Delight of the Mafia King

Kristin's POV

"....I'm not doing this because I like disturbing you, I'm doing it because I want you to be able to protect yourself" my sister's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, she'd been sitting here for the past half an hour trying to convince me

I just look over to her with my brows raised "Protect myself from what Khloe"? I ask lowly

"Don't be naive, you know what's out there, even if you don't wanna be involved in it, it's going to find it's way to you one way or the other" she says adjusting herself.

"Kristin you need to at least learn how to defend yourself, I won't always be there to protect you" she voiced out looking worried.

"I don't need you to protect me Khloe, I'm not the one who's married to the most renowned assassin in the underworld" I mutter the last part out, ever since our parents died Khloe has taken it upon herself to watch over me like a mother hen and while I appreciate that so much, it gets suffocating sometimes.

She breathes out looking at me, I know she cares about me and all but I just want to have a normal life for once, away from all this drama and mafia shit.

"It's just one training Kris, I promise I won't force you again if you don't want to" she pleads putting her hands on mine, I look at her and see the concern dancing in her eyes, I sigh out before answering her

"Fine, just one training and I'm done" I mutter out and I see her face break into a smile before she pulls me in for a hug.

"Thank you so much Kris, come on, let's get going, Dante's probably waiting for us downstairs" she says getting up and I follow her.

Before we both even leave the room, the security alarm in the whole house blares, indicating we're having a break-in of some sort, she quickly looks at me in confusion.

We both gently walk towards the door as she opens it ever so stealthily, I follow behind her as she walks out of the room, the whole corridor is filled with men going up and down with guns in their hands.

She quickly stops one of them "What's the situation Enzo"? She asks him and he looks a little out of breath

"Donna" he bows in respect "there's been a break-in, an intrusion through the gates, we believe it's a rival mafia but we don't know which one yet, The Don is downstairs with the underboss, they're handling it, I'd suggest you go back inside and I'll have a few men stand guard on your door" he rushed out his hand placed on his Glock.

I'll never get used to seeing so many guns in one place at a time, my heart is beating wildly

"You bet I'm gonna stay in here" Khloe mutters "I'll need that security detail placed in front of the door for my sister's sake, I'm going downstairs" she orders the man and he just nods before walking further and barking orders in Italian for the other men running around, she turns towards me before taking out a small knife and handing it to me.

"Take this and stay inside the room, if anyone aside myself or Dante comes in, use it" she orders and I stand frozen looking at her and the knife she has out for me "Take it Kristin" she yells and I snap before taking the knife, strangely it feels lighter than I expected, I look back up at her to see her bringing similar knives out of a holster on her thighs, but they look bigger than the one with me.

"I'll be back in a minute," she says before walking towards the stairs, I just reel myself back inside the room and gently lock the door behind me, I'm scared shitless.

I should be used to things like this by now but I get scared every time it happens, I'm pacing the room, and I hear footsteps outside before I hear the voice.

"Miss Kristin, are you in there"? I hear the voice of the man from earlier my sister spoke to from outside and I quickly open the door to find him there with two other guys who had guns in their hands

"These are the men outside your door for security, we have everything under control, do not leave the room for any reason," he says and I just nod taking in the face of the men situated outside my room before I nod and go back inside locking the door again

I'm unsettled, I know they said they have it under control but it still doesn't make me feel any better knowing the mansion is under attack.

Suddenly I start hearing gunshots from outside and downstairs, I quickly run towards the bed and sit down, I don't even know what to do.

The gunshots might be from the attackers or Dante and his men taking down the attackers, I hear yelling and running from outside, I quickly stand up and move towards the door, I peep through the hole and see that guards are still there making me breathe out in relief.

I just need to calm down, the knife Khloe gave me is still with me, I clutch onto it tightly, I hear heavy footsteps outside, just around my doorstep, and then I hear heavy thuds like body dropping.

My palms are fucking sweaty and the knife suddenly feels too heavy in my hands, I hear my doorknob turning but I know whoever's on the other side can't get in, it's locked.

I hear an unfamiliar voice saying words I can't comprehend, I close my eyes silently praying for them to just go away, I know they're not Dante's men because they're not talking in Italian.

With one swift kick, the door comes tumbling down from its hinges making me squeal and stand in attack mode with the knife tight in my grasp.

