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

The gasp startled a scream out of me, in turn making the person who'd gasped scream back. I jumped around, instantly on high alert, only to find Moira beside the door with a hand to her chest, staring at me wide-eyed.


"What the hell? You're not dead too, are you?" If she wasn't dead, then I really was stuck in a hallucination that I couldn't get out of, and I didn't know which one I would've preferred.


"I'm not dead. You were about to be, though." She wandered further into the room like she was nearing a wounded animal, scared I'd lash out. "How do you feel?"


There was something like a mix of fear and misery that slid down my spine like a cold eel as my dumb little brain slowly came to terms with everything.


If Moira wasn't dead and I wasn't either, then I was still hallucinating.


The Reunion