My Name is Katerina Wallace.
And my father is the most feared and respected GangLeader.
I'm next to take his place seeming as he has no other heir.
I...
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•••Mature content towards the end•••
I instantly regret being such a bold sexy ass person right now because two chocolate orbs met mine in a deadly glare making my smile that I didn't know I had immediately dropped as I looked at his eyes that held so much intensity that I couldn't look away. Lucky for me the only chocolate that landed on him only managed to splash his face while the rest clashed on the flor not before most of its contents splash on the couple that was in front of him making it looked like they shitted on themselves.
"Katerina what are you doing here? I don't remember your name being to the guest list. " Damien said scanning my appearance.
"And I never met a guy who's had his head so far up his own ass that I could literally spell the bullshit coming through his mouth. Until I met you. " I said grabbing a fluke of champagne and drinking it in one go. "Bitter. " I said distastefully placing on the empty glass on a passing by waiter.
"Holy shit you even invited her dad but not her. Damn that shit is cold. " Isaac muttered looking into the distance while I immediately hid in front of the mafia kings tall wide firm frame even in heels I barely reached his shoulders. Imagine if I wasn't.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Mierda. Me dijo no para salir de la casa. Y cómo puede usted invitar a mi padre pero yo no. Su hija. Ahora que mierda es frÃa. "(Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. He told me not to leave the house. And how can you invite my father but not me. His daughter. Now that shit is cold. ) I said all in one breath.
"Do you mind speaking English. Or is that to difficult for you . " Damien said rolling his eyes while I tried to ignore the fact that I was pressed against him feeling his breath against my neck as his large hands that I'm sure have killed dozens of people grasp my hips from behind and squeeze it in warning when I tried pull away. Making my breath hitch a little.
"Your ass must be jealous of how much shit comes out your mouth. " I said snidely unconsciously pressing my hips back making my ass come in contact with something rock hard making a little squeak come out. As they looked at me weirdly while I tried to figure out how dumb these people could be. I'm literally standing behind a 6'5 Greek god with a jaw so sharp I could cut diamonds on it. And let me tell he has big hands annnnnnd big feet girllllll you already know he got that big D.
Emily looked down before Damien grabbed her heading for the dance floor muttering a few greetings as he passed.
