All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vittorio’s POV At The Governor's Golf ClubLast night’s chaos still burned in my veins.The smell of blood. The painted mark. That exact shape on her back—Valentino had noticed it first, called it the fox, but I saw it for what it was.A warning. A fucking prophecy. Drawn in blood.And ever since, I hadn’t let Katarina out of my sight. Not even for a second.“Do you believe me now?” Valentino asked this morning, jaw clenched, voice low and sharp as we stood alone in the hall. “Her blood isn’t just rare—it’s hunted.”I didn’t answer.Because I did believe him.But belief came with a price, and I’d kill every bastard who knew it.We’d just gotten intel from Naples. My men pulled a surveillance still, clear as daylight. The dealer who sold that black poison. The one that burned through Fiorella like acid.Scarface’s intel had been right.And that made him a liability now.I remembered Fiorella’s scream—choked, blistered. Her lips were foaming. Her eyes locked on mine like they knew I had

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

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

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.

Katarina POV...I didn’t even hear the door creak open. I was too busy choking on my own moans, legs trembling, Vittorio’s hands fisted in my hair while he pounded into me like the war between us was under my skin now. The mirror fogged. My breath left streaks down the glass.And then— A breath. A sound.My moan caught in my throat like a punch. I turned—hair clinging to my face, sweat dripping between my breasts. And there he was. Valentino. Framed in the doorway like a fucking dream turned wrong. His shirt half-open, pants low on his hips, eyes drowning in something dangerous. His stare landed on my body—my naked skin stretched tight against Vittorio’s grip, our bodies locked, still connected. Still full. Still moving.He looked broken. And hungry. And so goddamn lost it made my heart twist and my pussy clench all over again.His mouth parted slightly, like he wasn’t sure if this was a hallucination or a punishment. His eyes—those tortured, green-gold eyes—landed on me first.