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

"What are you doing here?" I glanced up at Andreya, then back at the table where our hole cards were dealt. 


"I came with Selare." She nodded toward the other side of the room, where my headman was standing at a craps table. "But I'm not here for you. I'm here for them." 


My eyes followed where she was looking, over Marco's shoulder, to see Jason and Amaria Greene speaking to someone I knew for a fact was Saverio's ally. 


Could civilians ever stay out of trouble? 


"What are they doing here?" The timbre of my voice betrayed my alarm, and I forced my focus back onto the table. "Check." 


"Raise." Andreya pushed a small column of chips toward the centre of the table. "They were invited by Saverio himself." 


I kept my eyes on the flop, then glanced around the table for any tells. One of the players was a complete novice, giving away their nervousness with shifty eyes.


The Game