The MeetingFerraraWhat in the world had someone put in my drink?I had been fucking poisoned.It was the only explanation that could possibly make me understand why I had buried my nose in Katya's neck like sniffed continuously.Then I had tasted her skin with my tongue, and felt...high. Fuck. Hours after I left the house and minutes of brushing my teeth again and again, I could still taste her in my tongue, and feel her body tremble against mine, her gasp chanting a melody in my ear.I had been spotting a fucking painful hard-on, and for the first time since my teenage days, I had wrapped my palm around my cock and wanked off in the bathroom, water splattering over me as I beat my cock, gasps and a soft body wreaking havoc to my senses.I wiped the steam off the mirrors and stared at myself afterwards, my rock hard body a panting mess, my chest heaving for breath. I could barely recognize my pupils, dark and glazed with lust, insatiability gnawing heavily at me.Fucking Jane and
KatyaI alighted from the Lamborghini and adjusted the designers' white long jacket draped over my shoulders, dark stilettos making contact with the floors.An umbrella was placed over my head instantly, and I stared at the tall magnificent building where my office was located now. Its architectural design was pristine, shades of beige and dark mahogany giving it an aura of strict seriousness.I adjusted the sunshades as well and walked into the building, employees and interns stopping to greet me."Good morning, chairwoman.""Good day, ma'am..."I acknowledged their greetings with a small smile and a curt nod, my lips clamping shut I'm seriousness immediately.I wasn't in a good mood. I hadn't managed to sleep well yesterday, consumed by various conflicting thoughts.What I wanted had blurred with the lines of what I desired, and now I didn't know what I was doing anymore. Had Ferrara succeeded in emotionally manipulating me to start seeing him in another light? Gauging my mood, K
FerraraI am a man who had done away with the illusions of conscience.From the moment I started to plan my father's murder and imagined the look in his eyes when I ended his life, I had forgotten what that word meant. In fact, it had been scraped from my vocabulary, and for each soul I had sent to hell, I had known that they deserved it.Don Viktor Petrov had asked for his death the moment he took the pleasure of killing my father myself from me.Yet like that day when I walked into the living room and Katya's expression had changed drastically when she finally saw me for what I was, the awareness that I was tainted and darkness itself was more prominent tonight.Just yesterday, I had shot at Nikolai's son in front of him, and at the last minute, suddenly decided not to kill him. Instead, I had shot him in the spine. He would live, but would never be able to walk again, unless there was a miracle.Nikolai's words followed me like the ghosts of my dark life which I had long embraced
FerraraTwo Weeks Later"Boss, you have to see this."Carlos started as soon as he walked into my office, his expression and poise calm, deceptively. He looked as though he was just about being pushed to the edge. I wondered what it was this time, although I already had a guess. Just as I predicted, as soon as he placed his tablet on the table in front of me, my eyes caught sight of none other than Katya Petrov, being interviewed by the New York Times."...So what do you intend to do with the land you just got from your client as a reward for winning the case against Mr. Castello."My palm clenched at the mention of my name from that sleazy reporter who didn't seem to care but for her job, but I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.Katya seemed to have made a pact with making me surprised, beguiled. She was in an army green dress today and black heels, her thick luscious hair pulled to the side. The unique features of her small delicate face were accentuated by light makeup, her
Katya Ferrara didn't become a Don by throwing out empty words. He was a man who made good of his promises and delivered every one of his threats. As the hand of the clock struck 7 in the evening of the next day, the private elevator doors slid open and ushered me into the grand abode of the man who stood at the other end, Waiting for me. Ferrara was in white shirt tonight, looking as stunning as he did in dark outfit. A lazy smile was on his lips, and he glanced at his watch, lifting his head, "Seven on the dot. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Katya." I didn't like the way he said my name in that deep baritone that tempted me to strip and dance another kind of rough, filthy, dance. I said nothing in reply, but stepped into the house, my heels clicking against the floors. "Let me take your jacket." He muttered, and in seconds, with my eyes trained on his, I unclasped the buttons of my jacket and released the belt, opening it to reveal my outfit for the evening. What I l
