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

Months came and went in relative silence. The underworld knew I was back in business, though I had yet to make an appearance, and money was flowing like a waterfall into my bank account. 


Dominico was still relatively in hiding, and I was using this as an opportunity to slowly ice him out of the crime business. He was strictly in charge of the legal portions of my affairs, managing the Paris hotel and Club Cinque in London. The Alleyway was under my supervision, and in conjunction with the manager Dominico had set there, everything was working as I should've. 


Summer turned into autumn, which turned into wintertime and then it was the end of another year. 


Snow falling in droves on the day of Christmas Eve was probably the most cliché part of any Hallmark holiday romantic comedy, but as I stood with my fists perched on my hips, glaring at the wretched snow outside, I did not feel like I was in a holiday romantic comedy, I felt like I was in <i>hell</i>. 


The Christmas Miracle