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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 Interview

"I wanted to start by asking you a couple of personal questions, if you don't mind." Serena Valik looked between Dom and I with her sharp eyes as if asking for permission, though we both knew that she wasn't.

"Of course." I nodded politely, pasting on a small smile to disguise how annoyed I was with her behaviour. The woman immediately flipped a few pages in her notebook and skimmed the contents in it.

The interview started off tamely, with her asking me about my hotel management and the club enterprise Dom and I had jointly opened in England.

We had to lie an incredible amount of times because how was I supposed to explain that I'd escaped kidnapping from the mafia, disguised myself for two years, bought Dominico and made him work for his freedom, through which we eventually formed a friendship?

That story became a tale of martyrdom on how I'd met Dom while kidnapped, helped him escape, told him to find my father and he was raised to greatness.