The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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My father taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 6 and it was just supposed to be for protection. But once I came back from being kidnapped, I had immersed myself in everything self-defense including perfecting how to shoot.
From that point on in my life I've never missed a target, I've always been spot on with clean margins until today.
With shaky hands and tears streaming down my cheek I pulled the trigger and missed the target.
I didn't just miss it; I was WAY off.
The poisonous bullet flew past Enzo's head and went into the wall.
I guess my inner demons are sending me a message and it's to NOT hurt him, because I don't miss ever.
"Bambina," he whispered.
The look on his face is one that I've seen whenever I'm sad or upset. The face of a man in pain because he has to see the love of his life cry.
The face with a promise I'm here to do everything in my power to make sure that you are ok again.
But how can he take this pain away when he's the one that made it, I guess Paloma Faith was right.
Only love can hurt like this.
"What are you doing here Katerina?"
"I don't know anymore; I came here to get Hades... which is you? Gosh I'm such an idiot."
Enzo looks like a god but he's not just your average Zac Efron/ Zayn Malik pretty boy god. He's 6'6 tattooed god made of pure muscle and an aura that screams bad and dangerous.
He's physically a walking sign that says I'm in the mafia.
Looking at me through pleading eyes, Enzo said, "you're not an idiot. Farfalla-"
"No, don't call me that, you don't have the right anymore."
Gosh I'm so stupid he's in the mafia my Enzo. FUCK he is the mafia.
"Katerina, you're holding a gun to my face. I'm not the only one who kept a secret," he pointed.
He's right, yes, but right now he's the one on trial, not me.
Giving me a slightly frustrated look Enzo continued, "when you first got here you said your brother and dad are fighting for their lives."
"You know there's a rumor going around the underworld that Vlad's daughter Katya is alive. Not only that she is alive bur she's the one who leading the charge to figure out who was the one behind the bombings."
While he was talking, I could physically see the gears in his head turning as he was piecing together some imaginary puzzle.
"You found me, you told me you were kidnapped when you were 9, same age as Katya and fuck you look just like Konstantin. You're her, aren't you? The Russian mafia princess- Katya.
