The Mafia Kings Plaything のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Katarina’s POV“Mommy Kat!”The second I stepped through the door, a tiny body slammed into my legs.“Papi—” I barely caught him before he almost tripped us both. His arms wrapped tight around me, face buried in my stomach.“You came back!” he said, voice muffled.I smiled weakly, running my hand through his hair. “Of course I came back, troublemaker.”Ombra appeared from the hallway, her scarf wrapped tight around her head. “He refused to sleep,” she said, shaking her head. “Said he would not close eyes until he saw you.”Papi looked up at her, serious. “I told you she’d come.”I laughed softly. “You win, little man. But now it’s late. You need to go to bed.”He frowned. “Only if you tuck me in.”“I will,” I promised. “In a minute.”Vittorio’s voice came from behind me, low and dry. “I need tucking in too. Who’s taking care of me?”I turned, giving him a look. “You can tuck yourself, big man.”He smirked. “I was hoping for equal treatment.”“Dream on,” I muttered, brushing past him.

Fiorella’s POV“They’re watching me,” I whispered. The mirror didn’t answer, but I saw it in the reflection — two guards outside my door, pretending not to stare. Suzy sat up, blinking. “Mama, no one’s there.”“Don’t lie to me,” I snapped, pointing at the door. “They whisper. At night. You don’t hear it because you sleep like a baby.”She frowned. “They’re watching us,” I said louder this time. “They’ll check the house at sunrise. If I don’t move now, it’s over.”Suzy rubbed her eyes from the bed. “Mama, who?”“Everyone,” I snapped. “Go back to sleep.”She sat up, hugging her stuffed bear. “You didn’t sleep either.”“Because I can’t,” I said, pacing again. My hands wouldn’t stay still. “Every step I take, someone’s following.”“Maybe they just care,” she said softly.I stopped. “No. They suspect.”Her little face fell. “Did I do something?”I turned too fast. “You? You opened your mouth about that other one last night. Remember?”Tears filled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to—”“You neve

Fiorella’s POVI ran. Barefoot, breath cutting through the quiet halls like broken glass.The map was clutched tight against my chest, wrapped in a sheet I’d ripped from the bed to keep it from smearing with blood. Katarina’s blood.Her eyes had gone wide right before I hit her.I didn’t plan it. It just happened.One second she was shouting my name, the next the statue was in my hand.The sound still rang in my ears—that dull crack of bone.For a second, she just stood there, stunned, and then dropped like a puppet with no strings.I told myself it was her fault. She shouldn’t have followed me.But every step I took after that, I could smell the blood on my hands.“Think, Fiorella. Think.”The corridors stretched forever. My mind spun faster than my feet. If the guards saw me now, it was over. I could already feel the burn of suspicion in every shadow. I turned a corner and almost slipped, steadying myself against the wall.My room. I had to get back before anyone realized what I’d

Vittorio’s POV“Sit her down.”Fiorella didn’t fight when the guards pushed her into the chair. Her wrists were tied, ankles too. Her hair was a mess, eyes swollen, face pale but proud. Like she still thought she had a way out.Valentino leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Comfortable?”She smirked. “I’ve had worse.”I ignored her and nodded for the guards to leave. The door shut, heavy and final.The silence that followed was thick. Only her breathing and the small hum of the light.Katarina stood by the wall, arms crossed, a bandage still on her head. She shouldn’t have been here. I told her that, twice already.“You’re not staying,” I said without looking at her.“I’m not leaving either,” she said.“This isn’t your fight.”“She hit me in the head,” she shot back. “It feels like my fight.”I turned to her then, slow. “Not this time. You’re done getting hurt for me. I’ll handle it.”Katarina’s mouth tightened, but she didn’t argue again. She just moved to the corner and folded h

Katarina’s POV The Next MorningI was heading down the hall when I heard them. Vittorio’s voice — low, sharp — came through the half-open door of the office.“—they never made it back,” he said.I stopped cold.Valentino was pacing. “You’re saying both of them are gone?”“Gone,” Vittorio said flatly. “The maid and the man she met.”My heart kicked. Rosa.I leaned closer to the doorway, careful not to make a sound.“We had someone tail her,” Vittorio continued. “She went straight to an old part of town. A diner near the docks. Sat there like she was waiting for someone. An older man came in, maybe sixty, dressed too clean for the area.”Valentino grunted. “Government type?”“Could be,” Vittorio said. “He sat with her. She handed him the note. He opened it, looked at it once through his glasses.” Vittorio’s voice dropped. “And then both of them dropped dead.”My breath caught.“What?” Valentino said.“They were shot,” Vittorio said. “Two clean bullets. Same time. Long range. Someone w