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

"So, this is my gift to you." Moira was beaming, holding out a black, medium sized box that obviously contained shoes in them. Francesca looked at the box and gingerly plucked it from her hands, using a razor sharp stiletto nail to rip down the wrapping paper and open it. 


The box was plain, not a logo anywhere to give away what brand the shoes were. Again, Francesca looked at her with a cautious gaze, but Moira simply ushered her to hurry up with her hands.


I snickered behind my mug as Francesca became speechless, staring at the diamond studded heels sitting in the box like it was the last pearl on earth. 


"Don't ask me how much they cost," Moira said, obviously wanting someone to ask her how much the gift cost. "They're priceless so wear them well." 


My aunt was still speechless, but I could've sworn I saw her eyes mist over a little. 


The Present