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 did you say in there?" Henri prodded me about my conversation with Marco like a nosy old crone. He was following me back to the elevator with quick steps to match my own, so that he wouldn't miss any details. 


"I asked him if we could use mules to distribute." The elevator was thankfully open, since someone got off just as we arrived to it. 


"Mules? Like people?" Henri looked confused. "You don't believe in mules."


"Of course I'm not actually going to use mules, I just need him to run a green light so I can get more bodies on my side." I leaned into him so I could whisper. "With any luck, the plan will be rolling at high speeds soon." 


"Already?" Henri looked at me, completely ignoring all my hair in his face. "You've only been doing this for six months. For all you know, this could be a trap set by Monsieur DiBiancci."


The Warehouse (1)