Ferrara "The De Castello Corporation now has full and unequivocal control over The Hanlim Group in South Korea. Congratulations on your first wave of expansion to Asia." Claps thundered as I placed the pen I had used in signing the acquisition on the table, camera lights flashing from all directions. Now it would be time for questions and I would be able to leave right in time. For the first time, my son's school contacted me to attend the PTA meeting. "Congratulations Mr. De Castello, I have a question for you..." I sat at the head of the long conference table, opposite the former CEO of The Hanlim Group, a beautiful woman in her fifties who looked thirty. Questions rang out, obvious scripted interviews with already prepared answers. Carlos sat seriously with his eyes on the screen of the tablet, occasionally looking up to ensure that the rules were being followed. It was simple. We had only invited ten reporters among the thousands who had applied to be here, and they wo
Katya "Baby, I think it's time to enter the hall, what are you waiting for?" Christopher was nervous. He looked around the hallway, searching for something as we stood in front of the PTA meeting hall. Even his palm in mine was sweaty. But he wouldn't tell me whom he was waiting for. We had been here for a while, and other kids were already inside and seated in their sections, while parents sat in their designated seats. After a while, when he continued looking around, I crouched down and took his hands in mine, making him stare into my eyes. "Hey, baby, what is it?" The sadness lurking in his pupils tugged at my heart, the same effect as a heavy rock slamming into my chest. Oh no, who had hurt my baby? I cupped his face, sadness spreading in my heart at the tears in his eyes. "Baby, tell me what the problem is, please." He shook his head and avoided my gaze, his tiny lips pouting as he looked down on the floor. Then without a word, he started to walk towards the h
Where was the nearest mountain? I needed to teleport there right now so I could scream into the air and let out this unbearable frustration. "Tell them to turn back, and please remove my son's face from that truck while you are at it." My voice was dry, empty.I had lost the zeal to scream. Ferrara nodded complacently and shot orders to the man who rushed off immediately, leaving us alone. We sat in silence for a while before he broke it,"My apologies, Katya."I turned to him, meeting green eyes which truly appeared contrite, and I stared, unaware of what to say.Was he also apologetic about the last time we met, or just for this embarrassment? I didn't get an answer to it, as soft footsteps interrupted us. We broke contact and turned to Christopher who was now walking towards us with his teacher.She was a young woman in her early twenties, perhaps a little older than I was, or my age mate. But she was more cheerful, and gave off a good aura."We understand that you are excited
Ferrara I didn't believe in coincidences. When events kept occurring, then there was a reason for it, usually someone behind him, playing people like puppets. First, I was accused of murder, then the warehouse was set on fire, followed by a strange reporter who found his way into the acquisition ceremony and had attempted to oust me. Hours later, he had been found dead, and it hadn't been my hand work. The burnt warehouse had made me suspect Katya, and while there was no trust between us, it was easy to have fingers pointed at her. Now all I wanted was a nice dinner with my son and the woman I couldn't get out of my head, and suddenly, I was being accused of attempted murder. "I will get you for this! I won't stop till you are behind bars for what you did to my brother! He's not dead, do you hear me? He will wake up and go after you..." I kept tabs on the cop, despised him for getting close to Katya and playing hero with her, but that was it. I hadn't fucking touched him. B
KatyaIt was a kiss that gave without taking, Open-mouthed, thorough, trusting.He cradled my face like a babe, slanting his head to the side and sweeping my lips slowly, his taste addictive and distracting from the harsh reality.Then his palms gently moved down my arms and pulled me closer to him, until all there was between us was fabric.When he pulled his lips way, he cradled my face again and gazed at me with intense emotions that almost had me staggering. I give you my word. He had promised to make it all better, yet the past stood as a barricade between us, and when I stared him, there were inhibitions in my eyes.Fear of trusting again.And yet fear of facing reality. "It's okay, I understand." He whispered as though he could hear my thoughts, his hands cupping my cheeks.He was all I could see and think of, his image possessing my mind, his voice soothing as it flooded my mind.His image was blurred by the fresh tears pooling in my eyes, but I could still see him, gazing
KatyaI didn't realize how long I sat on the floor with my tears wetting the screen, till a knock sounded against the door.I wiped my tears immediately and rose to my feet, knowing I must keep this a secret, especially from Ferrara. One moment, he made me believe I could trust him, and the next, something would happen to wrench me away from that fantasy I had plunged into. It was cruel, what he did to me, time and again. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice as neutral as possible, "Come on in."The door knob was pulled, and Ferrara stepped in with his powerful presence and cologne, coming towards me.I had questions, so many of them. I was now sure that my mom had baked the brownies I had seen in his car on her birthday, which meant he was communicating with her.Was he holding her captive? "Hey, you suddenly walked upstairs by yourself, thought you were done crying, why are there tears in your eyes?" The concern in his voice tempted me to ask him about my mother. I was tired
KatyaThe shame lingered till the evening of the next day as I drove to the address given to me in the text.With each walk I made which reminded me of my sore muscles and how many times I had given in last night, humiliation made a tent in my mind. Even as I bathed and changed the sheets myself, it lingered like a venom, reminding me of how many times and positions I had spread my legs for a murderer.He had finally left sometime around 3 in the morning when the rain stopped, while I lay boneless and unmoving on the bed which would be traumatised if it could think.I drove into the street and checked my rearview mirror to be sure I was alone. Kyrian hadn't found the idea of being kept in the dark about where I had to go alone, wise.But then I had lied that I was going to visit Ferrara, and he had clamped his lips shut.I stopped a good distance away from the address and pulled out an umbrella, adjusting my long leather jacket.The skies were brewing for a rain again, but that was
Katya Carlos knew the moment he said those words, that he had me. They came with a reminder of the unbearable guilt afterwards, despite knowing that those scumbags would have ruined thousands of lives. I had told myself that I had done it all to make the world better for my kid and those of other parents, But there had been satisfaction ending the lives of the powerful who thought they were untouchable. However, I had left that line of work for more than three years now, and succeeded in forgetting about it. But now... "I killed bad people, I ensured to do my research well. Murderers, suicide bombers, I didn't fucking kill innocent people." My mouth and breath felt hot, my fingers gripping tightly to the gun till it was white, and my vision was blurry. Carlos smiled again, "Yes, the scumbags deserved to die, but who made you judge and jury? Isn't it fascinating that a consigliere is an ex-assassin. Whoa! The media will have a field day with it, and... Imagine this scenario
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