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Chapter 25: Ungrateful Little B*tch

작가: Marie Jessette
last update 게시일: 2025-06-20 01:22:35
Katarina's POV

"Maribel?" I whispered.

My voice echoed quietly in the dim room. My body still ached, warm from the way she'd touched me just hours ago. The mattress beside me was cold.

She was gone.

I sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The room was silent, still, strange. Why would she leave without saying anything? Why sneak off in the middle of the night?

I lay back down, my heart heavy, trying not to overthink it. Maybe she got caught. Maybe she just didn’t want to risk getting attach
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    Katarina’s POVThe drive back was quiet, but my chest wasn’t. Every word that man at the cemetery said kept replaying in my head — the child, the bloodline, the throne.Vittorio’s hand rested on my thigh the whole way home, thumb brushing over my skin like he was afraid I’d disappear if he stopped touching me. When we finally drove past the edge of the cemetery, he suddenly spoke.“Stop the car.”Valentino frowned but pulled over. “We good?”Vittorio didn’t answer. He stepped out, came around, and opened my door. Then without warning, he lifted me into his arms.“Vittorio—what are you doing?” I whispered, startled but clinging to him anyway.“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.”He carried me across the empty road, into a small stone church sitting just beyond the trees. The place looked ancient—quiet, lit by a single lamp over the altar. It smelled like old candles and rain.He set me down in front of the pews, hands still around my waist. His eyes were softer than I’d ever

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 171 – The Cemetery Meeting

    Katarina’s POV“Holy shit, I’m freezing.”That was the first thing Luce said when she walked through the front doors like she’d just returned from a weekend trip instead of being kidnapped. She was wrapped in a huge coat, hair messy, eyes sharper than ever.“That bastard Mori?” she shouted the second she stepped in. “I swear to God, I’ll gut that son of a bitch myself!”Valentino looked up from the couch, calm as ever. “Well, good morning to you too.”“Don’t ‘good morning’ me,” Luce snapped. “They locked me in a cold room for two days. Two. Days. You know how hard it is to sleep on a floor that smells like bleach?”I just stood there, watching her. She was still herself — fierce, unfiltered, all noise and chaos. But something in her eyes was different this time.Vittorio stepped forward, voice even. “They didn’t hurt you?”“No,” she said, throwing her arms out. “Fed me like I was on vacation. Soup, rice, and those stupid green teas. I almost started liking it before I remembered I was

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 170 – Back To Square One

    Katarina’s POV The Next MorningI was heading down the hall when I heard them. Vittorio’s voice — low, sharp — came through the half-open door of the office.“—they never made it back,” he said.I stopped cold.Valentino was pacing. “You’re saying both of them are gone?”“Gone,” Vittorio said flatly. “The maid and the man she met.”My heart kicked. Rosa.I leaned closer to the doorway, careful not to make a sound.“We had someone tail her,” Vittorio continued. “She went straight to an old part of town. A diner near the docks. Sat there like she was waiting for someone. An older man came in, maybe sixty, dressed too clean for the area.”Valentino grunted. “Government type?”“Could be,” Vittorio said. “He sat with her. She handed him the note. He opened it, looked at it once through his glasses.” Vittorio’s voice dropped. “And then both of them dropped dead.”My breath caught.“What?” Valentino said.“They were shot,” Vittorio said. “Two clean bullets. Same time. Long range. Someone w

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 169 – The Cleaning Room

    Katarina’s POV“I don’t like it,” I said, staring at the locked door at the end of the hallway. “Something’s wrong.”Vittorio looked up from the folder he was reading. “What is it little fox?”“The cleaning room,” I said. “That’s where she was. Fiorella — or whatever her name is — she wasn’t just hiding there. She was doing something.”Valentino kicked back in his chair. “What, folding towels suspiciously?”I gave him a look. “She was too calm when you brought her in. Like she knew something we didn’t.”Vittorio’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying,” I said slowly, “she left something behind.”He stared at me for a second, jaw tightening. “You think she planted something?”“Or hid something.” I crossed my arms. “You didn’t see her face when you mentioned the cleaning hallway. She flinched.”Valentino leaned forward. “You sure?”“I’m sure enough to bet your stupid car on it.”That got his attention. He grinned. “Now I’m listening.”Vittorio stood, pacing once. “

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 168 – We Dug Up Your Grave

    Vittorio’s POV“Sit her down.”Fiorella didn’t fight when the guards pushed her into the chair. Her wrists were tied, ankles too. Her hair was a mess, eyes swollen, face pale but proud. Like she still thought she had a way out.Valentino leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Comfortable?”She smirked. “I’ve had worse.”I ignored her and nodded for the guards to leave. The door shut, heavy and final.The silence that followed was thick. Only her breathing and the small hum of the light.Katarina stood by the wall, arms crossed, a bandage still on her head. She shouldn’t have been here. I told her that, twice already.“You’re not staying,” I said without looking at her.“I’m not leaving either,” she said.“This isn’t your fight.”“She hit me in the head,” she shot back. “It feels like my fight.”I turned to her then, slow. “Not this time. You’re done getting hurt for me. I’ll handle it.”Katarina’s mouth tightened, but she didn’t argue again. She just moved to the corner and folded h

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 167 – Time to Talk

    Vittorio’s POV“Signore! Signore!” Ombra’s voice ripped through the hall like a scream.I was halfway through pulling on a shirt when she burst into the room, eyes wide, face pale. “It’s Madam Katarina—she’s hurt! The war room door was open. She’s on the floor—there’s blood!”For one second, everything stopped. Then I was moving. Without shoes and no shirt. Just shorts and the rush of adrenaline. In my body Valentino came out of his room at the same time, his hair was a mess and gun already in hand. “What happened?” he barked. Ombra was still panting. “The nanny found Katarina in the war room. Said she was bleeding. I—I think someone attacked her.”He didn’t wait for more.We moved with speed.The house blurred. I barely saw the marble or the guards we passed. My head was ringing too loud to hear anything except her name.Please not her. Not again.When we reached the west wing, Ombra pointed. “There!”The war room door was half open and Blood smeared the floor. And she was

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    CHAPTER  150 — I Don’t Need a Face to Kill You

    The Japanese Special Guest POV… A Meeting at a secret back room clubThe bass from the club thumped through the walls, a steady, heavy beat that made the glasses on the table tremble. The back office smelled like old wood, leather, and expensive cigar smoke. No windows. Just one dim lamp hanging

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-03

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 155 – The Yellow Dress

    Katarina’s POV“Papi!” I called out, my voice echoing through the villa’s hall. The yellow sundress Vittorio asked for swished around my thighs as I spun. Too bright for a house full of ghosts, but he wanted it, so I wore it.Ombra appeared first, silent as always, Papi’s small hand in hers. His li

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-03

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    Chapter 147 – The Smell of Her

    Katarina POVThe knock wasn’t loud, but it still made my chest clench. When I opened the door, Vittorio was there — no tie, shirt hanging open like it had given up on him, hair a mess from his own hands. He smelled like champagne and something darker, heavier… the kind of scent that stuck to skin

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-02

  • The Mafia Kings Plaything    CHAPTER 152 — Pretending To Be My Dead Sister

    Estella’s {Fiorella’s estranged twin sister peretending to be her} POV“Shut the door, Suzy. All the way.”The latch clicked, soft as a secret. The room was mine now.Vittorio’s room.The first thing that hit me was the smell. Not Vittorio’s cologne—though that clung heavy on the sheets, bitter and

    last update최신 업데이트 : 2026-04-03
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