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
KatyaThe mistakes I made today didn't end at keeping another secret from Ferrara.And if I got a nickel for my mistakes, I would be richer after today.The visit to Alistair's hospital was a fucking disaster."You have some guts coming here, when you are busy banging the man that put my brother in this state!"The bouquet of flowers I had brought went flying out of my hands and falling on the floors, with an enraged Alistair's sister right in front of me.But it wasn't just anger that had her panting for breath, her eyes crimson red and her entire body filled with frustration.Agony,Sadness.I felt it, and guilt slammed into my guts, despite knowing that Ferrara hadn't put Alistair in this state.It was simple, I believed him.But that didn't mean that the petite woman rippling with anger in front of me, shared my sentiment."I...I'm sorry." I muttered simply, aware that she had every fucking right to hate me.I would have done the same in her shoes, especially since the partnership
KatyaHe was the dinner host, and I was the guest.But we just got served, both of us.It took a nanosecond for realization to kick into his face, and in a moment as swift as a lightening bolt, the watch was unclasped from my wrist and sent to the floors.For the second time tonight, something was taken from my hand and left in pieces on the floor.However, the emotion digging into my chest wasn't guilt, and my eyes were the shape of circles,Horror.Fear.Whoever this person was, wasn't just aware of our itinerary anymore, but had a way of getting into our private places.And I wasn't the only one frustrated at the fact that they seemed invincible."Fuck!"Ferrara cursed as he slammed the sole of his shoes into the watch, tension rippling from his tone.Hell, even his shadows, cast in different parts of the expansive living room appeared angrier, as though pumped by the rage in his system.Afterwards, when the watch had been destroyed, we stared in silence at the ruins on the floor,
Katya"That was...phenemonal."We were both physically spent, our chests heaving up and down in fast unrythmic pace.But our exhaustion wasn't from what I had expected when Ferrara flashed those mischievous beautiful pupils at me.In fact, for the first time, he hadn't taken me in his arms and spread me out on the table, eating out my wet pussy till I turned to puddle in his arms.Surprise surprise, turned out that there was something else he had in mind for us to eat,What he had prepared,Steamy hot soup, spicy as fuck and damn large!"If you aren't up for the challenge, you can simply name me the winner, Katya, and you know I get to name my prize."The beautiful manipulative son of a bachelor had intentionally poked my competitive button, knowing I would rise to the bait.And he had done that with his mischievous glint as he swept his hot gaze through me, his arms spread out languidly.My eyes narrowed as soon as he reminded me of the competition he had pushed forward, and I immedi
FerraraWhen the penthouse doors slid open before I could push the button, I reached for my back pocket, wrapping my palm around the cold barrel of my gun, alarm bells going off in my senses.But just as I started to pull out the device, the doors opened fully, bringing to view the one who wasn't supposed to be in my house by this time,Carlos, my consigliere.And judging by his expression, there was no room for negotiation about whether I was going to let him say his mind.With both hands in his pockets, he muttered,"We need to talk, Ferrara. In private."Fucking interesting.***"Make it snappy, what is it that couldn't wait till end of work?" Minutes later, we were in my study, which radiated warmth with memories of the time I had spent with Katya, resonating all over the atmosphere.Her sweet fragrance still lingered here from last night, when she had come to fetch me for bed, and we had ended up making out, almost losing control.Fucking hell, I hadn't experienced this level o
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