Ferrara I am an impatient man. Even before I became a don, I didn't wait in long queues or have the patience to court a woman. After all, the only thing that ever mattered to me apart from my goal was the warm body of a woman against mine, and if they weren't interested in sex, I didn't waste any more time on them. The only place I exercised the luxury of patience was in bed, where I sent my partners to Paradise after making them anticipate heaven and hell. Tonight, I was bound to wait. With a fucking painful hard-on, I waited for the lights to be turned off before I pushed myself to my feet, just as the curtains were being pulled upwards. Some of the others in Paradise fumbled with their pants and looked guilty as hell. I wasn't the only one worked up by that performance that managed to be more sexy than sex itself, but it had awoken something more than arousal within me. I gulped the remaining wine in the bottle down my throat and stepped out through the back, a rush of
Katya "Did he see you?" "No, thanks to my security who informed me that he was looking for me, I got rid of it all. But knowing him, he will still have suspicions." Matteo cleared his throat and nodded in agreement, inhaling deeply. "Yes, he has already requested for information on... the Lady." It was the second time we were meeting physically since I returned to New York, since we had been careful not to arouse Ferrara's suspicion. That included not mentioning his name in any of our conversations, and meeting at the most unsuspecting place; a temple. I drummed manicured fingers against the floor at his revelation, and tried not to remember last night when capable masculine fingers had held my bare waist caressingly... I had made plans in case my alter identity started to be questioned, and it was of course what Ferrara and his tech team were going to see. That Lady Black Hat had existed as a stripper for seven years. Long before I turned 18. "So, anything you want to rep
Katya I would have been ashamed if I had any more of that feeling left. The pain which spread all over my body and crippled me, had already dominated my senses and taken every other thing away from me. Humiliation, shame? Screw them all. I sobbed into his chest, his arm reaching out to cup my waist, steadying me, keeping me from crashing into the floors. He said nothing after the question he asked, one which had gone unanswered. He simply allowed me to cry, the rain drowning out the sounds of my sobs. I didn't know how long I stayed there, weeping, hitting his back without any attempt from him to defend himself or stop me, but by the time I stopped, my throat was parched. "Do you feel better?" He asked calmly, and I wondered if I had imagined the gentleness in his tone. It had to be my emotions messing with my head. But when I lifted my head from his shoulder, realizing how drenched I was, his stormy green eyes stared at me, closely. "Bastard." I ground out as soon as I
KatyaThe doorbell was a rude awakening from a weird dream. I opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the blinds, and released the pillow which I had hugged all through the night.The doorbell rang again, followed by the loud ringtone of my phone on the nightstand.My fingers fumbled out of the duvet and reached for the phone, my sleepy eyes clearing the moment I saw my son's picture flashing across the screen.Clearing my throat, I sat up abruptly and swiped against the screen."Hey..." I started to say, but a deep voice which had found its way to my dreams and instilled erotic fantasies to my mind sounded over the phone."We are in front of your door, Katya." Any other remnant of sleep cleared immediately, and I thought of what to reply when he hung up.Rude bastard.Even in my dreams, he had been commanding, his deep baritone muttering words to me as he took me hard. And rough.I must be out of my mind.With one glance at the jacket which I had held close to my nostrils
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
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