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

"Cat, you're working the stage tonight. Matron's orders."


My head whipped up from the ankle straps of my elaborate heels to blink at Djinn, an Egyptian woman with the most piercing eyes I'd ever seen. She shrugged at me in response and sat down at a vanity table to get started on her makeup. 


"What stage?" I asked dumbly, even though I was genuinely at a loss. "There's a stage in this place?" 


"Correction, there's a strip club." Lia came into the room, rubbing the sleep from her freshly washed face. Her dark skin looked suspiciously shimmery for some reason. "I hope you know how to pole dance." 


"I don't, but thanks for the alert. I'll just magically develop ass shaking skills now." I scowled at her with my hands crossed over my chest. "How the hell am I supposed to be a stripper if I don't know how to strip?" 


The Private Dance