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

"What are you doing?" Connor entered the room and threw a stack of money on the desk, where I was busy reading through a small stack of papers. "You look hard at work."


"Sorting through companies to call about the suspicious smell downstairs. What is this from?" With tentative hands, I picked up the stack and fingered through the bills. 


"Our cut for letting dealers use our girls to sell." Connor closed his eyes and plopped down on the couch close to the wall a ways from my desk. He threw an arm over his eyes and sighed deeply, making me realise how tired her looked. He and Moira had been holding down the fort while I was gone and suddenly I come back acting worse than before. He needed a break. 


"Babe, go home. Take the day off." I could handle things here on my own. There wasn't much to do so he could take the day off in confidence and let me do the work for once. After all, isn't that what managers are supposed to do?


"I can't do that, you might need me here." 


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