Ferrara"You will pay for that, babe." Hours later, Katya lay boneless in my arms, our gazes focused on the glass walls which had ceased to let in the golden rays of the sun.Now, the moon illuminated the night, but I doubted if that was the reason for my ability to see more clearly.The warmth in my heart kept my senses awake, not to mention the smug smirk permanently on my face."Yeah, I'm sure I will." My tone was laced with mockery, but her attempt to call me out was halted by me kissing her head.Yes, that shut my feisty angel's mouth, and she lay silently with me, her head on my chest, our naked bodies sprawled on the bed, concealed only by the duvet.The sheets were a tangled mess, courtesy of our bodies and the marathon race we had engaged in.I couldn't erase the permanent smile on my face, any more than I could stop the happiness from welling up in my heart.Minutes later, when I assumed that Katya had forgotten what she wanted to say, a light punch landed on my arm, and sh
Ferrara"No...n...no!" For the third time in a row, Katya woke up from sleep with a mop of sweat on her skin, her body shuddering feverishly as she thrashed on the bed.And as I had done each time, I pulled her into my arms, and quickly placed a wet towel on her forehead, calming the burning heat in her body."No...tell me it's a lie, Ferrara. Tell me I'm only dreaming. He's dead, fucking dead, and it's all because of me!"Her sobs were breaking my apart, shattering my resolve with each second and igniting the dying rage in my system.Because I was almost sure that my suspicions were correct, and if they were, then I fucking knew who was responsible for Alistair's death.And now, watching my girlfriend break apart in my arms sent me to a higher level of fury which was capable of burning things down."I'm sorry, baby. But it's not your fault."I muttered to her ears, hugging her closely to myself, her skin which was wet with her own heat drenching my shirt as well.But I didn't bloody
KatyaI hadn't imagined how Alistair Jung's death would affect me.Yet, witnessing another death brought back all those memories from years ago, along with the pain of loss.I was afraid of losing yet another person, most especially my son, Ferrara or my brother. I felt like shit and clung to Ferrara and my son like teddy bears, And if not that Carlos made it a point of duty to follow Matteo wherever he went, perhaps I would have clung around my brother too.I mean, the house that Ferrara rented for our trip was magnificent.It was a seven-bedroom Mediterranean mansion located in a heavily secured luxurious area, surrounded by the pool and acres of lands.Its rooftop deck had the best view of the Strip, as well as a billiard room and various luxurious amenities.Yet, I couldn't feel any of the excitement that my four year old son had, running around the house and screaming as he played around.The in-house chef cooked excellent meals, but all I could remember was the time that Alist
KatyaEscaping from the harsh reality was only fleeting, and brought a temporary relief.But when it made Ferrara so worked up that the sexual tension between us thickened more than the heat emanating from this club, then it was all totally worth it.He had been cursing beneath his breath from the moment we stepped into the club, And I couldn't deny that having his hands on me, and that possessive streak in his eyes were added advantage.Right now, as we made it to the casino table, I was fully aware of the fury reverberating through his muscles.I stiffened the smile on my lips, power enriching my blood.Four pairs of eyes fell on us as soon as we got to the table, alternating between ravishing me visually and gulping in Ferrara like he was their breath of fresh air.I leaned closer to him instantly, wrapping my fingers around his biceps possessively.Ferrara's eyes darted towards me, a knowing smug smirk exchanged between us.His pupils seemed to say, 'now you see how that feels.'
Katya As soon as we stepped into the room, Ferrara De Castello launched himself at me, his face the mask of stormy fury. Fuck yeah, he looked hotter than fire itself, and when he slammed my back against the walls, I gasped for breath. I was worked up as hell, hot and bothered, my nipples poking painfully against the sequin material of the dress. His body pressed against me, that thick bulge rubbing against my thighs. Yeah... Fuck me, hard. "Do you fucking enjoy teasing me? Making me jealous? Worked up?" I tilted my head upwards, darting out a tongue which I swiped over my upper lip, slowly. His eyes followed, dark and lusty under the red and blue glow of the room. Then, with my voice practically a purr, I whispered softly, "And if I do, are you going to punish me?" Shit, if I thought he had looked hot before I said this words, then I had something else coming for me afterwards. The large palm on my shoulders glided upwards to my neck, wrapping around it gently but firmly, s
KatyaOh fuck...I was naked, my legs spread out and my hands bound in cuffs, without my sense of sight.But I hadn't been this wet in my life.I felt the juices run down my thighs, the cold and the heat alternating between taking over my body.However, what I didn't expect was the sudden tingling sensation which ran from my toes, all the way to my naked pussy, And while I was trying to understand what it was, a mild spanker made contact with my pussy, gently."Oh..." I leaped off the bed, my toes curling as it was immediately replaced by that feathery sensation.I could hear my own heavy breaths, and feel the thick liquid running down my inner thighs as I gasped for breath, seeking for something to hold on to.And as I wasn't stimulated enough already, Ferrara's voice which was heavy with lust rang out somewhere beside me."It's a feather spanker. Brings you pleasure and pain, baby." As he spoke slowly, seductively, the feather ran through my stomach which shuddered instantly, and
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
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
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