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

"Bon appétit!" I set down the food in front of my fifteenth table of the day and headed back toward the bar for a much needed break. My feet were killing me since I'd had the brilliant idea to wear some not so sensible shoes with no padding inside and the result was a striking ache in the balls of my feet with every step I took. 


"You look worse for wear." Lia snickered when she saw me, sliding a shot of whiskey my way. I knocked it back and set the glass back in the bar top, sucking on my teeth right after. "How many times have you been to the kitchen today?" 


"Enough times to never want to go there again." I shifted in my heels and let my head fall back with a whine. "I want to switch out my shoes." 


"Too bad. You know we're not allowed to leave the work area until we're done for the day." She refilled my shot glass and slid it back my way. It didn't help that the cotton candy was wearing off, but the liquor could get me through the day.


The Boss