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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 Request

Saverio ordered his men to drive me back to the city centre, then he and his mother left the restaurant at the same time as I did.

This time, I was too distraught to care about the blindfold.

Once again, it seemed like I was put between a rock and a hard place, and I had no idea what to do.

I'd meant what I'd told Aurelia when I said that I wasn't planning on betraying her son.

But that was <i>before</i> everything I'd worked for was put on the line.

She was right. I had no morals.

My freaked out bodyguard was more than a little confused when I asked him to pick me up from Lina's restaurant. There was just so much to think about that I even took the time to indulge in a carb loaded lunch and dessert before calling him.