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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 Continuance (4)

"Who are you?" I raised an eyebrow at the man lurking behind me with a clipboard in his shaky hands. His position wasn't exactly clear to me but I knew he was one of the people I had brought overseas from the auction in France.

"Uh—" he stopped short and looked around, tapping his fingers on the clipboard like it was a nervous tic. "I was told that you would give me a name."

"Who do I look like, your birth mother?" Ignoring the fact that I should have met my new employees properly days ago instead of obsessing over Marco and Lina, there was a meeting I had to get to and no time for this interaction. "What was your name before you were trafficked?"

"Dominico." The man blinked at me flatly. "Are you going to give me a new name?"

"I can't do that for taxing purposes. Pass me that gun, would you?" The matte black metal contraption was sitting on the table closer to Connor's side of the office because the idiot had left it there as if owning firearms wasn't illegal in England.