I look at the attacker and I find a very tall and well-built man, I can't see his face because it's covered in a mask of some sort, only his eyes are visible to me.

"Stay back" I voice out using my knife as a threatening tool, but it seems the man isn't even fazed at all "I'll use it" I said pointing the knife at him.

He stops and looks at me with amusement dancing in his eyes, he doesn't say anything, just keeps walking towards me steadily, he doesn't seem to be in a rush because he's taking his time.

I'm afraid but I still put on a brave front, never let them see your fear, that's what Khloe always told me when we were kids.

I take the first swing and I miss but I hope that tells him I will use the knife if I have to, he doesn't stop advancing toward me making me step back in fear.

I quickly take another swing and this time he catches my hand and twists it behind my back making sure his firm chest is pressed to my back as he unlatches the knife from my grasp.

He takes the knife and presses it against my neck making me gasp out "You won't get out of here alive, you know that right"? I ask trying to stall, someone should have noticed that I'm being attacked, why isn't anyone coming to save me?

He doesn't say anything just grunts and he starts fumbling with his pocket, I look at the knife pressed closely to my neck and him being completely distracted, this is my time, Take the damn shot, Kristin, you can do it.

I breathe out before quickly Jamming my elbow to his stomach, I hear him grunt and it gives me enough time to get out of his grasp and run for the door, but apparently, he's faster.

Before I'm able to scream for help, he covers my nose with some type of cloth, and stupid as I am, I breathe in the substance, my vision starts getting blurry and my head feels heavy.

He doesn't let go of me, and soon I start seeing black dots and the room starts spinning, I fall to the ground, and the last thing I see is his masked-covered face staring down at me before everything goes black.

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In case you're wondering who I am, well my name is Kristin Romano, I'm 23 years old.

Born into a family of crime and the underworld, you can say I'm quite weak, I've never really liked this life, not since my sister was snatched from me at a very young age by my father because he wanted one of his daughters to be more involved in this life and Khloe fit the perfect description.

I only saw her once every year for 15 minutes and I was never allowed to talk to her or even let her see me.

We reunited after our parents died, of course as you can guess someone ordered a hit on their heads and they both were killed making it look like an accident.

My sister Khloe is the best female assassin out here in the underworld and she's married to the Don of the Italian mafia who also happens to be the best male assassin in the underworld, well basically in the Italian mafia.

There have been rumors of a leader in the Russian mafia, a nameless fear, someone who many think is better than Dante in terms of ruling and ruthlessness, the best assassin known to the Russians.

In case you're wondering, Khloe and I are twins.

She has been the one looking out for me since we were young and when our parents died, she offered me a place to stay in her husband's mansion.

I've been here with them for about two years now, I'm not a fan of the mafia but I have no choice since I was born into it.

My father worked with a line of trained assassins, he was a trained assassin as well and so was my mom, so when the time came to pass down his legacy, he chose Khloe which I'm grateful for, he didn't have any male children but he loved us greatly.

My name is Kristin and this is how my story starts.

Kristin

I groan lightly trying to adjust myself and my sight because I still saw blur even after seemingly waking up.

I'm lying on a hard surface, it's cold and smells like blood and dirt, the whole surrounding is eerily scary and quiet, my sight adjusts to the darkness, mildly, I try to move and I realized I'm tied, my hands behind my back but my legs are not.

I gently sit up, the whole room starts spinning and I feel sick to my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up any minute from now, memories from before I passed out starts rushing in.

I remember the mansion being under attack and then someone breaking into my room and me trying to fight back before I was drugged, I look around and I'm in some kind of basement.

My skin begins to crawl, I feel eyes on me but the room is too dark to even make out anything, I squint to get a clear vision and then I see shoes in the far end of the room, brown male shoes, whoever has them on is sitting down.

I move away quickly but that's a bad idea because my whole body is on fire.

"I thought you'd be out cold for the rest of the evening" the voice booms making me look up to find the strange shoes person having the voice

His voice sounds unfamiliar and his accent is different from all the ones I've come to get used to, he's not Italian, I know that for sure

"Who are you"? I squeak out barely a whisper, my throat is parched and I'm thirsty.

"That's not of great importance right now" he voices out his thick accent rolling off his tongue, he gets up and walks towards me which allows me to take in his full appearance.

