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Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride. Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here. This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia. [WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

SugaryWinter · Urban
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203 Chs

The City of Love (3)

"So what exactly is your plan?" Moira stared at me as she stabbed her spoon into a banana bead ice cream scoop. I sipped my smoothie and stared right back at her, wondering how in the world she was so pretty.

"I'm torn between acting like I work for Katarina and just being a newcomer." My hand came to rest on my forehead. "This is hard."

"But not impossible. You can do both!" Moira smirked and leaned closer. "Act like you owe Kat a debt of honour."

That could work… I saw the logic in it but was still very confused. "What kind of debt would warrant me going to the underworld?" That was like walking into the river Styx to retrieve a bracelet. Fuck that, just buy a new bracelet.

"She saved you from traffickers and asked you to work for her some day." Moira shrugged. "The underworld is your oyster."

"Clam."

"What?"

"The underworld is my clam."

"Do clams produce pearls?"