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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 Auction (2)

"Oh my god, I think it is!" Moira leaned forward a bit and cupped her hands around her eyes to take a better look. "What on earth is he doing here?"

"Auctioning, clearly." Connor didn't seem surprised at all, which was suspicious. He just kept looking forward, bored with his arms crossed. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Connor McBride, did you know my cousin was auctioning off people?" Supposedly, in theory, nobody in my close family circle was supposed to be dealing in human trafficking. We didn't even aid in the selling of the people. If my father found out about this, it would be a betrayal and retribution would be given, for sure.

"He might have mentioned something to me. Nothing concrete, though."

"Unbelieveable. All the men around me are liars."

"Except Henri," Moira reminded me. She was right, Henri wouldn't lie to me. Not unless he absolutely had to, of course. "Why isn't he here with us, anyway?"