All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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.

Valentino – POV After driving off the Deluca estate to save Katarina“Wait—what did you just say?” I snapped.Ghost didn’t flinch. “They’re digging a grave. Giordano’s estate. Quiet. Two men. One shovel. One body bag.”Vittorio stayed calm. Nodded once. “Malva!!.”That was it. Aunt Malva?I turned away from the window, fists clenched. My chest burned. “You serious right now?”Vittorio barely glanced at me. “It is Handled.”“Handled?” I scoffed. “You mean like Fiorella was handled?”That hit him. His jaw twitched, just once. But he didn’t say a damn word.I didn’t wait for his permission. I stormed down the hallway like my boots had fire under them.If he wanted to play chess with ghosts, fine. I was done watching.This time, I’d bury the devil myself.I reached the garage.Grabbed the closest blade from the weapons case. Long, sharp, unforgiving.Then I did it.I slashed every tire.Every fucking one.Just to stop them from chasing me— to remind Vittorio who the older twin was.The o

Selena – POVPapi yawned as he rubbed his eyes, clinging to my hand like a little vine. “I’m not sleepy,” he lied for the third time, dragging his stuffed bear by the ear.“Yeah, sure, little monster,” I muttered, brushing his curls away from his sticky forehead. “Your eyes are closing.”Katarina was still at the dining table with Vittorio. Her cheeks were flushed, and her legs looked like they could barely hold her up. I didn’t ask. I knew that look too well.“I’ll get him settled,” I said to her softly.She nodded gratefully, resting her head on Vittorio’s shoulder like a cat curling into a demon.I took Papi’s hand and led him toward the hallway, his little feet slapping against the marble floor.As we passed the long corridor leading to Katarina and Vittorio’s room, I heard it.Moaning.Loud.Desperate.Hot.“Ah—fuck me—, please—”I froze.Papi blinked up at me. “Why’s she screaming?”“Nothing,” I said quickly, tugging him away. “She’s, uh… she’s playing a grown-up game.”Just ahe

Katarina – POV“I think I’m gonna puke... again.”That was the first thing I mumbled, face half-buried in a silk pillow, sheets tangled between my thighs, mouth dry as sand. My stomach twisted hard, that sharp nausea that doesn’t give warning. I barely made it to the gold-plated sink before I lost it all. Gagging. Shaking.Last night’s images still burned in my skull—the dog. Fiorella’s dog. Blood everywhere. Eyes open. Cold. Just lying there like some sick warning.“What the fuck is happening to me?” I whispered to the mirror.“Fuck,” I groaned, clutching my stomach as I leaned over the bed.I’d thrown up twice already.At first, I blamed it on the dead dog from last night—the way its blood had spilled across the marble like someone slit open a memory. But this morning? It was more than nausea. I was dizzy. Weak. My mouth tasted like copper and regret.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Still naked under Vittorio’s silk sheets, I rolled over to breathe.That’s when I saw it.

Katarina Pov at Deluca mansion after returning from the Paris Shoping“Hey, where’s Papi’s nanny?” I asked, glancing around the quiet hallway as I set my heels by the wall. “I thought she was with him today…”I continued while kicking off my heels as soon as I stepped into the marble-floored hallway. My hands were full—shopping bags from Paris, glittering boxes, tissue paper fluttering like little flags of celebration. But something felt... off. Too quiet.Selena looked up from the sofa where she sat, her legs curled under her, Papi tucked against her chest like a baby koala. His little curls bounced as he clapped when he saw me.“She hasn’t shown up all day,” Selena said with a small frown. “I thought she was with you.”“Nope,” I said again, pulling out a tiny navy-blue suit from one of the bags. “Look what I got for my favorite little prince.”Papi squealed and kicked his legs, reaching for the suit like it was candy."And for you," I said, pulling out a sleek wine-red dress and to