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

"Finally." Marco pushed off the wall across my doorway with an annoyed expression. "You take forever to get ready."


"Of course I do. Especially when it's a special occasion." I breezed past him on my way to the elevator, pressing the call button for the ground floor with a delighted little hum. Marco sidled up to me and surveyed me from head to toe, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. 


"You seem to be in a very good mood tonight." 


"What makes you think I'm planning anything?" The elevator opened and we stepped inside. 


Marco pressed the button for the ground floor before turning to look at me. "You haven't called me anything insulting all day. And you've been humming."


The doors opened and we both stepped out, making our way toward the blacked out, awaiting vehicle that was parked out front for us. I tried to ignore the stares of those who saw us, but even then, the whispers and looks were making me feel a little apprehensive. 


The Debut (2)