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

"Woah, did someone die?" Moira finished her ascent up the stairs, both hands full of shopping bags and more being hauled by the bodyguards behind her. Bodyguards. "This house feels like a cemetery." 


"What did you do, buy all of the Marais?" I grabbed a Gucci bag from her and peered inside. There was a box of shoes, and upon moving the lid a little bit, a stunning pair of heels came into view. "Oo, cute!" 


"Right? I couldn't resist." We continued onward toward her room, meanwhile I kept grabbing bags and looking at what she'd purchased. "Where's Marco?" 


"I don't know. We had a fight." Setting the bags in my hands down, I looked at her Versace purchase next. 


"A fight about what?" She raised an eyebrow at me, disappointment clear in her eyes. 


"He said I shouldn't keep secrets because we're allies, and admittedly, now that I've had some time to think, he's right about that. But then it went south." 


The Experiment