SugaryWinter

Do you ever wonder what your life will be like when you cross paths with your arch nemesis? Yes? Well buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

Katarina Montenegro is what everyone would simply call spoiled. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and a custom Tiffany’s diamond tiara on her head. She was referred to as The Spanish Princess by everyone who knew of her existence, and she revelled in the nickname. She was young, cunning, and powerful. There was nothing Katarina wanted that she didn’t have. 

On the other hand, Marco DiBiancci was known by everyone as The Emperor Lynx, due to his ability to see through deception as easily as he could breathe. Unlike Katarina, who lived a mainly pampered life, Marco was raised by a strict father who wanted him to be in the front lines of the job since he was fourteen years old. He had spent his years getting his hands dirty and washing them again. He was young, strong, and powerful. There was nothing Marco wanted that he didn’t take for himself. 

The common ground? They were both set to inherit their father’s thrones as King and Queen of their respective organised crime kingdoms. 

The problem? Marco wanted Katarina, or more importantly, he wanted what she was set to lay claim on. Even though the two had never met, Marco was determined to get his hands on her by all means necessary, and that’s how we’re here.

This is how I, Katarina Montenegro, was kidnapped by the Italian mafia.

[WARNING: highly foul language and mature themes]

Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia

"Henri, the damn spoon goes in this corner." I took the spoon from his hand and placed it at the corner of the box where the rest of the silverware was. "Everything here is in size! This is a tea spoon!"


"Madame, it goes here." He took the spoon from the corner and placed it in the middle of the box where another empty slot was. "In this order."


"Henri," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Everything else in here is from large to small, you are disrupting the natural order of size within this box right now."


"What are you two fighting about?" Moira sauntered into the room with her long legs on display, looking like a model, even when she wasn't trying to. Especially when she wasn't trying to.


"Henri wants to put the spoons in this order," I showed her where he had placed the spoon. "But this spoon obviously goes here." I moved it to the correct location.


"Actually, that doesn't really seem right. I liked it more the way he had it."


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