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>I have a brother. I have an older brother.


The numbness of shock wore thinner and thinner the more I turned those words over in my head. I had an older brother.


I didn't know to to feel. Excited wasn't the word I was looking for and neither was happy. Weariness had me looking back at the pictures of him and comparing ourselves. We looked alike. We looked like our mother. 


I looked at the pictures of Saverio's father next. A civilian. That bit had me clicking my tongue in annoyance and frowning down at the image in my hands. 


My mother knew better than to get mixed up with someone who wasn't from our world. The mafia didn't forgive, and neither did its enforcers. I doubted the poor fool had even known she was a mafia princess, much less the bride-to-be of the Don. If he had, he probably wouldn't have gone near her. 


The Comedown (Marco)