Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Kings Plaything : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Liam’s POV AT The Street where Officer Lucas PatrolsThe night was too quiet. The alley reeked of piss and motor oil. The Perfect place for a surprise.I crouched in the dark, hoodie up, cap pulled low. I could barely feel my fingers anymore, but my heart? That thing was on fire.Even the wind felt wrong. Stale and Heavy. Like It knew something I didn’t.I stood across the street from the patrol route, watching.Watching him. Lucas.Mr. Dimples. Mr. Fucking-Too-Slick-To-Be-A-Cop.I hadn’t heard from Selena in days. No calls. No messages. Not even a stupid “where are you” text. And now Lucas was walking the street like he owned it?Like nothing was wrong? She was slipping. I could feel it. Slipping away from me.I clenched my fists in my jacket pockets.She doesn’t even know what he is…My phone buzzed. I checked it. One message from two days ago. From me.“Selena, please just call me back. I can help.”No reply.I stuffed it back in my pocket. I didn’t need it. I didn’t need her to a

Katarina’s POV – At Mountain SafehouseCHIME CHIME CHIMEI jumped at the sound. Not a gunshot this time—just the old brass bell on the wall echoing through the hall."Fuck," I muttered, yanking the blanket off. My legs were still sore. My nerves still fried.That bell meant only one thing.He was calling me.I grabbed the stupid robe they left on the bed and slipped it on, muttering every curse I knew under my breath. The hallway was colder than I expected. The floor creaked under every step like the walls themselves were eavesdropping.“About fucking time, Come here,” Vittorio said, voice sharp, low, annoyed. Bossy as hell.I froze halfway across the dark living room, one socked foot on the cold wooden floor.“What now?” I snapped.Vittorio’s door stood cracked open. His voice drifted from inside, sharp and low.“I said, get in here.”The room was too damn quiet. Just the fire crackling in the big stone hearth behind me, shadows stretching long and mean across the cabin walls. I cou

Katarina’s POV – Mountain Safehouse“God, you’re needy,” I muttered, yanking the blanket over my head.“Then stop pretending you hate it,” Vittorio growled from the other side of the room.His voice was already soaked in command, low and scratchy like he smoked bullets for breakfast. I heard the floor creak—bare feet. Heavy steps.And suddenly, he was demanding.No warning.“Up. Now.”I peeked from under the blanket on the couch. “It’s barely light out.”“It’s noon.”“Still rude.”“Still, your Don.” He smirked. “And I want coffee. And your mouth shut.”I grumble. “Make your own damn coffee.”He tilted his head. “You want Ghost to drag you to the cold lake instead?”I swore under my breath and padded out of the room, still wearing that soft robe that barely covered my ass. His eyes tracked every step.When I came back, he was already shirtless, towel draped over his lap like some mafia god on vacation. The way he looked at me? Like he was picking out which sin to commit first.I droppe

Vittorio’s POV – Mountain Safehouse“You’re useless.” I snarled it at myself.My arms shook as I tried pushing off the mattress. My back screamed. My legs? Dead weight. Like dragging bricks tied to bone. The pain was hot, cruel, flashing across my spine like punishment.I tried again.Slipped.The edge of the nightstand cracked into my ribs. I saw stars. Not the pretty kind.“Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the bedframe.A beat of silence.“Boss?” Pietro’s voice came from the hallway, hesitant like a dog who knows he’s about to get kicked.“Get in here.” Pietro stepped in, laptop clutched tight. Hoodie up. Eyes avoiding my half-naked, half-broken state. Hoodie wrinkled. Glasses crooked. He looked like a kicked puppy sniffing around my temper. “What?” He cleared his throat. “Ran another scan on Katarina.”“And?”“Still nothing. No birth cert, no school ID. It’s like she never existed.”I glared. “You’ve said that before.”“I found something,” he said, voice soft.“You better.”He pla

Selena’s POV – Morning After she left the diner with LucasI stretched across the sheets, a lazy moan escaping as the morning sun slipped through the blinds. My skin still buzzed—sore, sated, deliciously used. Lucas had taken his sweet time last night, whispering dirty things, making promises with his hands and his mouth, then breaking them on purpose just to hear me beg.God, I hated how much I liked that.“Lucas?” I rolled over into cold sheets. No body heat. No snoring. No lazy arm draped over my waist. Just... gone. Figures. My heart thudded.“Seriously?” I grumbled, sitting up. “You fuck me like that and dip before breakfast?”Typical man. He moaned my name like a prayer—“Selena, fuck, don’t stop”—and now he was just... gone?“Asshole,” I muttered, grabbing his pillow and hugging it against my chest. It still smelled like him—mint, heat, and a little sweat. The good kind. I sat up, wincing. God, my thighs. The ache between them was sharp and sweet. He’d left a mark. Not jus