KatyaHis voice was a raspy huskiness, his trimmed beard soft and caressing my face as he caught my ear in his lips.I wanted, needed him to kiss me. To feel the hardness digging into my thighs and discover what it felt like to have him inside me again. I craved and burned for his touch, I desired...him.But he was only teasing...The thought brought with it a realization of the game he was playing.In a second, I stood from his thighs as though I had been burned, my chest heaving up and down, every part of my body burning and tingling.When he looked up to me, his gaze was lazy with desire, but underneath it was that knowing smirk of satisfaction. Smugness.He knew exactly what he had done.Ferrara stood, looking impeccable and calm, as if he hadn't just had me in his thighs, as though he hadn't just driven me crazy.He stepped closer to me, covering the distance between us and reaching out to pull the messy strands of my hair backwards."So what do you think? You wanna begin now, to
Katya"I...I don't understand, this isn't Mr. Rusty." I said to Alistair, forcing my eyes to look at the dead body again. This was a patron at the club, and his name was Giovanni.In response, Alistair pulled out his phone and swiped, turning the screen to my direction. Shit. My first instinct was to puke.On the screen was a mutilated body with missing fingers and toes. And beside him was a child, killed in the same fashion.And on the floor, the words, 'A traitor tempts death' were written with their blood.I turned my eyes away for a moment, my heartbeat perking up."We received a tip from one of the neighbors that a scream was heard in Mr. Rusty's home, after Mr. De Castello visited. We came here to arrest him after being to the crime scene, but guess what we have here..."Our eyes went to the dead man on the floor who had either fallen on his own or gotten pushed.From Alistair's expression, he already concluded that Ferrara was responsible for this as well.With hard determine
Katya“You are making a mistake, Miss Petrov.”I was in my office in the evening catching up on the work I missed while I had been busy when Lee Alistair Jung walked in, holding a stack of documents, and breathing as though he had just run a marathon.I had expected him to call on me sooner, given how disappointed he had been when I walked out of the police station with Ferrara.Honestly, I had also given a thought to my actions but concluded that I had made the right decision.Ferrara might be a scumbag, but that didn’t mean that a murder he didn’t commit should be pinned on him.Then I was also trying not to think of that kiss which had rippled my insides. I looked up from my system and regarded him silently, then I massaged my neck, taking off the anti-bluray glasses perched to the bridge of my nose.“Didn’t you use the elevator?”I was standing up as I spoke, walking over to the couch where I motioned him to take a seat opposite me. But instead, Alistair sat beside me, his knees
KatyaIt was supposed to make me feel better.The land was under investigation now and the body of my father's bodyguard had been taken by the states to discover the cause of death. Even if Ferrara managed to get out of this, there was now a public dent in his reputation and that land had lost its value. He wouldn't be able to build his precious goldmine for years.I had gotten back at him in a way that was supposed to make me feel good. Yet all I had was this gnawing emptiness in my heart.And it didn't help that Christopher had resumed school and spent his free time at home studying and playing games.I felt worse than I did before, alone and unhappy, just it had been when I mourned the empty caskets that represented my parents.Perhaps, subconsciously, I had started to believe that something could come out of being involved with Ferrara, that he may have started to experience a change after meeting his son.But I had been proven wrong, again, and again.In moments like this, I mi
KatyaTwenty minutes after the sound of grunting and humping and heavy breathing stopped, I remained in the closet.Literally.Footsteps and the sounds of opening and closing of the door implied that Carlos had left since.But he wasn't the reason I was hiding anymore. Well, on a scale of 1-10, I was way above twenty of being scarred.Finally, Matteo cleared his throat and knocked on the door, muttering, "Sorry, you can come out now."Could I indeed? No other Carlos would jump out of nowhere and start to fuck Matteo against the closet, probably spilling all over the...Oh dear, I was never going to eat properly anymore. "Um, sorry you had to see or...hear what you did. It's... It's safe now. Please come out, it's more awkward with you hiding out here." I cleared my throat, hugging my knees closely, "I don't think it gets more awkward than this, Matt." He mumbled something in response and said nothing else. About ten minutes later, I opened the door a peep and met the room arranged
Katya You had to be kidding me. Could this day get any more dramatic, or worse? I already parted my lips and started to spring apart from Ferrara, prepared to explain to my son that this didn't mean anything when I was pulled closer to a muscled body, and Ferrara spoke, "Oh yes, we wanted to keep it a surprise, little man. But you caught us." What the.... I widened my eyes to tell him off when he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, a knowing smile on his lips. "Sweetheart, our son is happy now that we are together again, isn't he?" I clenched my fists, too bad I couldn't punch him where the sun didn't shine in front of our kid. I just wanted to get rid of that annoying smile he had on his face. Ughhh. Our innocent baby boy smiled and rushed towards us, looking so dashing in his school uniform. I disengaged from Ferrara and knelt down, catching him just as he was running into my arms and kissing my forehead. "Did daddy come to make mommy happy because
Ferrara"Please, fuck me."That low purr was the fucking filthiest turn on, making my dick stiff as a rod, her luscious creamy body soft against mine. Heat broke out in my body and rolled down my temple as I watched her shudder in my arms, her head raised to reveal long porcelain neck with red marks from the bites I had made.I felt like a fucking vampire, wanting to eat her up and drink every juice in the intoxicating bar of her body. She tasted sweet, so fucking responsive to my touch, and when I scissored her pink rosy nipples and ran my fingers down her flat tummy, she threw back her head, laying it on my shoulders...Surrendering to me,Trusting me to give her the greatest pleasure.I caught her ear in my mouth and tortured her with my tongue, my fingers moving down to her waxed pussy.She gasped, her cries muffled by my palm on her lips. Then I slipped my fingers through her folds, rocking my swollen cock against the succulent flesh of her curved butt as I opened her wet body
KatyaSurvival.I discovered how much the powerful rule the world when I was eighteen.I had returned wealthy, but I needed more power to protect the person that mattered to me, my son. Seated in this round table were the ones who made the decisions even beyond America, people whose command could destroy or make my future.I had considered the option of returning to living quietly, but that had gone to smokes the moment I pissed them off by ruining the value of that land.These people were capable of ruining me and my son's lives, legally or illegally.And so I had chosen the only option at my disposal;Bringing my enemies closer. The entire room dulled into nothingness as soon as Ferrara walked in, sucking me into his enthralling web which made everything else trivial, tiny.His forest green eyes were stormy tonight as they regarded me, stealing words from my mouth and thoughts from my mind. I tried to pretend that I wasn't affected and forced myself to meet his intense stare.He
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