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

"When do you plan on taking your rightful place, again?" Francesca's head fell to the side as she looked at me. Age hadn't changed her at all, she still looked the same as she had when I'd last seen her. 


Granted, four years didn't change much. 


"When the time is right," was my cryptic response. "I happen to think you like being in charge, <i>tia</i>."


"Maybe I do, but it's not my place." She shrugged. "I don't lose any power by giving it to you." 


"No, you don't." I let my eyes linger on the sturdy wooden desk she was sitting behind. My father's desk. "Are you willing to hold down the fort until I'm ready?" 


"You know I'll do whatever you need me to, <i>sobrina</i>. I'm just wondering what your game plan is. Everyone knows you're alive and in Europe, so why are you still hiding?" 


"Who said I'm hiding? Maybe I'm just being private." We both knew that was a lie. 


The Subtle Confrontation