Katya"He doesn't require a surgery since the bullet didn't penetrate into his system, but he lost a reasonable amount of blood, that's why he needs the oxygen."I might have heaved a sigh of relief outwardly, but my emotions were still in turmoil.We had safely evacuated from the warehouse, but as soon as we got into the car, Ferrara passed out in my arms.To say I had been scared to shit would be undermining my feelings.Hell, even the memory of him going immobile, his head limp as it fell on my shoulder, sent a string of shivers running down my spine.When I called his name, he hadn't answered.And when I poked him, my heart racing as I screamed for help and allowed the tears to stream down my face, He didn't move, not did he make a snarky arrogant comment about how much I wanted him.It had barely been an hour since then, but I already missed him, all of him.The intensity of his piercing gaze, His touch which made me shiver and lose my senses to chaos, and yet kept me running w
KatyaA team of doctors were on standby,And they had given me an assurance that Ferrara was going to recover soon.He had only passed out,He wasn't even in coma, And his vitals were good.I chanted all these to myself as I entered his room, and yet, it didn't make it less heart wrenching, the sight of the man I loved, powerful Don Ferrara De Castello, lying immobile.It felt as though a piece of my heart had been cut out, and was now being fed to me, forcefully.The sounds of those machines blared tauntingly in my ears, haunting me, deeply.My vision blurred instantly at the sight of my man, unmoving.Something squeezed the naked wound in my heart, constricting it in knots.It fucking hurt.But it was even worse when I imagined the pain he must be going through.A bandage had been wrapped around his arm, replacing the gash where he had been shot."Fe...Ferrara..." I forced out his name from my dry throat, my fingers trembling as they ran across the bed where he had fucked me thoro
KatyaThe rain came with a thunderstorm.It poured heavily, angrily, lightning striking and illuminating the dark blue skies outside.And yet, it felt like nothing compared to the flood of relief pouring from my system.He had woken up. Ferrara, the man I loved.My fingers tightened around his shirt, my tears dripping on his chest as my quiet sobs reveberated through the room.I wept because I had been afraid,I sobbed quietly because I had missed him.And I held him tightly, afraid to let go, because I needed him, and wanted to savour this moment, forever."Mm, I will come back later, boss."Someone cleared their throat, followed by footsteps and the sound of the door clicking shut behind us.It sounded like Carlos, but my thoughts were too compromised by the feeling of being in the arms of the man I cared for, so much that I could barely recognise my own voice.It felt so fucking good to have his arms around me.Even the mere simple act of listening to his harsh breathing, and the o
Ferrara"Murdered in the safe house? Have you ruled out the possibility of suicide?"I felt Katya's piercing gaze dart towards me instantly, as though she had expected me to say something else,Like express some shock or rage that our lead had been taken out.Now, that quizzical expression in her beautiful honey brown eyes almost made me wish to tease her.Because she hadn't experienced the side of me that dealt with traitors.Whoever that killed this assassin had simply granted her an earlier merciful death, compared to what I would have done to her myself.My consigliere was sweating, panting for breath and avoiding my gaze.Yeah, he did that these days, ever since I made him aware that I had known about the secret he was trying to protect."There was a break in from the outside, and footprints different from hers on the floor."He finally answered, his fingers tightening around the gun in his hand.I sucked in a deep breath and drummed my fingers against Katya's arm, her warmth mak
KatyaIt was I who had brought it up, And yet, my heart was racing so fast, guilt and fear dancing in my chest.Was he seeing me from a different light already, but was only pretending it was all okay so he wouldn't hurt my feelings?But when I searched his eyes, there was no condemnation or any of my wild imaginations.He simply sat up, pulling me closer to his chest, his fingers reaching out to tug at the lone strands of hair peeking out towards my forehead.Then, he opened his mouth, his tone gentle,"I was waiting for you to tell me about it, whenever you were ready." Something tightened in my throat, and I forced it down, replying almost immediately,"Si...since when?" Ferrara sucked in a deep breath, his fingers gliding down my arms and halting on my palm.Instinctively, my palm opened, letting his in, a soft sigh of relief leaving my throat from the mere contact of our hands.He met my eyes, his thumb moving in circles against my palms. Then he muttered simply,"Weeks ago, a
KatyaShoot me now,Or better still, gorge out my eyes first.Because if that wasn't our four year old son, staring at us with his lips thrown open, with none other than the doctor, right in front of him and wearing an equally shocked expression,Then nothing else could ever get terrible.For fuck's sake, my dress was ridden up to my thighs, and our eyes were probably glazed and our lips were and swollen from an obvious long kiss.Even now, while we lay in our own bed of shame, those delicious hands were resting on my chest...To be honest, tits.He had just been about to pull out my ample breasts and take them into his mouth, while his tongue would have worshipped the pink rosy nipples like jewelry..."Ewww, daddy! What are you doing to mommy?"Yeah, talk about the fucking worst timing for arousal.Christopher ran into the room, his pajamas flying as he swiftly climbed into the bed and crawled towards us.Oh dear.I had never seen Ferrara look more conflicted, and dare I say his chee
Katya"Welcome, chairwoman." Nude pumps, revealing creamy feet and toe nails polished with matte red,Navy blue skirt, slit to the knee to expose smooth thighs and lay emphasis on long legs, Paired a red suede jacket which had a belt that exposed tapered waist and flare of hips,Nude make-up, with flaming red lipstick, and ginger red hair swept upwards in a chignon,I appeared like the image I wanted to project today,Zero tolerance for bullcrap.I adjusted the bold dark shades over my eyes as I stepped out of the car, coming face to face with a group of shareholders and board of directors of the De Castello headquarters.They bowed respectfully, all the way to the waist.Right.They had gotten the memo.With the damage done on our companies due to the breach of our data while merging our company information together, Ferrara and I had decided to take a different approach,Seizing the opportunity.Someone out had worked hard to merge our company information together in order to gain
KatyaThe meeting went just as perfectly as expected.The Petrov group would be forming a partnership with The De Castello group.While we provided legal support and invited the De Castello investors and top executives to become automatic members of the club, The De Castello group would partner with us on every major project.A win-win, which the shareholders and board of directors had been so happy about, that it distracted them from recognizing the truth,That we had been forced to merge our company information.Taking the approach of entering into a partnership was the best decision we could have made for ourselves, For now, the news of the breach of our data to a third party had been kept in the mud, preventing our stock prices from falling.And most importantly, everyone bought the story of Ferrara being away on a business trip that they didn't question why he wasn't here himself to announce the merger.News of the invincible chairman of De Castello Group and Don of the most po
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