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 was eating like I hadn't eaten in days, which I hadn't, but that also meant that I probably resembled a wild animal. 


Edris had more than given me a piece of his mind, and I had nothing to do but listen as I dug into the food he'd made, very meat heavy because according to him I had to follow doctor's orders and up my iron levels. 


His ire died down considerably when I asked for seconds, and he was nearly over the moon when I handed over my plate for thirds with a piece of buttered baguette in my mouth. The cassoulet had been heavenly and I felt better already. 


Thanking Edris for the food, I stood up and left my grumbling cook behind to catch up on some work. 


I still didn't know what I was going to do with this growing foetus, but I decided to take it a day at a time. 


One thing was for certain though, Marco couldn't know. 


The Talk