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

Or at least, I would be once I got my shit together.


When I woke up again after receiving the message in the envelope, I felt rested enough to think that if anything bad was in there, it wouldn't have that much of a stressful effect on me. 


Absolutely wrong. I called Francesca as soon as I'd opened the damn thing hoping to get some help and it immediately went south.


"I can't help you this time." She had said quietly. I could hear voices shouting in the background. "Salvador has me leading the search party for Katarina. We're in Barcelona now."


"Who the hell else am I supposed to get on this, then? Nobody can know!" I'd screeched, probably ruining my own plans of secrecy. Paranoia was eating at my nerves and I never did well with uncertainty in the first place. 


"My advice, ignore it. You can't win them all and if you go chasing this bait, it'll be the end of your takeover. Keep your head down and be smart, girl." 


The Ticket