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 am I looking at?" One of my eyebrows quirked upward sceptically, my arms crossed over my chest to complete the look. There was a lilac coloured powder sitting on a tray on the table, completely unbothered under the intense scrutiny of everyone standing in a semi-circle.


"This, is cotton candy." Leo, a chemist with electric blue hair who looked like he'd been electrocuted a couple of times for aesthetic purposes, picked a cocaine spoon up from the table and started messing with the powder. "Peak high lasts for three hours and there's no hard comedown. You simply fade right back into existence."


"Swear." He picked some up and snorted it, pinching his nose shut with a grimace. "I took a sniff about two hours ago."


"Smoother than butter, girlboss." He held the coke spoon out to me. "Want some?"


"No, thanks." My eyes squinted at the spoon, which looked a bit humid like steam had blown on it. "Will this sell?"


The Cotton Candy