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

Being back in Paris after spending weeks of tanning in Sicily felt more surreal than waking up every morning without restraints around my wrists. 


As expected, after the seventh body was found, Rolando didn't come to Paris to identify it himself. He wasn't that stupid, but I'd still wanted to bait him just in case. 


With the eighth body taking a detour from the usual route I'd thought up, I'd decided to plant that one in mainland Italy just to see if he'd show up or not. 


That confirmed all of the suspicions I'd had that he was still working with someone in Italy, and not just someone, but it was either a powerful someone or many someones. Enough someones to defend him from the Don of the Sicilian mafia just for stepping foot in the country. 


Rolando was smart, I'd give him that, but he was also a man, and that made him incredibly stupid in the same breath. 


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