KatyaI might have stiffened visibly, Or shut my eyes briefly, waiting for the ground to open up and take me, forever.Another part of my mind had perhaps been prepared for defense, Because for fuck's sake, I wasn't aware of anything related to that bomb explosion.But judging by the spiteful expression in Carlos' eyes, However, whatever I might have prepared to say or do was useless when the door suddenly opened again, with a noticeable loud thud. All eyes darted towards it, including Carlos whose words hung midway the moment Matteo practically ran in, beads of sweat running down his temple.He looked hysterical, as though he had been running for miles, and judging by Ferrara's and Carlos' expression, they hadn't been expecting him either.Especially Carlos, who appeared almost... emotional?Matteo took in his audience in a second, then those eyes rested on me, his pupils searching for something in mine.Ferrara cleared his throat, breaking the silence,"Is there something I shou
Katya I dreaded seeing Ferrara, knowing he would have questions. Questions I couldn't answer without risking changing how he saw me. Yet, having him make assumptions based on what he had seen filled my heart with cold dread. I felt conflicted, trapped between rock hard places which would ruin me irrespective of the path I chose. My heart was heavy as I made the short walk to the private jet which was waiting in the middle of the property. It made the wind more fierce, sweeping my long hair about, red strands pushing into my face. I stood in the middle of the acres of land, memories of last night flooding into my mind, taunting me with its resonating intensity. Just last night, Ferrara and I had been so close, our bodies and souls connecting as one. He had owned and given himself to me, our lips whispering words of nothingness as he took me to a height I couldn't return from. Even now, my heart soared at the thought of those memories which had been imprinted into my skin, send
KatyaThe tables had turned, and now, Ferrara was the one avoiding me.When he mentioned having a meeting to get to, I hadn't imagined that he would leave me in one section of the expansive jet, all to myself.I had shut my eyes during takeoff, willing the pain to sink down the drain on its own.But the ache only deepened when I didn't even catch a glimpse of him, minutes after we were on air.And it didn't help that Carlos and Matteo had their own issues, so I couldn't even ask where their boss was.I sat by the window, all alone, struggling to suck in deep breaths and swallow hard so as to quench my dry throat.The pain in my heart deepened by the second, rising, expanding, until it rushed into my blood, blocking out my rationality.Ten more minutes later, I chose to fuck it all and unclasped my seatbelt, pushing myself to my feet."Ma...ma'am, is there any problem?" The uniformed hostess quickly dashed towards me, her dark eyes quizzical, confused.Yeah, I didn't even know what the
KatyaIf I had a penny for my thoughts, I would be filthy richer than I was.I stood before Ferrara with all of my shields dropped at his feet, the urge to come clean seeping into my system.Ferrara took a step closer to me, covering the distance between us and standing at an angle which placed the rays of the sun peeping in through the window on him.His expressions were clearer now, his pupils more livid, his muscles rippling with anger."You fucking wanna know why I stayed away, or why I wouldn't use your name, Katya? It is goddamn difficult for me to play this game of civility when all I burn to do is shove a bullet through the head of my own best friend and shoot his brains out, for daring to be in the same room with you, alone."His voice was dangerous.But I moved closer, shaking my head, "you...know it's not what you think, right?"For a moment, when he didn't reply immediately, but kept regarding me silently, I was afraid.For us.Of losing him.Then he broke the silence, ju
Katya"You got nothing from the system? Nothing at all?"I raked my fingers through my hair, a deep sigh wrenching from my lips.Paper works were scattered all over my office desk where my laptop lay in the middle, multiple taps opened on the screen.My eyes burned and my fingers ached from the all-nighter I had pulled, catching up on work and digging into my sources to discover how someone had gotten hold of the .The dark circles under my eye bags were visible in my bodyguard's as well, since I had assigned the task of running the barcode of that card in our main and private servers.But we had hit a dead end, on both places.I raked through the tangled locks of my hair, frustration nudging at me as I stood up, staring blankly at the mess on my table,A mess that was reflected in my thoughts system as well.Sucking in a deep breath, I gathered my hair in my palms and looked up to Kyrian, who remained professional despite the exhaustion in his eyes.He had also investigated the piece
KatyaFor the second time in the duration of hours, Kyrian stood in front of my office table, his hands clasped together awkwardly,"Are you sure you will be alright for the rest of the day, ma'am?"There was a hint of worry in his tone, as well as a stretched awkwardness between us.I looked up from the multiple tabs on my screen, removing myself from the sham of a work I had been pretending to be at for hours.It was all to distract myself from picking up the phone close to me and dialing Ferrara,Or that private number, which not even my high tech security team could trace.It was just like everything in my life these days;Confusing jumbles of dead ends.My head hurt and the dull ache in my heart throbbed, growing into a full sized tremor.And problem was, with all the problems I was facing in my life, I still wanted to call the one man in the centre of them all, and ask what was so important for him to miss dinner.I was also heavily tempted to show him the picture and ask what h
Katya"The card was delivered as soon as I returned home, as though someone had been lying in wait. I recognized immediately. I had been trying to get my hands on it in the past."Ferrara sat across me at the dinning table, a banquet of cold meal between us.My legs were crossed, my hands folded as I listened to him. After he had ceased to speak, my eyes which were focused on him... as always, narrowed as I posed the question, "Why? Don't you already have access to my father's company and clan?" I watched his expression switch for a second, like he had been caught off guard.Seemed I had brought up the past.Then he placed both hands on the table, twirling the ring on his finger.A ring which signified that he was the head of the major and minor clans, and had control over the Castello mafia organization.Now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen him remove it, not even when we had sex."I...do have some control over them, but, those cards are just three, Katya, and while each is
FerraraOne thing was clear tonight,Katya Petrov fucking crippled me.She turned me into this possessive whiny shit I couldn't recognize anymore.I wasn't the one in control anymore even as I plundered her delectable soft lips with reckless abandon, my fingers roaming around her body like a deranged man, searching for something.I only forced my lips away from hers for some seconds to pull off the rest of our clothes, yet my body was already fucking trembling to be inside her.And if it were some base physical need, it would have been damn way easier to deal with.But hell no, it had never been just about sex with Katya.Even the mere sight of her with pink swollen lips and dilated pupils as her unsteady fingers fumbled with my tie was a hell of a turn on.I took her lips, because goddamn right, they were mine, and I trailed down my tongue to taste the sweet flesh of her neck and move down to her breasts, tearing a moan from her beautiful lips."Ferrara..." She panted for breath as s