All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Katarina POV“Don’t tell me to leave, Kat.”Selena’s voice cracked through the morning air. She stood with her suitcase by the gates, her hair pulled back tight, lips pressed thin. Behind her, the driver leaned on the car, waiting. The iron gates were half-open, and from this far you could already hear the faint buzz of reporters from the other side of the estate.I folded my arms, trying to look calm even though my chest hurt. “You promised Lucas you’d go back to him. Don’t start now.”“I don’t care about promises.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Fiorella is back. You think I can just leave you here with her circling like a vulture?”The early morning wind picked up, tugging at her coat. Her eyes flashed, stubborn, just like mine.I reached out and squeezed her wrist. “Listen to me. I’m fine. I’m not scared of her.”Selena laughed, bitter. “Not scared? She has a history with both of them. You think she came back for fun? She came back to ruin you.”I smiled, but it didn’t

Vittorio POV“What did you say?” My voice cut so low it barely reached the reporters five rooms away.Katarina’s eyes were glassy from the flashes, the sunlight, the lies. She didn’t flinch. She whispered it again, like a confession or a prayer: “I think I’m pregnant.”For a second the world didn’t exist. The microphones hummed. A camera clicked. The taste of metal filled my mouth — the taste of my own blood, sudden and bright. Something small and traitorous beat in my chest. I felt light there, and sick, and more alive than I had in years.I had never wanted an heir. I had never let myself think about a child. Children meant futures, and futures were soft things where bullets did not belong. I was a man who built walls out of men; a child would be paper in that storm. But when Katarina said the word, something like butterflies leaked into my ribs.“Are you… sure?” My words came out rough. I pointed at her, not sure what else to do with the shape of the news.She pressed a hand to her

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 little shoes slapped the tiles as he ran straight into me.“Kat!” He crashed into my legs, almost knocking me over. His cheeks flushed, hair wild. “I haven’t seen you since last night’s party. I thought you left me!”I crouched, smoothing his hair back. “I’m sorry, Papi. Aunt Selena didn’t want to wake you. She wanted you to rest, so she slipped out while you were asleep.”His mouth turned down. “She didn’t even say goodbye.”I kissed his forehead. “She left you sweets, though. Loads of them. She wanted you to wake up happy.”He dug in his pocket and pulled out a sticky lollipop. “She always does that.” He stared at it like it wasn’t enough. His little voice cracked. “I miss my dad too. When c

Valentino’s POVThe crowd outside the car roared like thunder. Cameras flashed. Engines screamed in the distance. Every sound blended into one low growl under my skin.I stepped out first. My men were already lined up, forming a wall between me and the crowd. Sunglasses, earpieces, hands tucked under jackets — all muscle and silence. When I moved, they bowed their heads slightly. Respect. Fear. Habit.“Katarina,” I said, glancing back.She stepped out after me in that bright yellow dress Vittorio had ordered. The thing glowed like sunlight. Every man within ten feet turned to look at her. I didn’t blame them — she looked like sin pretending to be summer.Then Fiorella climbed out, all smooth grace and smiles, her hand bandaged like she was showing off a trophy. I hadn’t invited her, but there she was — glued to my arm before I could even blink.“This way, sir,” one of the escorts said, leading us toward the private VIP balcony.The smell hit first — gasoline, rubber, and something met

Katarina’s POV“Where the hell am I?”The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was light — too much of it. Bright, white, blinding. It stabbed behind my eyelids. Then faces. Blurry, moving around me. Voices overlapping.“She’s awake!” someone shouted. “Get the doctor!” “Easy, easy— don’t move her yet.”I blinked fast, trying to see through the haze. My head throbbed like I’d been hit with a brick. Everything smelled like alcohol wipes and metal. A hospital. I was in a damn hospital.“What—” My voice came out hoarse. “What happened?”A nurse leaned over me, smiling the way people do when they’re trying to calm a bomb. “You fainted, signorina. You’re safe. Please relax.”Fainted?I tried to sit up, but the IV tugged at my arm. “No, I— there was a crash. At the track. Where’s—” My stomach turned. “Where’s Valentino?”The nurse glanced toward the door. “He’s fine, signorina. Resting in the next room.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My chest ached. My body felt