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

Celia was surprisingly calm for someone who was tied to a chair with no possibility of escape. There were armed guards lining an entire wall behind me and more on the other side of the door. 


There was a room in the sewer system of Paris that I was now fond of using for things like this. Arin had told me about it. It was very out of the way, with walls so thick you couldn't hear in or out and it had a bolted door there were only two keys to. To top it off, it was a ghost room. It wasn't on any map or any of the city plans. 


Which meant she could scream her lungs out and nobody but us could hear it. 


"This is highly unnecessary," she started, moving her zip tied hands around. "If you wanted to speak to me, you could've just called." 


The Second Act (2)