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

"Assorted sparkling water my ass." I looked down at the ice bucket filled with bottles of sparkling water among the glittering ice under the bright lights of the conference room. "What kind of assorted flavour crate doesn't carry lime? That's an essential flavour in literally everything. Have you ever seen lemon soda? No, that's sparkling lemonade. This isn't sparkling water, it's sparkling lemonade. If it was lime, it would be a different story."


"Ehm, what's the difference?" The delivery man asked like that was a sane question at all.


"What's the difference? What's the difference!?" I grabbed a bottle of sparkling lemon out of the bucket and held it up. "Lemon is sweeter than lime, which sets me up for failure. Lime offers a sharp tartness followed by a bitter aftertaste, reminiscent of alcohol, which makes my clients feel at ease because it's a placebo effect, which will get me everything I want in the world because I'm good at manipulation, YOU IMBECI— ah, monsieur DiBiancci!"


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