Mafia Boys The Devils Plaything

## DARK CONTENT AHEAD ##

This isn’t your sweet fairytale.

It contains twisted love, raw lust, broken minds, graphic sexual content, explicit language,brutal men, and dangerous obsession.

If you're sensitive to violence, non-consent, trauma, or dark psychological themes — proceed with caution.

You’ve been warned.

Katarina POV

They say you can pinpoint the exact moment your life splits in two…before and after.

For me, it was 11 PM on a Friday night at the Velvet Rose nightclub.

That's when I walked through the wrong door and straight into the arms of a man who would either save me or destroy me.

I still don't know which.

………………………………………

The moment I stepped inside, I regretted it. 

“Selena begged me to come….said the Don’s men tipped big… She was wrong.”

The air was thick with sweat, smoke, and too many bodies pressed too close to each other. The music didn't just play, it was pounding through my ribs like a second heartbeat.

I couldn't breathe well.

"Kat, you good?" Selena, my bestie, shouted over the bass, her glitter makeup catching the strobe lights. She was already dancing, lost in the party but I wasn't.

"Yeah. I just need some air," I lied, my voice was thin, overshadowed by the noise.

She caught the look on my face….the one that said I'm drowning… and nodded. "Take five Bubba. I'll be right here."

I quickly slipped away before she could see me panic.

The hallway was way quieter. The music turned to muffled thumps behind thick walls and the cool air hit my neck. I exhaled for what felt like the first time in an hour.

Just a minute. Then I'll go back and dance my ass off.

At the end of the hall, a door was slightly open. There was no sign. No bouncer. Just darkness and an invitation to where I could sit for a minute.

I pushed it open, thinking it was a bathroom or maybe a back exit.

It wasn't.

The door clicked shut behind me immediately.

And a voice so loud it made the bass at the party sound like a joke spoke.

"You're late."

I froze for a moment….. " Someone was here.”

A man stood across the room. He was tall, sharp-jawed, with dark hair slicked back. His eyes looked at me as if i just committed a crime.

"I…I didn't… mean.."

But he was already moving toward me. And God, he was fast

"You don't keep the Don waiting," he growled louder this time.

The slap came next before I could react.

Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped sideways. I stumbled back, tasting copper.

"What…The Hell…?!"

"You're late." His voice was colder. "And the Don hates waiting."

My brain scrambled. What is he talking about? Who's the Don? Why does he think I'm supposed to be here?

I tried to speak, but the words tangled in my throat… "I think..k… There is a mistake...im here with my friend…" But he ignored me

Behind him, I saw them…a row of girls sitting like mannequins.

They wore tight dresses that barely covered anything. Their lips were painted red and their Legs crossed with eyes blank of any emotion.

They didn't say anything. They just watched me…Like I just made the stupidest mistake in my life, and I didn't understand yet.

That's when I saw the gun tucked into the man's belt.

My stomach dropped.

This isn't just a mistake. This was dangerous.

"Please, I think I'm in the wrong room…I can leave as quietly as I came."

"Don't play innocent." He grabbed my arm, his grip bruising. "..You were supposed to be here earlier…The Don is waiting. Move before I shoot you."

He shoved me forward.

My legs moved..not because I wanted them to, but because fear took over.

At the far end of the room sat a man at a table.

He didn't stand. He didn't need to.

He had Green eyes with two bodyguards flanking him with guns clearly visible.

This was the Don… The one they claimed I was supposed to meet

And I was being dragged toward him like I was already his.

"Kneel," The Don spoke for the First time..

My knees buckled but not from obedience, but from terror. I dropped to the floor in front of him.

He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, studying me like I was a prize horse.