He's rather tall, with dark long hair, his eyes are sharp Hazel, his face as hard as a rock, he has a small beard just below his face, he looks terrifying I must say.

He stops in front of me and bends down so he's at eye level with me, I move back on instinct, and he puts his hand on his ear and speaks in an unfamiliar language, he nods and answers like he's taking orders, all the while his eyes are trained on me.

"The boss will see you now" he mutters before standing up, I thought he'd take me out of her to go see his boss, whoever it is but now, he just takes two steps away from me still leaving me there.

From his accent, language, and face I can tell he's Russian, which only means one thing, The Russians have me.

Which in turn means I'm miles away from home, From Khloe, I start panicking.

How will they find me?

I'm probably going to die before they do, the Russians are merciless and if there's anything they don't possess, it's compassion.

I'm still thinking about my fate when I hear heavy footsteps, followed by the opening of the door to wherever the fuck I am.

The moment the person steps in, the air around me shifts, even the man from before becomes still and poised, and the whole atmosphere changes.

Whoever it is that just walked inside this room, holds a whole lot of power, even the way he walks screams authority, I've not seen his face yet because he's still in the shadows but I feel the chills all over my body.

"I must say... It was very easy getting you here" Even his voice is nothing compared to what I've been hearing all my life, it has this strong authority to it, it's hard, gruff, husky, and terrifying all together, I feel my skin crawl with goosebumps

I don't miss the accent to which his voice is laced.

"For someone so protected, you were easy prey to my men" he continues walking around me not letting me see his face.

"Who are you and why am I here"? I croak out, I'm afraid and I'm not going to hide it, if he wanted me dead, I'd have been dead, something tells me he doesn't want to kill me.

He laughs, a menacing, low, and taunting laugh, it has nothing friendly to it, it's the kind of laugh that sends cold chills through the body.

"Who I am....hmm let me see," he thinks for a moment, his voice is now coming from behind me "Well some people refer to me as the devil, some say ghost, and to many others, I'm just a myth people tell their kids as bedtime stories" he says with so much confidence and pride dripping off his voice "as to why you're here, you're smart, you should know that by now" he mutters out.

His explanation of himself makes me gulp hard, I'm scared out of my wits, I'm not even going to lie, and he said I'd know why I was here but I'm coming up with nothing.

"What are you going to do to me"? I ask my voice trembling

"For now, nothing. I'm just going to keep you here for a day or two, let you starve maybe, let's say I'm prepping you for what's to come" he says dangerously low.

By now he had walked to the front of the room, still making sure he was hidden in the shadows, I was trying hard to see him but it was impossible.

"And what's to come... Is not so good.." he paused before walking out of the shadows and into the light so I could see him, from his legs up to his broad chest and his perfect jawline, clean shaved face, pointed nose, and piercing green eyes.

The air got knocked out of me, he had a sinister smirk perched on his face, and he looked..... Handsome and young.

Maybe in his early 30s, his face was void of any emotions, and so were his eyes, they bore into my soul with great contempt and anger.

He had dark brown hair, he stood tall peering down at me like I was an insect.

It's him, the greatest and most feared assassin in all of Russia, the Don of the Russian Mafia.

Aleksandr Ivanovic

"Khloe" he finished with venom lacing his voice.

"Now I'd advise you to brace yourself, it's going to be a bumpy ride" he muttered before striding out the door and banging it making me flinch.

I didn't realize that the man from before was still in the room with me until I heard his sigh.

Everything ceased to exist when he walked in, and it's like they all went back to existing after he left.

He held a lot of authority, no doubt about that.

He commanded fear and respect wherever he went.

But then he called me Khloe, did he think I was Khloe?

Did he kidnap me thinking he was kidnapping Khloe?

I mean we look exactly alike, same hair, same eyes color, only Khloe stood a bit taller than me but someone who's never seen us both together would never be able to tell us apart from each other.

And us being seen together is something that has never happened, When Khloe decided that she'd take over Dad's legacy and become an assassin herself, Dad made sure to keep me hidden from public eyes, I was even homeschooled.

The media and everyone in the underworld only knew about Khloe, they knew my dad had only one daughter, no one ever knew about me, or the fact that Khloe was, in fact, a twin.

Even Dante was shocked the day he met me, it took him a while to adjust to seeing a replica of his wife around the mansion.

