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 128 – Lucas Used Me
Selena – POV“Vittorio, no!”I screamed.I didn’t mean to. It just ripped out of me. The sound bounced off the stone walls, sharp and raw.Scarface dropped like a ragdoll, blood splattering the gravel. His eyes stayed wide even after he hit the ground. Empty. Gone.I’d seen shit. I’d seen death. But not like this.Not this close. Not this real. Not from him.Vittorio didn’t even blink. Just stood there holding the smoking gun, calm like he’d just closed a business deal. His eyes were empty. Like a ghost took over.I felt like I couldn’t breathe.I took a shaky step back. My stomach twisted. My hands covered my mouth. I remembered that face—the man who stormed Katarina’s mother’s house, the one I barely escaped. And now he was lying there dead, murdered in cold blood right in front of me.“Why?” I choked, barely hearing my own voice. “Why the fuck did you kill him like that?”Vittorio turned. Slowly. His face was stone, but his eyes burned. “You should be thanking me.”“What?”“You’r
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
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