Semua Bab The Mafia Kings Plaything : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Katarina PovOutside the ClubMy panties were still damp.I didn’t know if it was fear or lust.But when I looked up at the night sky outside the club—I knew I’d changed.I slumped back against the cold metal bench, trying to scrub the memory out of my head.The kiss. His voice. His hands.It felt like a dream—until I remembered how hard I was shaking.No. It happened.All of it.Sitting next to me, Selena booked us a cab and fixed her eyes on her phone. It was about midnight, the city streets were empty except for a few late-night wanderers. I shut my eyes, but images from the club continued to flash behind them.Minutes later, a car showed up. As we hopped in, the driver barely said anything, and the quiet between us was hostile. I gave Selena a quick look. She sensed my unease."What then happened in there? " Selena asked in a hushed voice. She looked across at me, worry written on her face.I let out a nervous breath, the events from the club all at once running back to me. "Sel,

Katarina POVBack Inside the bookstoreThe scream died in my throat. But it wasn’t one of the tattooed men. Just some drunk, stumbling from the alley, grabbing my arm to steady himself. “I’m sorry,” he slurred, eyes glassy. I tore my arm free and ran—heart pounding, breath catching, legs moving on instinct. I didn’t stop until I was inside the bookstore.Safe. Sort of.But my skin still burned where he touched me. I hated that I was shaking. Hated how danger seemed to follow me like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.I needed to forget.The book was still in my lap. Same filthy page. Same aching tension between my legs. But this time, my hands trembled as I turned the next line. I wasn’t calm anymore.I could still feel the drunk’s fingers around my wrist, even though he’d stumbled off muttering apologies. Even though I was safe. Sort of.“He slammed into her, stretching her wide as she moaned his name. Her hands clawed the desk, her body shaking as his cock drove deeper, deeper…”

Katarina’s POVMy father’s eyes burned into me, his resentment thick and ugly. His mouth twisted—not in anger, but something worse. A threat. “After that text. After that knock. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t breathe. And now, my father stood in the doorway, selling me.”His voice icy, he yelled, "Get ready, Katarina." "The Giordano Cartel will be here for you. Don't force me to wait.I froze. The chill wasn’t just fear—it was disbelief. Numbness.I was being sold. Like a piece of property. Like a whore.The dream from the night before still clung to me like sweat. I could feel the Don’s voice on my skin, the echo of his belt dragging across tile, the phantom sting of his teeth on my shoulder.I had woken up dripping, ashamed, aroused—and now this?This couldn’t be real. I was due for sale to the Cartel, To a man I didn’t even know. The anger inside me flared up, ready to burst over, but I swallowed it. Fighting would not be worth it. Not at this time. Not when challenging the rules meant

Katarina's POV, Liam’s Apartment“What the hell!” I slammed the bathroom door so hard the walls trembled.My chest rose and fell in panicked, ragged gasps.I slumped against the door, heart pounding, bare feet slipping on the wet tile.I pressed my forehead to the cold wood, squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to break.Liam was watching me. I felt his eyes on my body the whole time. Burning, staring, even when I ducked under the water. Even when I turned away, hoping he would leave without making it obvious, I caught him and making everything weird between us.He just stood there. Silent. Peeking through the crack of the door like some twisted predator.My hands shook as I grabbed the thin towel from the rack, wrapping it around my naked body.I could still feel the sting of soap against my raw skin.Bruises bloomed across my thighs. My legs ached deep between, from running, falling—from everything that broke me in the last 24 hours.I rubbed my arms roughly, trying to scrub off the

Giordano’s POV, Party at Giordano House"Pop the fucking bottles!" I roared, slamming my fist into the marble bar just as champagne spilled down the jiggling ass of a blonde grinding on my lap. She squealed, laughing, not caring that half the bottle had poured down her bare back. Her fingers trailed across my chest, sticky with sweat and Dom Pérignon. Around us, the world burned gold. Bronzed skin glittered under the Mediterranean sun, cocaine dusted the rims of wine glasses like snowflakes from hell, and the prettiest whores Naples had to offer wiggled their oiled tits for whoever had the biggest bankroll or the meanest face.The pool shimmered like liquid sapphire beneath their feet. And tonight? Tonight was supposed to be the night I claimed my virgin prize. Katarina Delgado. Bought. Paid for. Waiting for me to break her.The thought of her—sweet, untouched, trembling—tightened something dark and greedy in my gut. She was supposed to be tied up by now, locked in my private suite, a