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

Lina jumped with a startled expression that was hidden beneath excessive layers of Armani matte foundation. Her blue lips parted in a perfect O of surprise, but the look didn't last long as I advanced on her with a thrum for violence in my veins. 


"Katarina, you're alive!" She wheezed, either too surprised or scared to even try moving as her gaze flickered over my shoulder to look at the ever brooding Mac, who was standing a ways behind me with both hands clasped behind his back. "How good to see you." 


"Here and there." Her face started paling as the need to choke her out grew in me. "He made me swear not to tell you," was the desperate whisper. 


I took a step back to watch her crumple against the wall and gasp dramatically with a hand on her neck like I'd been choking her. "We're going to have a long overdue conversation, and you're going to tell me exactly what he made you swear not to." 


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