All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 161 - Chapter 163

Ghost’s POV“Seatbelt,” I said.Suzy was already buckled in the back, her tiny legs swinging, hair a mess from the long day. She hugged a pink stuffed bear to her chest and looked up at me with sleepy eyes.“I already did,” she said proudly. “Mama said seatbelts are for good girls.”“Then you’re a good girl,” I said, forcing a small smile.Fiorella didn’t answer. She sat stiff beside me in the passenger seat, eyes locked on the window like she was watching ghosts in the dark.“Seatbelt,” I repeated, this time to her.She didn’t move. “It’s on,” she muttered, the belt hanging loose.“You used to hate them,” I said quietly. “Said they wrinkled your dress.”“Maybe I changed,” she said flatly, eyes still forward.I watched her reflection in the glass. Same face. Same voice. But not the same woman.“You always talk this much, Muscle?” she asked, her tone sharp.That name hit wrong. She’d never called me that. Not once. The real Fiorella used to call me G, or sometimes Ghostie when she wa

Vittorio’s POVThe office smelled like whiskey and smoke. Valentino was already there, sitting behind my desk like he owned the place. I closed the door.He looked up. “She asleep?”“Yeah,” I said. “Finally.”He nodded, slow. “You look like shit.”“Thanks,” I muttered, pouring myself a drink. “You look worse.”He smirked, but it didn’t last long. “We need to talk about Fiorella.”I leaned against the desk, glass in hand. “Yeah. We do.”“She’s not her,” he said quietly.I stared at him for a long second. “You finally see it too.”He sighed. “I kept trying not to. But… it’s obvious now. The way she talks, moves—everything. It’s off.”“Not just off,” I said. “It’s wrong.”He rubbed his jaw. “So it’s not jealousy, or trauma, or memory loss?”“No,” I said. “It’s something else. Something planted.”Valentino leaned forward. “You think she’s compromised?”“I think whoever that woman is—she’s not Fiorella.”He went quiet. The clock ticked on the wall.“You were the one who loved her first,”