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

Seeing my rival in the flesh was an event that hadn't let me sleep the entire night. I'd tossed and turned in my bed like a fucking rat on a wheel doing laps to burn off birthday cake calories or some shit along those lines. 


My mind wouldn't stop asking questions and it definitely wouldn't slow down enough for me to order my thoughts enough to string those questions into tangible sentences. There was so much about the past four years that wasn't making sense to me and no matter how much I tried to fill in the gaps, I needed to hear the answers from Katarina herself. 


That feeling of excitement stayed with me as my driver pulled into the restaurant and parked the car. Were my palms sweating? 


The Sicilian sun was beating down on the island with relentless rays, pairing with the sea's condensation to permeate the Mediterranean air with enough heat and humidity to take away all feeling of October. It was uncharacteristically hot, even for Italy. 


The Lunch Date (Marco)