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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 Baby Shower

The end of September rolled around, and I was officially five months pregnant. There was only a little over a trimester left and I was beyond nervous. I hadn't felt the baby move at all, not even once. It was like she was asleep or something.

On the other hand, I felt like I was being a baby for the both of us. My hormones only allowed me to cry, and when I wasn't crying I was nearly crawling out of my skin in arousal. It got so bad that I had to invest in a sex toy and after a week of use I was sure the thing would come to life and sue me for abuse.

My therapist would tell me that it was normal to cry and that gestation was giving me an excuse to let it all out. I didn't believe that, but whatever.

The day of Claudette's baby shower had arrived and then I was choosing something to wear that would be loose enough to disguise my belly whether I was sitting or standing. I looked even bigger sitting down so I needed something good for that.