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

A particularly pungent waft of bleach and vinegar burned my nostrils as my eyes cracked open for the second time after being sedated. This time, instead of a stuffy container that reeked of human remains, it was a very sterile looking room with metal tables and tools ordered neatly according to their size. My eyebrows rose as I looked around and noticed the drip I was hooked up to, as well as the professionally bandaged shoulder peeking out over the bed covers. 


I sat up slowly, feeling considerably less in pain and less disgusting, probably due to the fact that I'd been bathed and smelled like some bizarre jasmine-cognac combination like the ones found in Bath and Body Works. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was confusing to my senses, especially with that jarring chemical scent in the background. 


The Wakening (1)