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 had been right to assume that I'd be sore after some rest. It couldn't have been six hours since I'd fallen asleep and there was already pain in my abdominal muscles and my thighs, like I'd had a rigorous workout.


Pushing myself up from Marco's body with sore arms, I caught him watching me with his fingers still tangled in my hair. 


"You didn't sleep?" It was still dark outside but the bedside clock said three in the morning. He made a noncommittal sound of confirmation, brushing the black locks out of my face as he watched me under the light of the full moon streaming through his windows. 


<i>Like I'm fighting off rigor mortis and</i> losing.


"Good," I lied smoothly, blinking at him with sleepy eyes. Marco's gaze felt so intense sometimes, like he could see right through me and read all my secrets, but it was that same intensity that made it impossible for me to look away. 


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