All Chapters of The Mafia Kings Plaything : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Katarina POV At The Experiment LabClick.The straps on my wrists groaned as I pulled against them. Plastic—tight. Too tight. My skin was raw underneath.The lights overhead weren’t normal hospital lights. They buzzed. Flickered. Like they were alive and watching me. The whole room smelled like burnt wires, bleach, and metal that had seen too much blood.My mouth tasted like cotton. Or old pennies.The doctor stood behind the glass, his shadow moving like a smear across the wall.Then the door creaked open.He came in like a ghost—long lab coat, gloves on, clipboard in one hand, syringe in the other. His shoes didn’t make a sound. That was the worst part. Even the floor didn’t dare piss him off.“Good morning, subject K.” His voice scratched the air. “Today’s the big one. We wipe. We plant. We smile.”I didn’t answer.He smiled. The kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Still holding on? Brave. But exhausting, no?”I stared at the ceiling. There was a water stain shaped like a devil’s

Selena POVThe first time Ryder showed me Katarina’s father, I couldn’t handle it.I’d walked into that dark room thinking I was tough, thinking I could stomach whatever truth he had waiting. But I hadn’t expected to see that man tied to a chair, mouth duct-taped, bruises blooming across his face like rot. I didn’t expect the guilt. The disgust. The raw hatred that burned in my gut like acid.I ran.I left without looking back.Went home. Locked my doors. Sat in the shower for an hour until the water went cold. Tried to make sense of what I’d seen, but none of it made sense. None of it felt real.But the next day, when Lucas told me to sit tight again, to wait until he “got clearance,” I cracked.Kat was still missing. Lucas was spinning in circles. And I—I had seen a key chained to a damn chair, and I left him there.So, I made a decision.I was going to finish what I started.It took me three days to bring Ryder back. Three days since I’d triggered Liam again. Three days since I fo

Katarina’s POVThe world was soft and spinning.I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or dying, but the arms carrying me felt like home. Strong. Solid. Warm. My head was tucked against a bare chest that smelled like sandalwood and something darker—like danger and blood.I blinked slowly. The lights above me blurred. A hallway? Was I still in that nightmare lab?No. The ceiling wasn’t buzzing. No needles. No voices whispering commands.Just him.A man.Vittorio?My eyes slipped shut again.When I opened them next, we were outside. The air was colder, cleaner. Trees above us. Car doors slamming. Someone cursing softly.Another man?I blinked harder and caught sight of him through the haze—he looked like Vittorio but leaner. Same sharp cheekbones. Same mouth. Same hands. But he moved differently. Looser. More like smoke than fire.Two Vittorios.What the actual hell?I tried to speak, but my mouth was full of sand. My tongue didn’t move right. Everything hurt.“I think I saw her... Selena. In

Katarina’s POV At Vittorio Elite VillaI woke up aching. Not just sore—burning.My thighs were damp. My skin buzzed. My heartbeat thudded like I’d been running. Or dreaming. The kind of dream that left you panting and reaching for something that wasn’t there.Him.Vittorio.I’d dreamt of his mouth, of his hands, of the way he looked when he claimed me back in that hospital—violence in his eyes, hunger in his kiss. I dreamt of being tucked under his arms, trembling, with blood on his shirt and me moaning like I was the one being hunted.And now I was flushed. Horny. Fucked up.There was a dull throb between my legs. My body remembered even when my brain couldn’t.I sat up slowly, dragging the silk robe tighter around me. It clung to my skin, and only then did I realize—nothing underneath. Just me. Bare. I glanced down. A thin IV port still taped to my hand, half pulled, barely hanging. No pain, just a ghost of what they’d done.This wasn’t the hospital anymore.This was Vittorio’s roo