And I think Aleksandr is among the people who never knew of my existence, he thinks he's holding Khloe hostage when, in fact, Khloe is still home with Dante.

He probably thinks he has the best female assassin in the world locked in his basement, I'm just a twin, I don't even know how to hold a gun or a knife, let alone use one.

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I don't know how long I've been holed up here but I've not seen Aleksandr since the last time he came down here.

The man with me has also left, he has come back on two other occasions to get me water, they haven't given me any food and I'm beginning to lose my strength.

I really can't pinpoint why I'm here, I'm guessing it has something to do with Khloe, and whatever it is, it's not something good.

I've not had my bath in God knows how long, I stink and the clothes I'm putting on are dirty, I feel dirty but of course, I'm a hostage here, so it's not exactly five stars or anything of that sort.

I know Khloe would be worried sick about me by now, she'd be pulling her hair out thinking about where I am, I hope they find me quickly because I'm not about to spend weeks or worse, months locked up in here.

I'm still thinking when the basement door opens up, the light blinds my vision for a while, I try to cover it with my hands which are still tied up, from the way the whole atmosphere becomes dangerous and calm I already know who's in here with me.

He takes calculated and authoritative steps toward me and stops in front of me with his hands tucked inside his pants pocket.

He looks at me with disgust, I don't even bother saying anything, I just look away from him, something about his eyes sets me on an unknown path.

He snaps his fingers and I hear scraping before the only chair in the room is dragged to him, he sets it in front of me before sitting down on it, his legs are spread wide open while he intertwines his hands in front of him.

He's putting on a black long-sleeve shirt, rolled up to his elbow, a few ink marks are scattered on his arm, and his knuckles are filled with rings, which I know are used for nothing good.

I look further up and the first two buttons on his shirt are undone, I can see the small chest hairs on him, my eyes move up and I'm met with his cold, emotionless eyes boring into mine in a glare.

I have a feeling, this guy doesn't like me one bit

"Let's talk"

Kristin's POV

I gulped visibly when he uttered that word, that word alone got me hot, scared, and terrified, I wondered what he wanted to talk about.

He had this look in his eyes, it was vicious, cold, distant, and wicked.

I mean I've heard stories of him but sitting here on this cold floor looking at him, something tells me he holds a grudge for me or more specifically Khloe.

"Whatever I tell you now, I'll only say once so be careful not to miss anything" he spit out his stare not wavering.

"You're here as my prisoner, and no I don't want or demand any Ransom from your husband for your return, you'll be here for as long as I want you to be" he begins still looking at me

"Of course, you know what happens to prisoners since you've had your fair share of taking some for your former Don" he grits out a very dangerous tone to his voice, it's like he's hinting at something but I don't know what.

"You will remain in this basement without any food or water, unless of course, I'm in a good mood, of course, you'll be tortured from time to time" he adds making me fucking scared, I can't handle mafia torturing

"Have it in mind that I'll document some of these torture as a souvenir for your dear husband" he tells me still keeping a hard glare on me

He stops as if waiting for me to say something but all I do is just lower my head, his stare scares me, it unnerves me and puts me on edge.

I have never had to face anyone like this, not in my entire life.

Khloe is the brave, bold, and witty one

I'm just the silent, shy, and naive of both of us.

I don't want to tell him that I'm not Khloe because if he knows, then he'll realize he has no use for me and probably kill me

Men like him have no room for compassion or pity, they shoot first and ask questions later and I'm not willing to put my life at risk.

"I expected more of a fight from you, this is not the famous assassin I've been hearing so much about for the years" he mutters out tauntingly, of course I'm not her dumb fuck, but of course, I don't have the nerve to say that out loud.

"I can say I'm very disappointed" he spits.

"Where am I"? I ask after minutes of watching him talk, at least I should know where I am in case I escape, which is most likely not going to happen but let me hope.

"You should know by now," he says smirking at me "You're in Russia" he whispers, I suspected it but now that he confirms it my blood runs cold.

How will Khloe ever find me?

I'm in a foreign land with no means of reaching anyone I know, worse, they think I'm someone else.

What will happen to me if he finds out I'm not Khloe but the exact opposite of who he wanted?

"Maxim will make sure you're comfortable as much as a prisoner should be," he says with an evil smile and sinister look in his eyes

He gets up from the chair and starts making his way to the door, but my voice quickly stops him.

