The Damned
{The De Luca Crime Syndicate}
This is a story about survival.
He has "Questa Cosa Nostra" tattooed on his chest while she has "Жизнь за жизнь."
This thing of ours VS A life for a life.
La Cosa Nostra VS the Bratva
She is running from her...
Please listen to the song above, it is the theme song of the whole story...
At the start of every chapter, there will be a snippet of Nandini's past from the beginning.
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A girl, barely four, stood in her private garden. Her thin fingers numb in the Russian cold as she neglected her silk gloves, feeling the flowers. It was hard to get used to this cold after having lived in America.
"Принцесса, твой отец зовет тебя." Startled, she let out a small cry as a thorn pricked her finger from the roses. {Princess, your father is calling you.}
The blood fell from her fingers but she just squeezed her fist tight, slipping on her black gloves. The little girl let out a small sigh before looking around, letting out a tight-lipped smile at the guards with rifles in their hands. She spun around, her long, natural red hair swishing in the wind. She had on red fur coat along with her signature headband and her precious diamond jewellery.
It was a bit much for a child but she had a name to live up to.
Walking in front of the butler, she walked through the hallway and into the throne room, she bowed in front of her father.
The perfect curtsy. No one expected any less from the princess of two great nations.
Her father was cold. Calculating. Not once had he said he loved her. Not when she was born. Not when she lost her mother. Not even when she cried herself to sleep after Abhimanyu went away.
"Подготовь." He barely glanced at her as he walked past. {Get her ready.}
She was then huddled by a group of maids into her own private dressing room and dressed into an all-black outfit along with a bougie coat.
"Что происх." Her cute voice pulled at her maid's heartstrings. She had been the Princess' maid since she was little. {What is happening?}
"Ты снова отправляешься в путешествие, Принцесса." The handmaiden zipped her boots and held her hand, leading her out of the room. {You are going on a trip again, Princess.}
"Неужели я снова поеду во Францию? Но сейчас не лето. Отец поедет со мной?" Natasha was jumping on her feet, excited. She had fun in Paris even though she was alone with security. {Am I going to France again? But it's not summer. Is father coming with me?}
They had now assembled in the great hall. Natasha looked confused as her father looked from his phone and to her.
"Хорошо. Мне нужно, чтобы вы меня выслушали; вы собираетесь в Академию на долгое время. Мне нужно, чтобы ты не подвел меня. Упорно работать." He spoke, touching his daughter's hair. {Good. I need you to listen to me; you are going to an Academy for a long time. I need you to not fail me. Work hard.}
