Raphael Romano

"For fucks sake Marcello!" Abree cried out.

I sighed. Those two act like children when they are together. They argue over the smallest things. It's fucking irritating I did not come here to babysit and watch over adults that act like fucking five-year-olds.

"Next time you play with my knives I will use one to slit your throat," Marcello warned. "Slit her throat I shoot your fucking brains out." I declared. Abree laughed. I rolled my eyes.

Rising from the couch I walked into the kitchen to find knives all over the place and unknown liquid smudged on the kitchen island. Marcello is on the floor with his hands pinned above his head as Abree is pressing Marcello's blade against his neck and her body on top of his.

"What the fuck." I questioned in disgust as I pictured something else.

Having a dirty mind is a curse and a blessing.

Abree smiled innocently. "Hello dear brother. I'm glad you could join me as I kill off this so-called best friend of yours."

"Right." she spokes through gritted teeth pushing more pressure into the blade; it sinks into his flesh and he hisses.

"You know if your brother permitted me to kill you, I would not mind putting a bullet through your skull in your sleep." he gestured sweetly.

I walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water. Closing the fridge door I turned to look at them. "When you two are done, meet in the other room. We have to talk." I said then walked away.

Those two will be the fucking death of me.

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"Listen carefully," I announced before I took a seat. They both sat in front of me. "Question?" Abree asked raising her right hand

I sighed. "What?"

"How are we going to get our hands on your doll if Simeon tripled his security on her?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Marcello snickered. "Have you learned nothing?" he teased. Abree clenched her fist and then slapped Marcello at the back of his head.

"My mother told me to never hit a girl but you are pushing my limits Abree." Fury burned in his eyes as he glared at Abree, rubbing the back of his neck to soothe the pain. "Funny, papá told me the same thing."

I fought back a laugh. "Enough the both of you, for fucks sakes you two act like fucking children."

Marcello's brows narrowed and Abree smirked.

"As I was saying..." I paused and handed Abree and Marcello files that contain information about Lorraine's friend Katina. She's the key to leading us to Lorraine.

We will lure her using her friend like fucking bait. Then that's when phase 1 of the plan begins, once we have our hands on her.

"We all know that Seimon tripled the security and has to watch over her 24/7. Now the question is; how do we get our hands on the little princess?" I stated before showing them a picture of Katina Preobrazhensky.

I gave them a few moments to analyze her. "She is pretty, I credit her for that but she looks like the type that does shit without questioning it." Abree remarked, her eyes still glued to the photo.

Marcello leered before crossing his arms. "Oh she is, but we should not underestimate her. She is apart of Lorraine's inner circle; she probably knows who we are."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Abree rolling her eyes before she stood up from the couch and dragged herself to the kitchen.

"You and my sister need to cut the bullshit before one of you idiots mess up." I declared, reaching for the file that is set on the table in front of us. "You should be telling her that." He belted. "Oh believe me I'll talk to her." I paused open the file and read the minor details about the girl named Katina.

Not daring to look up I could tell that Marcello started to get annoyed. "Look, Marcello, I came here to do one job and that's to kidnap Lorraine. I did not come here to babysit two fucking grown adults. I already have a lot to do and reminding you both not to kill each other every time you two are in the same room is not fucking one of them."

"Capito?" (translation: Understand.)

I looked up and met his gaze, not daring to look away, his jaw clenched and he nodded his head. Moments later my sister walked in with a wine bottle in one hand and three glasses in the other.

"Just to ease up the mood." she gestured then set the bottle on the table before handing us our wine glasses.

She sat a few seats away from Marcello this time and turned to look at me.

Hmm, guess she overheard our conversation.

"I'll be the one to talk too Katina," Abree announced. Pouring herself wine she twirled the red liquid in her glass before taking a sip. "May I ask why?" Marcello questioned.

She shrugged. "Why not. I'm a girl she's a girl, it would be easy."

Nodding my head I glanced at Marcello he shrugged and poured himself wine.

"So here's what's going to happen..."

Just like everything started to fall in line.

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"Abree?"

"Green light." She said through her earpiece. "Marcello?"

"Green light." He responded.

I sat in the car as I watch Marcello across the street, positioned next to a bus stall while he guarded the store that Katina entered earlier.

"You know, I don't get why we let other people do this, go to her house and take her. Simple." Abree pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. "Because, if they mess up we can't do anything about it, so it's better if we do it ourselves." I explained.

Peeking through the rear mirror, making sure that we aren't being watched.

"But we have the money and power to get professionals." She proclaimed. "We are the professionals." I argued back.

"Can you two focus." Marcello interfered. "I spot her." Abree said, ignoring Marcello.

"Oh, excuse me do you know where you got that dress?" I heard Abree speak sweetly through the earpiece. "Oh, hey I got it by the lingerie section. It's next to the skirts and dresses." I'm assuming that's Katina that is talking.

She had a raspy feminine voice that lingered with her Russian accent.

"Could you show me, I'm not that good with directions ." Abree chuckled nervously. "Sure." Katina replied.

I hear shuffling and background noises, wandering what's going on. "Here you go." Katina stated.

"Thank you, ugh I saw you holding it earlier on and I wanted to ask you but I was nervous since I'm not used to Russian people." She lied. Katina giggled. "Yeah I could tell that you're not from around here."

"What gave it away?"

"Your accent."

"I'm guessing, you're from Italy?" She asked. "Disagree." I declared. "Say you're from Spain."

Spanish and Italian share similar, almost identical phonologies, with some differences, of course

"No, I'm from Spain." She corrected Katina. "A lot of people here confuse Spain people and Italian people." She pointed out. Katina giggled nervously. "My apologies if I offended you"

"No, no it's okay uh..."

"Katina. I'm Katina." She said, introducing herself.

Which made it good, everything is playing smoothly. "Elena, nice meeting you Katina."

"Hey, once I'm done here I can show you around and we can catch up with my friends later." Katina offered.

"Agree," I told her.

"That would be amazing! Thank you, Katina."

They talked for a while and after what felt like 30 fucking minutes they both walked out of the store, giggling like high school girls over boy drama.

I watched as they crossed the road and moments later they walk passed my car. Abree turned her head and slightly nodded sending me the signal.

Marcello doesn't take long to enter the car and just like that we started following them.

"Do you think the girl will be with them later on?" Marcello inquired while reloading his gun.

"Not sure, but I don't think so." I told him while my attention is glued onto Katina and Abree. "But if she is then we should thank luck for being on our side today."

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After two hours of following them around, they finally came to a stop at a local restaurant named Mari Vanna.

They entered the vintage white building, with flowers and winter decorations portrayed outside. A mini staircase leads inside and a bored is displayed near the door, advertising the specials for today.

"Should we go inside?" Marcello questions unbuckling his seat belt and tucking his gun inside his coat.

I raise my hand and shake my head. "Not yet."

"Abree, do you read?"

"Yes," she whispered.

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I forgot that kidnaping someone can be fucking exhausting.

"Elena, meet my friends Christopher and Nathaniel." I heard Katina through the earpiece.

My head shot up and I turned to look at Marcello who had the same shocked expression as me.

"Guys this is Elena," she added.

"Santo cazzo di merda," Abree mumbled under her breath.

Christopher and Nathaniel are adopted sons of Arthur Knight leader of The Knights.

The Americans got to her before we could.

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