"If I'm going to stay here for long, the least you can do is let me have my bath, I stink" I mutter the last part out, I see his shoulder tense before he turns around and faces me

"You want a bath, Anastasia"? He asks giving me a weird look, at this moment I don't even know what I'm doing, I just nod like an idiot, which isn't a good idea.

"Maxim" his voice booms out through the whole basement and within seconds, The man from before enters as if he's been standing outside, he bows in front of Aleksandr in respect.

"Our little Anastasia wants a bath," he says in a mocking tone and as if the man understands, he just nods before going back out again.

Aleksandr has his eyes dead set on me, glaring, staring, studying, and watching me, it's making me uncomfortable, I feel small sitting here.

I feel like he's going to squash me with his eyes or worse, he's going to kill me.

I squirm a bit, the floor is cold and hard and I've been in this position for hours it's getting hard to get blood moving all over my body.

Suddenly the door opens again to reveal Maxim, I believe is what Aleksandr called him, but this time he has something with him... A bucket, I assume a bucket of water.

He hands it to Aleksandr before taking two steps back, Aleksandr takes it from him before inspecting it and looking at me with the same glare.

He starts walking towards me "You wanted a bath, Anastasia"? He asks tauntingly, and I shake my head trying to move back, I don't know what he wants to do but I know it's not something I'll like at all.

Before I can even get a chance to say anything he turns the bucket in his hands upside down and empties the whole content on my body, as soon as the cold water comes in contact with my skin I can't help but squeak and yelp out loudly.

I tense at the contact, my whole body is drenched in cold water, very cold, and my dress is wet completely, in fact, my whole body is dripping with water.

He hands the bucket back to Maxim, who quickly takes it from him.

He bends down to my eye level moving some of my hair out of my face.

"Do you feel clean now, hmm? Or do you want more baths"? He taunts making me shut my eyes before opening them back and glaring at him hard

He doesn't even seem fazed by my anger or glare, I don't even have any words to say to him because I can already feel my whole body covered in cold spots.

I'm definitely going to catch a cold, he gets up abruptly and walks out the door with Maxim tailing behind him and locking me inside.

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I don't know how long I've been sitting here but I know it's long enough to know that I've officially caught cold, my chapped lips are trembling from the cold, my teeth clattering against each other.

I tried moving from my former position so I wouldn't be sitting directly on cold water, it'll be hard for my dress to get dry

No one has come inside since Aleksandr left me here after drenching me in cold water because I asked for a bath, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

My feet and my hands are numb, I can't even feel them properly, they're very cold.

I don't know what Aleksandr wants with me, but I'm sure as hell it's not something good, I just pray Khloe or Dante find me before I get the chance to find out.

The metal doors of the basement open up and Maxim walks in with a plate of food and a bottle of water, my mouth instantly waters at this.

It's been days since I've had any form of food or water in my mouth, he looks at me for a while before dropping the food and the water in front of me.

I look at the food and up at him contemplating if I should eat or not, what if it's poisoned, as if reading my thoughts the Russian's voice cuts my thoughts.

"If the boss wanted you dead, you wouldn't even have made it this far," he says "Eat, you might not see anything like this in the coming days" he warns me as if he's looking out for me.

I sigh, not wanting him to see that starving me for days affected me, I slowly and steadily reach out for the water first, at least if they poison the food they can't poison a sealed bottle of water.

And plus, I'm more thirsty than I'm hungry, I gently open the bottle before slowly taking it towards my lips, the moment a drop of the water went down my throat I realized how thirsty I'd been the last few days I've had to go without water or food.

I quickly chugged down the water with a loud gulp, saving some for later, by now Maxim had already left.

I reach out for the plate of food, it's a bread loaf and an apple, I go for the apple first, there's less chance of it being poisoned.

I take a bite and savour it, God I've missed food so much, an involuntary moan leaves my mouth.

Who knew an apple could be this good and refreshing?

I take another bite and within minutes the apple is almost finished, I look at the plate again and eye the bread warily, the apple will have to do for now

At least I have a little strength in me, I discard the apple stem on the plate before gently pushing it away from me.

I take a sip from the water to quench my thirst, I cover it up and drop the rest close to me.

I don't know when next I'll get to have water again, I'll manage this one while it lasts.