Alessandro's Obsession (18+)

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Why am I here?

I'm setting foot on the enemy's territory - the nemesis of my own lineage. Russians.

Father would go ballistic the moment he hears about this - His only daughter ensnared on the rival's homeland. Even just the thought of facing his wrath made my stomach churn in agitation. It made me feel ashamed beyond repair.

And to make things worst? I'm about to get entangled into my very first 'catfight'. Which would most likely end up with me either getting knocked out or killed, since I don't plan on reciprocating at all.

What have I gotten myself into?

The redhead continues to advance on me with great vigor, gritting her teeth so hard, I'm afraid they're going to crack from too much force.

"Schas po ebalu poluchish, suka. Just wait till I get my hands on you. I'll fucking tear you to shreds!" Her eyes were glaring daggers on the hand that's splayed out on my waist. She appears to be immensely demented and not on the right mind, with her eyes glazed with obvious fury. |Now, I'll fucking kill you, bitch|

My eyes nearly came out of their sockets, when she suddenly reached something behind her back and retrieved a knife. She was clenching her fist on the handle with all her might, threatening to stab me with it.

"W-wait! You seem to have mistaken me for someone. We haven't even met before! You--" There's no doubt I look like a deranged woman right now, screaming and spurting out anything on top of my lungs.

My pleading fell into deaf ears as she persistently headed towards me, ready to pounce and raised the knife high into the air.

Blood pounded in my ears while black spots dotted my sight. Not knowing what to do, I desperately took a huge step back, all the while defending myself from the impending harm. Am I going to die?

However, I haven't gotten far when my back hits a hard surface, coated with fabric.

"Katrina", Just hearing one word from Alessandro compelled her to stiffen, her hand receding to a halt in midair.

"But Ales, she's staking a claim on you! She's a fucking italian, for christ's sake! They're the reason why your--"

She was abruptly cut off when Alessandro yanked her hair incredibly hard, causing her to wince in pain.

"Enough, piz'da. You knew that I loathe to be questioned of my authority, hmm?" Anyone could tell that he was livid. Shadows loomed over the contours of his face, casting a dark look on his demeanor. Even I am afraid of what might happen to her.  |Cunt|

She nodded meekly.

He inched his face closer to her and whispered something dangerously close to her ear. He was speaking harshly in his mothertongue, his heavy accent protruding in his words.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion when I saw a blush staining Katrina's cheeks, almost the same color as her scarlet hair. Then, she smirked, with her eyes scanning my face in disgust.

Wait, what? Isn't she getting reprimanded? How could she blush at a time like this? She even smirked?

My heart nearly hammered its way out of my ribcage, the moment I spotted Alessandro's eyes kept fixated on me the whole time. What is he hinting at?

By the time they're finish, Katrina wore a triumphant look on her face. She even had the audacity to giggle, when just a while ago, she was murdering me in her head, in more ways than one.