All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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

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

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

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

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.