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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"Don't you know ganging up on someone isn't nice." I spat while getting up.
"Enzo just surrender, their thousands of girls who look just like her. AND they're better they will do anything to become your queen. That bitch we have she's not worth all this fuss- just let her die and fulfill your destiny."
Ignorant, arrogant, misogynistic, never been loved, old fucks.
Katerina Inavov is worth it all, I don't know why she accepted me but now that I have her I would fight the devil himself for her.
Grabbing the wrist of the vile man who had just said that shit to me, I turned his body so I could push him into the sword my dad's best friend was pointing towards me.
The screams of agony coming from him caused the other 5 to pause in shock as the realization hit of what I just did.
Pulling my katana from my waist I cut through the neck of the man closest to me. These men aren't my family anymore, these are the enemies that had the nerve to take my queen.
As his head hit the floor the other 4 assassins finally broke out of their trance. They started to fight back but it was a few seconds too late, as I used my katana to slice through all 4 of them in one horizontal motion.
Watching as their waist separated from the top of their bodies, I don't feel a single emotion as their cut in half bodies hit the floor.
"We have your father detained, Enzo." Lucca's voice rings in my earpiece, "I'm leaving some guys to stay with him to make sure he doesn't escape while the rest of us are coming to help you fight."
"Good." Thank God I need to get down to Katerina so I'll take all the help I can get to kill the enemy.
Distracted by Lucca's announcement I didn't see it coming, only felt the aftermath as a knife sliced through my arm. Ignoring the blood gushing from my cut, I turned around to meet my attacker and without thinking twice, thrusted my sword right through his heart.
Idiot.
Pouncing on to the back of an unsuspecting man, his knees buckle out from the unexpected weight. Once his forehand touched the ground, I wasted no time picking his head up and slamming it right into the hard floor. Repeating the slamming over and over again till his head was swimming in a puddle of his own blood.
Before I could get off of him a striking punch landed on my cheek, almost knocking me over. Thinking he had an advantage he tried to land a punch again, but the key word was tried.
Grabbing his fist before it could touch my face I twisted his arm. While still on the back of the man I had just killed I flipped the man over making him land on his back.
The impact of the fall caused him to pause which was all I needed as I grabbed the gun from under me and shot the bastard right between his eyes.
With a calm look permanently sketched on my face I quickly got up. Setting my eyes on my next target who was just 2 feet away from me.
