Katya I tried to pull away from Ferrara's hold, but his grip only tightened around me. "I want to sleep," I muttered softly, my voice filled with exhaustion and frustration. I pulled my face away from him, feeling the ache in my chest grow stronger. My eyes began to moisten, but I didn't want him to see my vulnerability. I didn't want him to see how pathetic and broken I felt. Groaning, I made another attempt to break free from his embrace, but he held onto me tighter, pulling me even closer. "Let me cradle you to sleep, Mi fiore. We can talk later," He muttered thickly, his voice laced with a tinge of hurt, and I gulped. The tears that I had been holding back began to fall, and he cooed, trying to comfort me. "Shh, it's alright. I have you. I have you, baby. No one will hurt you. I'll protect you from them all," he whispered, trying to soothe my pain. I wanted to scoff at his words, to remind him of the trauma he had caused by taking the lives of my parents, a part of me al
Katya"Mommy, are you and daddy back together?"Minutes after Christopher posed that question with a beautiful glint in his adorable baby hazel pupils, they still drummed in my mind.Last night, Ferrara and I had crossed a boundary.He had spent the night, breaking the wall I had put up around myselfAnd when the nightmares came, he had held me tightly, his deep hoarse voice making promises...Never say never...But that captivating thick voice had muttered that he would never leave me.Even now, as I watched him tackling Christopher into the bed, intricate laughters and giggles flooding my ears, Last night still felt...surreal.As if he could read my thoughts, Ferrara looked up from the task of tickling Christopher, his eyes meeting mine...Liquid forest green eyes engulfed me,Rough stubbles in his sharp chiseled jaw,Hair disheveled from last night,Firm red lips appealing to every part of my senses...My heart raced, melting to puddle, as my breath got caught in my throat.It was
KatyaI was halfway gone already.Falling for him, crazy with needing him, and mad with thoughts of him flooding my head.He already consumed me, but when he said those words with a voice laced with stark honesty, I was lost, in him, completely.For a moment, I stared at him, my breathing so fast I could feel my pulse.I was barely aware of him lifting himself upwards and supporting his body with his elbow, his glistening naked chest facing me."Say something, baby." He broke the silence.I stared into those green pupils which had become my damnation and salvation, my throat drying up.I opened my lips, swallowing a heavy lump in my throat which had settled there after weeks of not being without him.Then I spoke from the depth of my heart, my voice barely audible, "I...I'm afraid."With someone else, in another time, I would have regretted those words, knowing I had bared my vulnerability to the one man who could make or destroy me.Yet, in my heart was nothing sort of fear or shame,
Katya"You don't have to come home tonight, take your time! I can totally stay with Uncle Kyrian!"Those were the words that Christopher Petrov-Castello yelled out as we were stepping out of the house.The urge to bury my face in Ferrara's chest and hide there forever had never been more appealing. And the arrogant bastard of course had to wink and place his hand on my waist, his voice dripping with mockery when he replied,"Noted, little man. I will ensure that your mom and I have a...blast, tonight."Christopher chuckled in an adorable shy manner, and dear dear, I was torn between hitting Ferrara on the head and burying myself deep in the sea."Stop that." I gritted out through my teeth, but the bastard was enjoying my discomfort and leaned forward, catching my lips in a kiss that made me see...stars.I was breathless when he broke it, and felt my head swimming like I had been drugged.When I managed to keep my eyes open long enough to see his expression, the son of a bitch was gri
Ferrara I would kill to keep this look in her eyes, for as long as I lived. Just as I would die to protect her, and make her mine, alone. When she turned to me as soon as we boarded the yacht with that expression of adoration and wonder in her eyes, I right about lost it. I was already past the limit for my control this evening, and her eyes... "It's... beautiful..." My Katya muttered as she stared at the sight before us. Yeah, I was a bastard who had craved this look on her face, that had been my sole goal while I put up this date. The fireworks and private ballet performance from the best dancers in the world had cost a fortune, But they all paled in comparison to the expression in her eyes. Fuck me. "Yeah, it is. Magnificent." My reply was a thick gruff which I barely recognized as my voice, and my eyes were on her. Staring, feeding, craving more. Those long beautiful lashes fluttered as she blinked and lowered her chin, cutting off the view of her long slender neck.
Hi, so sorry for the delayed updates over the past weeks. I was in a camp where I couldn't concentrate to write properly for the past three weeks, and when I got home, I found myself taking long periods of rest to recover from the stress. I'm back from it now, and will be making up for it as I hope to complete this work this month, or early next month. Thank you so much for your continued support despite my frustratingly slow updates. *Important Note: I mistakenly uploaded only a tiny part of the last chapter, and it's waiting for a review since I made the correction during weekend. Please wait till tomorrow before reading the chapter I will upload after this note, so the last event doesn't confuse you. Once again, I am really grateful and sorry for keeping you waiting. I will put in extra effort to make up for it. Thank youuuuu.
KatyaHot and cold.Warm, and scary."Baby, wake up. I'm here with you."That voice. I wanted to wake up to him, to hear that delicious chuckle that reverberated through the room, lighting up my insides.Rock hard muscles were flushed against mine, warming up my skin, soft firm lips placing wet kisses on my lips.But although he called to me, hands shaking my shoulders and tugging my body towards him as that thick voice whispered to me, I couldn't stay awake.I was afraid of the monsters within, more than I was of the ones outside.Yet, I couldn't run from this.I was drowning again, my chest heavy as I choked and felt my ribs hurt so much.Was this what it felt like to embrace the darkness? In my mind, my hands were spread as I surrendered to the heavy pull of the waves and the seductive allure of the waters sending me towards the ocean.Here, I didn't have to bother about whether the man I was madly in love with was only using me, or if my enemies would get to my son.It was better
KatyaThe explosion ceased after what felt like two hours.Then I was freezing, and may have died already, if not for Ferrara's arms and body heating me up, and his mouth blowing hot steam on my ear.Well, being turned on kept my mind away from the harsh reality we were thrown into, but it could only do so much after being under the water for hours.And having to lie low for an added period of time to ensure that our attackers were gone.When we finally swarm out of the cold waters, I felt as though I had been frozen for years.We coughed incessantly for minutes, releasing water and cold air which had been trapped in our organs.The ship was in wreck, scattered in different parts of the sea, and my lips trembled as I gritted my teeth, trying to form a sentence.I could only imagine how Ferrara felt when he had just lost a ship and couldn't account for the safety of his crew.And he'd had to face all these without a shirt to keep the biting cold away.I hugged myself to stay warm, even
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