Katina Preobrazhensky

"What about karaoke?" Christopher suggested while doing a goofy dance.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Karaoke sounds boring." I said. Nathaniel shrugs. "I'm cool with anything."

I groan and continued to eat my burger.

Hanging out with these two is frustrating sometimes. After we met at the club we became really good friends.

Christopher might seem intimidating but his a teddy bear, he's caring and cute. He can be annoying sometimes but I'm fond of him. Nathaniel aka Nathan seems friendly but is the opposite I don't know much about him. He doesn't talk a lot but for some reason loves being around talkative people. He gives off this dark masculine energy that intrigues me.

"Why don't you invite Lora?" Christopher gestured. Nathan shares a weird look with Chris and he shrugs.

Weird...

"I'd love to invite her but her father is a pain in the ass," I told them.

And it's true, his just so paranoid it's strange. Every time I visit her I have to fill in a form. Like I just want to visit my fucking friend, not the president.

"Then why don't we visit her?" Nathan asked. I shrugged. "I don't want to get into an argument with her dad." I simply said.

I take one more bite of my burger and stand up. "I'll be back I need the restroom." I excused myself and then walked away.

On my way to the restroom I was pulled into a dark room. I was about to scream for help but I heard a gun cocking pointing towards my head.

Holy shit

Holy shit

Holy shit

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

my stomach dropped, and my heart began to pound against my chest like it was about to rip out. Tears began to stream down my face and my cries were muffled because my mouth was covered with some sort of fabric.

Is this how I'm going to die!?

Holy shit who did I piss off for them to hire a hitman to kill me. I'm too young to DIE! there are still a lot of things I want to do.

I want to travel the world!

I want to find love!

I want to have kids and live in a small town in a foreign country!

I don't want to die like this!!!

"Please, please, don't kill me." I cried into the cloth.

Before I could say anything else the lights were turned on and I opened my eyes, slowly.

A tall bulky man stood in front of me. He's so hot! His facial features were fucking breathtaking.

I was taken by his appearance that him pointing a deadly weapon at me did not faze me and made him 10x more attractive.

I was scared with my life that I wanted to shit my pants but at the same time, I was slightly turned on.

His cold stare, frightened me but at the same time there was this hint of lust.Or maybe my mind is playing mind games with me.

"When I remove this, you shut the fuck up." he declared and I nodded.

Fuck me.

Katina if you make it out alive we are so getting his number. I thought to myself.

I'm a sucker for this. Especially being degraded. That shit does something to me. I think that might be my biggest secret.

He removed the cloth and lowered the gun.

I wiped my tears and glared at him.

"HEL-"

The man pointed the gun between my eyes and shook his head. "What did I say, Katina?"

He knows my name?! (say it again)

"I swear on your fucking life I put a bullet between your pretty eyes," he warned. I gulped.

"Who are you?" I asked with a shaky voice. He ignored me and forced me to sit down.

I was breathing heavily and watched as the man removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves. Exposing a few scars and a small tattoo that has writing on his left arm. I couldn't read it because it was written in Spanish or Latin. I'm not sure.

"How is your little red doll?" he asked his back facing me.

Red doll?

"Look Mr. I think you've got the wrong girl," I said with confidence but soon went down the drain when he approached me and traced my face with his pistol.

He kneeled in front of me and then drew the gun over my lips. "Answer my question Katina," he spoke softly. "I don't know because I have no fucking clue who 'red doll' is," I argued back. The man seemed intrigued by my response in fact what surprised him the most was how I behaved in this current situation.

He tilted his head to the side then chuckled darkly. "You talk too much." he simply said then rose.

He took a few steps back and began to play with his gun. "Lorraine."

I froze.

What the hell does he want with Lora.

"W-what about her?" I asked fearfully. He approached me, stroked my face with his thumb and said. "Tell her Marcello was looking for her."afterward walked out of the room before I could ask any further questions.

Lorraine Lebedev

I sat there speechless and replayed everything that Katina told me.

"Lora what's going on and why did a man with a gun ask for you?" Katina asked worriedly. I began to panic then jumped off the bed, strolling back and forth in my room.

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck!!

Stopping in my tracks I turned to look at Katina. "I'm so sorry, I dragged you into this, and now I can't do anything about it." I explained. "Dragged me into what Lora!" she yelled.

I knew I should have told my father about this when I had the chance, I failed but this time I won't. If Katina's life is threatened because of me I would never forgive myself if something bad happens to her.

I grabbed Katina by the arm and dragged her out of my room.

"Where are you taking me!?" Katina shrieked, trying to break free from my grip.

"To my father," I answered.

We climbed a few stairs and passed a couple of guards who were giving us weird looks. When I reached my father's office I opened the doors without knocking and found him sitting behind his desk on a call.

His head shot up and he saw me, then Katina. He looked confused and angry.

"я позвоню тебе позже." (translation: I'll call you later.)

"You interrupted a very important call, Lora," he said calmly.

He might seem okay but I can tell that he is beyond pissed.

One thing about my father. He's very good at maintaining his emotions.

"There is something I have to tell you," I said before closing the door behind us.

He glared at me and then back at Katina who was standing behind me. "With your...friend?" he gestured towards Katina. "Yes," I said.

"Lora I don't have time for your little games if you want to go somewhere the answer is no," he said. "So, please leave my off-."

"It's about Mr. Romano," I explained.

"Raphael Romano."

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