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

"I hope you know why I'm doing this to you." Zhian held my jaw in one hand, keeping my head in place as the bloody blade held by his other hand scraped over my jaw. "It would be unfair if you didn't." 


Not a word left my mouth as I continued to kneel limply, releasing nothing but laboured breaths to express the discomfort of the blade slicing over the thin skin of my ribs. 


Zhian had left me alone for a very long time before coming back with the brilliant idea of using my body as a blank canvas. The issue was, he always wanted to make art in ways that left permanent reminders. 


I knew why he was doing so many things to me. He'd evened the score of my father killing his brothers a long time before getting to this point. At this stage, he was torturing me for fun and pleasure and he'd remind me of the fact at every given opportunity.


The Finding