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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 · 都市
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The Stepping Stone

"I want this figured out before the end of next week." My voice was an eerie calm as I addressed the people sitting in front of my desk. "If I lose another shipment, someone loses their head, am I clear?"

A chorus of yeses and understoods rang back at me and Janine entered the room inconspicuously to whisper in my ear.

"Anton Serkeov is on the phone for you, Miss Montenegro."

<i>Is today jinxed? </i>

"Leave. This discussion is done for now," I ordered while reaching a hand out to take the phone from my assistant. The room dispersed quickly, and then I was left alone in my home office. "What is it?"

<i>"I heard what happened to your shipment." </i>

Frowning, I sat straight in my chair. "From whom?"

<i>"Saverio Alcunze."</i>

<i>That mongrel.</i> My shipment hadn't even gone missing four hours before, which meant he'd tracked it and stolen it.

<i>But why? </i>