All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Katarina’s POV…At The Hospital .. I woke choking on salt.My lungs screamed. My throat burned. My ribs ached like they’d been smashed by a truck.Water poured out of my mouth as I rolled onto my side, coughing, gagging.The sky above me spun in a thousand colors.The wind cut across my wet skin like a blade.I couldn’t move my left ankle. It twisted wrong under me. My hands scraped against cold rock and sand. My shoulder felt torn open.But I was alive.Barely.Flash.Glass breaking. Bullets flying. The engine screaming.Vittorio throwing his body over mine.The weight of him. The heat of his blood.The last thing I remembered before the crash was him whispering was“Stay down.”I turned my head. The moon hung over black water.And there, next to me, was him. Vittorio. Lying motionless, half in the mud. Shirtless. Bleeding.His skin was so pale, it looked like stone.“Vittorio,” I rasped, crawling toward him.My fingers brushed his arm. He groaned.He was breathing. Barely. Then the hea

Selena's POV I hadn’t read a damn word. “Shit,” I muttered, flipping the same page again for the fifth time.The words just swam. Nothing stuck. It was anatomy. Or was it psych? Didn’t matter.I needed Katarina.She was the brain. The reason we even studied nursing. She used to sit beside me, tapping her pen, rolling her eyes, saying, “No, dummy, that’s the liver.” Now?I didn’t even know if she was alive.I slammed the book shut and leaned back on my couch, staring at the ceiling. My chest felt tight. My mouth tasted like old coffee and panic. I didn’t sleep last night. I just scrolled news and Twitter, looking for any hint. Any clue. Nothing.Knock knock knock.I froze.Another knock.I stood slowly. Barefoot. No weapon. Regret already crawling up my spine.I tiptoed to the door and peeped through the peephole.“Christ.” What the hell? “Liam?!”I yanked open the door. “You crazy or just stupid?”He blinked. “What?”“How do you know where I live?” I stepped out and shut the d

Katarina’s POV“Somebody help him!” I shouted, my voice cracking.Machines screamed. Doctors swarmed. Vittorio's body arched once, then dropped. Cold. Still.He was dying.I stood frozen near the door, eyes wide, heart in my throat."Get out the way!" a nurse barked, shoving past me with a crash cart.I stumbled back, nearly falling.“Is he?” I choked.“Move!” another snapped. A guard’s hand gripped my arm and yanked me into the hall.I hit the wall, hard. My shoulder burned.“Don’t touch her like that,” Ghost barked, storming past. His voice boomed down the hallway. “Get me O-negative! Now! He’s crashing!” Another doctor shouted“I….I can help!” I gasped.“What?” a nurse turned to me.“I think….I think I have his blood type. O-negative. That’s what they always told me. My mom, she…she said it was rare. She said it was special, just like hers. I’m O-negative.”Ghost was already in front of me. His jaw clenched. “You sure?”“Yes!” I said fast. “Just test me. Please. Do it now.”He loo

Katarina’s POV Still At The HospitalI flinched when the door creaked open.It wasn’t a nurse. Not a guard. Not Ghost.It was her."Aunt Malva?" My voice came out small. Croaky.She stepped in like she owned the whole damn hospital. Gold bangles clinking, thick braids piled high, the smell of herbs and smoke trailing behind her. She wore a dark green shawl, and her long skirt brushed the floor like she was floating.“I knew I’d find you in here,” she said, her voice low and warm. “The air’s been heavy for days.”My breath caught. I stood too fast and had to grab the bed rail.She smiled. “Still reckless.”“You remember me?”She came closer. “I never forget my children.”I didn’t even mean to cry. It just happened.I didn’t mean to fall into her arms. I just did. Like I’d been waiting years for someone to catch me.. And she didn’t flinch. She just held me. Rocked me. Like she already knew how broken I was.“I’m here, my child,” she whispered. “Let it go. Let it fall.”“I thought I was

Giordano’s POV. At His MansionThe blonde was already naked when I walked in. She didn’t waste time. My kind of girl. The brunette followed, slower, bolder, eyes locked on mine like she liked the taste of danger.They crawled into the bed like cats in heat. The Sheets were silk. The Lights low, and Whiskey heavy on my tongue.“Congratulations, Daddy,” the brunette purred, pressing her breasts against my chest. “Yeah?” I grunted, tugging her down onto my lap. “Then let's make it worth celebrating.”The blonde giggled behind her, hands already on my shoulders. Her lips were tracing the ink down my chest. Her fingers slid low, gripping me like she owned it.“Fuck,” I muttered, leaning back as both mouths found their way down. One licked. One sucked. Tongues working in sync like they were born for this.I hissed as warmth wrapped around me. One took me into her mouth slowly, her lips stretching, tongue teasing the tip. The other climbed onto the bed, straddling my face, moaning when my