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

"So Katarina, what did you want to talk to me about?" 


The sound of liquor sloshing in a rocks glass with ice was very welcome to me at the moment. Maybe it was the stress of being a boss or maybe it was the building sexual tension between me and the spy that Marco had following me around who I had to pretend didn't exist, but I felt the need to drink consistently bugging me.


"Italy." I held a hand out for the glass gratefully, taking in the sweet scent of Irish whiskey sticking to the back of my throat. "Flawless."


"Italy? What about Italy?" Francesca raised a pristine eyebrow while she sipped her whiskey. I could see her eyes scanning my face repeatedly, probably freaked out by the major changes in them. 


"They have a good investment market. I think you should sponsor a business or two." A little smile went her way, which she responded to with a flat look. "You could even sponsor politicians."


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