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

The blonde was on the phone, sitting comfortably on a sofa when I walked into the room with my business partner trailing behind. She looked up at us, scrutinising every movement, then whispered into the phone for a while more before hanging up. 


I crossed my legs, disguising the wince of soreness between them by smoothing a hand over my blue handkerchief skirt. "A necessary measure." 


"I hope you both know what you're doing." She looked between us. "That man is slimy. You don't know how many allies he has." 


Andreya turned her eyes on Marco, who was staring at her like she was the most interesting thing he'd seen in ten years. She quirked an eyebrow, crossing both arms over her chest. "And you? You're ready for this?" 


He shrugged, picking lint off his trousers. "I'm willing to take the gamble."


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