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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]

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The Ultrasound

"Well?" I glared impatiently at Salem as he moved the fetal doppler over my belly. Five weeks had gone by fast between working on the charity project, crying at therapy and worrying my tits off. Now I was worried for another reason altogether. "What is it?"

"A girl." He smiled, turning the screen my way. I couldn't see much more than a blob with a slightly bigger baby shape than the last time I'd been here, but if he said so, I believed him.

"No shit." Breathless couldn't begin to describe how I felt. A girl. My own Astra. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He fiddled with the machine a bit and a second later I could hear the wub-lub of a tiny heartbeat filling the room. "She has a strong heartbeat, too."

<i>Dammit, not again. </i>

Mac handed me a tissue as I teared up and I thanked him silently, dabbing at the corners of my eyes. Looser clothing had become my best friend as I started to show. At four and a half months, my belly wasn't big but it was noticeable.