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

My nose scrunched up, mouth twisted to the side as I tried to dissect the massive pile of fuckery in front of me. Between the killer sore boobs and the urge to throw myself into traffic from all the anxiety, I was having a complete blast trying not to pour my irritation out on everyone and everything.  


It definitely wasn't working, but E for effort, right?


"I can't get married to her when you're having my child, Katarina." Marco pursed his lips at me, all unimpressed. "It's bad enough you and I can't get married." 


I considered it a blessing in disguise. Marriage wasn't something I was looking for, not now or ever. I didn't even know what I was going to do with this baby yet. 


"Marco, what about your <i>capos</i>? You need your marriage to Elena to control the Italian mafia."


He looked at me blankly and shrugged. "I'll find another way." 


[Bonus chapter] The Conundrum