KatyaIt was a brief laying of lips against lips, yet I trembled, shuddering in need, gasping in wonder. His lips were gone almost immediately, and he gently placed a package in my hand, his voice throaty, thick, desirable,"I guessed you wouldn't eat much once I proposed sex to you, so this is dinner, for you and my little man. Tell him I will call him tonight."I stood, staring at him like I had lost all senses, my other palm clenched, itching to release and pull him down for a good proper kiss. But I forced my feet to move, making no attempt to speak lest my voice betrays me. After all, I was only going to stutter or mumble something incoherent that would make him laugh at me later.As I finally got into the elevator and the doors started to slide shut, my eyes were trained on him, his palms stuck in his pockets as he regarded me with shamelessly hungry eyes.Then he said thickly in a low voice, "Think about it, Katya. Just you and me, skin to skin, no strings attached." The do
KatyaFifteen minutes later, Ferrara sat cross-legged across me in his limo, his tie discarded, his gaze penetrating into me.He only broke eye contact to reach for his phone and dial, then his eyes were on me again when he spoke in a deep sultry voice,"Ferrara. Make your private area empty before the next ten minutes." I tried not to focus on the movement of his lips, knowing I was already on the path to doom. This was what Ferrara had always been to me, yet he made me feel alive, excited, my entire body filled with anticipation.The tension between us was thick, and with my legs crossed to the side, I felt half of my rationality leave through the window."Where are we going?" I finally broke the silence. He checked the time by his watch and returned his attention to me, "Somewhere we won't be disturbed. A good restaurant. You will like it." I said nothing else for the rest of the ride, instead focusing on not thinking of the consequences or the fact that I may be selling my sou
KatyaHis voice was a raspy huskiness, his trimmed beard soft and caressing my face as he caught my ear in his lips.I wanted, needed him to kiss me. To feel the hardness digging into my thighs and discover what it felt like to have him inside me again. I craved and burned for his touch, I desired...him.But he was only teasing...The thought brought with it a realization of the game he was playing.In a second, I stood from his thighs as though I had been burned, my chest heaving up and down, every part of my body burning and tingling.When he looked up to me, his gaze was lazy with desire, but underneath it was that knowing smirk of satisfaction. Smugness.He knew exactly what he had done.Ferrara stood, looking impeccable and calm, as if he hadn't just had me in his thighs, as though he hadn't just driven me crazy.He stepped closer to me, covering the distance between us and reaching out to pull the messy strands of my hair backwards."So what do you think? You wanna begin now, to
Two Years Later Ferrara "It's time." I didn't turn away from the mirror to see the man speaking to me, the one whom I hadn't intended to be friends with, but had ended up being more than a buddy, and making sacrifices for me, for us. Lee Alistair Jung, the newly instated Superintendent of the police. I adjusted my suit, as well as the ring on my finger, and turned around, facing him. The years had been kind on the superintendent, but in my newly found mode of gratitude, they had been great to me as well. Katya and I had gotten married a year ago, with our son, Christopher, bearing the rings which had joined us together as one. It had of course taken a year, because my love had wanted us to right the wrongs our revenge had caused, before getting the happy ending we deserved. And today, we weren't only celebrating our one year anniversary, but also the fact that the Petrov-Castello joint cooperation had ridden itself of dirty operations, and gone legal. In lieu of illegal shit,
Ahead of the finale chapter, I am consumed by various emotions. I am sorry towards you, my audience, whom I left hanging for virtually a month. The truth is this, I was struggling with the inability to put an end to this work, as well as health issues and my job which all had me incapable of putting thoughts together. This week, I vowed to myself that this work wouldn't surpass this month without being completed, and your votes and comments had me feeling so encouraged, as well as guilty. Thank you for sticking with me through my update inconsistences, especially since there were so many cliffhangers. I hope that I was able to give these characters the resolution they deserved. This is my first mafia work, and you were with me, while I was learning and trying to make things as accurate as possible. I love you all, and hope I can keep getting better as a writer. Once again, I am sorry, and thank you.
