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 the hell was that in there? I had my guys ready to intervene." Claudette was staring at me from a plush suede couch, long legs crossed and somehow looking deadly in her heeled boots. My outfit consisted of something similar to hers, but I didn't look half as good as she did. 


"Christ, don't fucking ask me, I don't know either." My embarrassment at the way I'd handled myself back at the café was through the roof. "It was like all of a sudden, I wasn't a grown woman anymore. It's not me."


"Did they intimidate you? Because if they did, I can—"


"Shut up Claudette, the only thing they intimidated was my libido." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, getting ready to sulk in my seat. Unbelievable. I was an adult, getting ready to pull off the largest international con of my lifetime and somehow I couldn't keep it straight in the presence of two men flirting with me? 


Abuela Montenegro would roll over in her urn. 


The Bummer