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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 Stranger

"Isabella, Cafe blanc plat et danois au fromage à la crème!"

I perked up and stood up from my booth to go grab my order from the barista at the counter. For the first time since my arrival in France, I was enjoying some alone time, and it was honestly very much welcome.

It took some convincing for Henri to drop me off here in the city and go mind his business for a while, but once I reminded him that he had scheduled some time with his friends in a cigar lounge, he didn't think twice about letting me go. He deserved a good time off and my joy was uncontrollable when I finally saw him in a navy button up shirt and khaki chinos. It was the first time I saw him in more casual—albeit still dressy—clothing and it was marvelous. It was also the first time I saw his arms flex casually as he opened the car door for me.