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

"You did what?!" Moira screeched in a panic, supported by her dipping her fingers frantically into a bowl of warm water, soap and baby oil. She insisted that if she did that for long enough, her acrylics would come off. I insisted that the lifehack videos she watched on social media were full of shit.


"Of all the stupid things ye've done, this is by far the WORST!" Connor, my possible husband-to-be, was red in the face, like he was having an allergic reaction to fire ants. His accent tripled in thickness to the point where he would just be yelling at me in Gaelic soon. "Henri tell her she's stupid!"


"Yeah go ahead Henri," I turned to my butler with a strained eyebrow. "Tell the woman who writes your checks that she's stupid."


Henri looked like he was biting his tongue for a moment before he turned to my friends with a constipated expression. "I'll sit this one out."


The Reprimand