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

Do you know those moments when it just seems like karma is out to get you, and even though you don't believe in karma you can suddenly remember every bad thing that might've put you in this situation? 


It's difficult for me to accept that if I'd just stayed my ass in the hotel, I probably would've avoided the disaster ball heading my way, but I've never made particularly prudent decisions. 


My dilemma came in the form of a hood over my head and zip ties around my wrist and ankles. Unbelievable. 


So there I was, getting ready to head back because no way in hell was I going to shower in the gym, no matter how nice it was. I had a thing about germs while I'm in a vulnerable state. Call it paranoia or misplaced privilege, but I wasn't going to risk it. 


The Surprise (2)