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 few weeks had passed since the situation with Mela and The Dreadful Six and everyone was moving on from the incident as if it were just another day at the office. To a certain extent, I was sure it was, but I knew next to nothing about the criminal world I was now slaving away in day in and day out seven days a week without a break. 


Sure, all the men had guns, but that didn't necessarily make them all cold-blooded killers, right? 


I might've been clueless, but I wasn't naive, and my next dose of a rude awakening came during my first shift as an attendant and a new girl I still didn't know the name of made the fatal mistake of pushing away a hand that had pushed its way under her bra.


My hands had clenched onto the opium pipe I was prepping so hard that my nails threatened to dig permanent crescents into my palm. 


The Adjustment