All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

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Chapter 161 – We Used To Be Close

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

Last Updated : 2025-12-06

Chapter 162 – With The Devil Sitting 2ft Away

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.

Last Updated : 2025-12-12

Chapter 163 – The First Time In Years, I Hope I’m wrong

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,”

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

Chapter 164 – Her Cover Is Blowing

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-02

Chapter 165 – Should We Name It Cannoli

Katarina’s POV“Five a.m. and I’m still awake,” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, but my brain wouldn’t shut up. Every sound—the hum of the AC, the faint ticking of the clock—felt loud. I turned on my side and pressed a hand against my stomach. It was still flat, but I knew what was inside now. “I’m gonna be a mom,” I whispered. Saying it out loud made it real. Too real.My phone glowed on the nightstand. I hesitated for a second, then grabbed it and called Selena. It rang four times before her groggy voice came through. “If someone’s dead, I’m hanging up.”“No one’s dead,” I said. “Promise.”“Then why the hell are you calling me before sunrise?”I bit my lip. “Because I just confirmed it. I’m pregnant.”That woke her up. “What?” she gasped. “Kat! You’re serious?”“Yeah.”“Holy crap.” I heard sheets rustle. “You’re gonna be a mom.”“Don’t say it like that,” I groaned. “It sounds like a threat.”Selena laughed softly. “You’ll be good at it. You’re bossy enoug

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter 166 – Contingency Plan

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-23

Chapter 167 – Time to Talk

Vittorio’s POV“Signore! Signore!” Ombra’s voice ripped through the hall like a scream.I was halfway through pulling on a shirt when she burst into the room, eyes wide, face pale. “It’s Madam Katarina—she’s hurt! The war room door was open. She’s on the floor—there’s blood!”For one second, everything stopped. Then I was moving. Without shoes and no shirt. Just shorts and the rush of adrenaline. In my body Valentino came out of his room at the same time, his hair was a mess and gun already in hand. “What happened?” he barked. Ombra was still panting. “The nanny found Katarina in the war room. Said she was bleeding. I—I think someone attacked her.”He didn’t wait for more.We moved with speed.The house blurred. I barely saw the marble or the guards we passed. My head was ringing too loud to hear anything except her name.Please not her. Not again.When we reached the west wing, Ombra pointed. “There!”The war room door was half open and Blood smeared the floor. And she was

Last Updated : 2026-02-02

Chapter 168 – We Dug Up Your Grave

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

Last Updated : 2026-02-20

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