KatyaI was tired of hearing those words.Ferrara had apologized when he kept secrets from me, and now my only parent was doing the same, turning his eyes away from me."So...sorry? Sorry?" Fuck, I had thought there was nothing left in me.Based on what Carlos had told me, the perpetrators of our countless attempted murders had been caught, and the puzzle I had been racking my brain to solve for years, had finally been pieced together.It was the period of resolution, I should feel relieved.Yet, seeing the one who had tried to protect me from my father, and spent hours braiding my hair, wrecked me."Baby, please don't cry." Ferrara was saying beside me. When had he stood and placed his hands on my shoulders?All I knew was that I was finally seeing my parent, but not in the way I had imagined.Not with him in cuffs, and certainly not in a confrontational manner."Forgive me, Katya. I...I knew you wouldn't accept me this way, and I didn't want to make you ashamed or...""Shut up, Ca
KatyaMy head was banging,My lungs ached, and confusing images wouldn't stop replaying in my head.In that fire, while I had been looking for Ferrara, tears running down my cheeks as I held our son, I could have sworn that I had seen Alistair Jung, Just as I would have bet on my life, that he had saved me from that fire,Saved us.Sounds of beeping machines surrounded me, my patched throat empty as I struggled to say something, anything."Doctor, she's opening her eyes."At the sound of that, I parted my eyes sharply, a sudden pain slamming into my head as I took in the lights and the hospital bed.Hospital?What of my son, and...Ferrara?But before I could speak, a doctor walked into the room with a kind smile in his eyes."Ms. Petrov, wow, we didn't expect you to wake up this fast after all the smoke you injected into your body."The smoke, the fire..."Where...where are they?" I forced myself to speak, although it hurt to do that much, and I watched with hope and fear as the doct
FerraraFuck!How could I not have suspected her all along? How could I have fucking not run a background check in every damn person that had connections with us.As if she could read my thoughts, a smirk gathered at the side of her lips, those thick red lipstick which glimmered like poison, turning upwards in mockery.I was fucking going to kill her! Fucking bitch!I struggled to push myself up again, my own groans a reflection of my failed attempts. Those dreadful heels sounded closer and closer, sucking me in, until she was right in front of me, crouching down to my level.Those deceptive kind eyes were gone,Along with that shitty aura she had carried around her which hadn't made me imagine that she could be responsible.I cursed myself a thousand times for letting my guard down, for letting this woman ruin the most beautiful thing I had ever felt in my life.Love.My Katya, and my son.Fuck, where were they?"You...bitch, I'll kill you if you hurt them." I struggled to say those
FerraraI had been scared a number of times, for different reasons.My mind had been plunged into the same sea of my own fears, sunk by my imaginations of losing Katya.What if she decided that what I had done was unforgivable and left me right after I told her the truth?Would I be able to survive a minute without her, after knowing the enthralling feeling of her love?"I am sorry, Katya." I started to say, feeling my brows draw together, and the quick race of my heartbeat beneath my chest.Those slender fingers that had my ring seconds ago, reached upwards and slid the shades off her eyes, those arresting delicate pupils resting on me.Guilt jabbed into my throat, snuffing out every word I had been about to say, confessions which I had dreaded to make, killing me from the outside.She stared into my eyes, and I felt the hand of karma descend on me."Forgive me, baby, but..." I shook my head, pausing for a moment to get some air into my constricting lungs, then I continued,"I can't
Katya"...there is something I left out about..."My ears were open in rapt attention, My heart skipping,My palms tightening around his.He was going to tell me something that seemed to have been eating at him over the past few days, when he had zoned out sometimes after lovemaking.I had wanted to ask, but chosen to trust him, to let him tell me on his own terms.And now he was saying it.Except that Christopher Petrov-Castello (or Castello-Petrov as Ferrara graciously claimed) chose that moment to rush towards us, with those two annoying adults right beside him, wearing a grin a considered completely irritating.Scratch that my brother was in that pair."Daddy, mommy, see the toy uncle Carlos bought for me!" Christopher lifted a plush doll that looked very much like a scarecrow, some ugly thing which managed to draw my attention enough to scare me."Oh...it's quite...uncommon." I forced myself to mutter, my face squeezed as I took one look at Carlos who looked like he was having a
KatyaYou have got to be kidding me!"Don't shoot me, please!" ***Three hours ago, I lay in the arms of Ferrara, basking in the afterglow of a great night and nursing a little hangover, when Christopher opened the door with a loud thud, nudging us awake faster than an alarm clock."Daddy, mommy, help me!"Trust me, Ferrara and I jerked awake instantly, reaching for our weapons and panting for breath, as we hid our son under the duvet, prepared to shoot whoever had dared walk in here.This was a heavily secured property, so who could it be?A petty thief?Or even worse, the person responsible for the incidents of the past weeks?Almost immediately, the door swung open again, and we positioned our weapons, waiting for the intruder to burst in...But surprisingly, it was none other than Matteo, followed by Carlos, both of them wearing green scarecrow masks and a hysterical laughter in their lips.But as soon as they entered the room, and met the storm of anger and exhaustion in our sle
Ferrara"Oh Don, please, take me harder." Katya pushed back her ass against my cock, her hands bound behind her as her tits juggled in front of the mirror.Fuck, it was the most sexy sight that it drove me to a state of insanity, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Not by a long shot, And certainly not with the erotic sounds that Katya was making, or the way her ample breasts juggled and her hole sucked me in with eagerness.Heat dripped down my skin, and I bit into my cheeks, gliding my palms to cup her breasts, and burying my face in between her neck."Oh..." She parted her lips, a wordless sound slipping from it, her pupils glazed with lust over the mirrors.Yeah, it was a fucking turn on to see ourselves from two angles, especially now her buttcheeks juggled when I spanked them."Yeah..." Katya moaned, throwing back her head as I slipped my fingers into her pussy and started to get her off.She had come twice already, her pussy sore and sensitive, but it kept sucking m