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

"If you don't mind, could we find somewhere more private to talk? I don't want to divulge information to prying ears…"


"Of course!" Marco quickly gathered his things and stood up from the table along with me, holding a hand out to signal I should lead the way. 


I gathered my coat and pulled my dress further down where it had started riding up on my thighs. Usually it was fitted pant suits for Isabella, but Moira insisted that if I was going to see him, my best chance of escaping any attempted murders on his part would be via distraction, and what better distraction than my killer legs? 


Marco had a temper, that much had been drilled into my brains during my time as his hostage and working with him, but I'd never actually seen him around women, so I wasn't sure how responsive he would be if I tried to catch his eye. 


Maybe I should give it a test run? For science…


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