All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vittorio’s POV – The Mountain SafehouseMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Not from pain. Not anymore. From rage. From memory.I stared down at the rough sketch on the paper. Lines smudged. Shadow where a face should be.The man who pulled me from the water.. I’d been seeing it every night since the crash—arms dragging me to shore, voice yelling my name, but always just out of reach. Always blurred. That face—half-formed, soaked, blurry. The one that pulled me from the water. It haunted me. Mocked me.I couldn’t draw it right. Couldn’t pin it down.And it was driving me insane.“You see him?” I muttered. “Then show me your face, bastard.” What if I’d imagined him? What if no one pulled me from the water and I’d clawed my way out like some half-dead beast?Or worse—what if someone did save me… and they were watching? Waiting?I didn’t like questions I couldn’t control. Especially not ones that wore a human face I couldn’t name.My pencil snapped in half. The sketch tore in half betwee

Katarina’s POV – Safehouse, Then the Mansion“MOVE!”Ghost’s voice cut through the walls like thunder.I jumped, the book in my hands falling to the floor. A second later BOOM—a grenade went off. The boom echoed through the trees, shaking dust from the cabin walls. Katarina’s blood ran cold. That was a grenade. Not close. But not far enough.The sound hit from somewhere distant, low, angry thunder swallowing the sky.“What the hell was that?” I gasped, bolting upright from the couch.Ghost burst through the back door, cloak flying behind him, wild-eyed for the first time since I’d met him. His gloves were off. That meant shit had gone sideways.“They found me,” he growled. “We need to go. Now.”“What do you mean they found you?!” Vittorio wheeled forward, face stone-hard, trying to rise from the couch.Ghost slammed the door shut behind him. “They followed me. I didn’t see it at first—shit—they must’ve caught me when I visited Franco’s daughter.”Vittorio froze mid-movement.“…Franc

Selena POV: At Home Studying For The Nursing Exam."No, I don't care if he has a degree from Oxford. If he breathes on my neck one more time, I will punch him in the face."I slammed the textbook shut, nearly knocking over my coffee. My so-called tutor flinched from across the table, eyes wide like I'd grown a second head."Sorry," I muttered, not meaning it. "We're done for today. You can leave."He stammered something in French and practically tripped over his bag on the way out. I didn’t care. I had bigger problems than calculus.I sat back, letting the silence settle around me. The apartment felt wrong without her. Katarina was supposed to be here, curled up on the couch beside me with flashcards, arguing over lab values, laughing at stupid mnemonics. We were meant to study for the nursing exam together. Now I was paying some random creep to replace her.It wasn’t the same.It would never be the same if I didn’t find her. And now, the nursing exam was coming fast—days away—and Ka

Kat Pov at the nude art museum in RomeHe wheeled ahead. I followed.The next room was hotter. Literally. Steam hissed through vents. Low music vibrated through the marble floors. A curved sofa sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by hanging vines and slow, writhing bodies. It was like stepping into a dream built by temptation.He sat. I stood."Sit," he said.I sat beside him.A woman with bare breasts poured champagne into our flutes. Her fingers brushed his. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes were on me.I drank.Another couple kissed across from us. Slow. Beautiful. She was on her knees, trailing her fingers over his thigh. They watched us. Everyone watched everyone."This place is insane," I whispered.He smirked. "This place is honest."My dress suddenly felt tighter. My skin hot.He leaned close, voice low. "I could take you here. In front of all of them."I swallowed. My thighs pressed together."But I won’t," he said."Why not?"His smile vanished. "Because when I finally ta

Giordano POV, Earlier At The Fake Safehouse, They Blew "You idiots couldn’t catch a cold in a snowstorm."I stepped out of the black SUV like a storm rolling in. My boots hit the gravel. My jaw clenched. The wreckage of the failed raid still smoked behind the so-called safehouse. Bodies, blood, confusion. Smoke still hung in the air.Scarface stood near the busted porch, limping, his cheek split open again, still stitched from last time. He looked like a kicked dog.Good."Which one of you thick-headed motherfuckers let them escape?!"I slammed Scarface into the side of the door so hard his skull bounced off the steel. He groaned, spitting blood, but I wasn’t done. Not even close."Giordano—fuck—we didn’t know Ghost was baiting us!""You didn't know?" I grabbed his face, forcing him to look me in the eye. "You had one job. Find the girl. Grab the girl. And you got played like a damn puppet."He didn’t answer. Smart. Because I was five seconds from carving his name into the door with