FerraraMy wildcat trembled as soon as I entered her, her legs wrapping around my waist as though to keep me from leaving her.As if I was capable of doing that, walking away from her. It felt like there was a strong magnetic pull, tugging me towards her, a hollow in my chest, nudging at me to fill a void...My cold heart was warmed up, heating, boiling, the moment I drove inside her.Fuck my life.It was the end for me, because I couldn't get away, no matter how much I tried.Her skin was flushed, those beautiful plump lips parted as I thrusted deeply, beads of sweat and more hunger rippling through my muscles.I needed more...I fucked her faster, anger and frustration mocking me with each thrust of my cock inside her hot willing pussy.It wasn't enough.I palmed her bouncing tits as I drove into her, my grunts filling the steamy room, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her eyes shutting slightly.No....There was something feral within me that seethed with burning jealousy.I
KatyaWaking up to a muscular body beside me for the second time in a row should have been weirded me out,Especially a man who had heard my most intimate thoughts and been so deep inside my soul.The one who made me vulnerable.But my heart was at rest, and the thought of running didn't settle in my mind.Instead, I stared at our enjoined bodies under the golden rays of the morning sun, The contrast of white porcelain skin and dark tanned muscles...Both which were so different, and yet managed to fit, making a perfect union.My eyes darted towards his face, those symmetrical features illuminated by the lighting and glowing in their perfection.His eyes were shut, framed by long lashes, his face relaxed as he took soft feel breaths.He looked so...human, and instinctively, my slender fingers moved upwards to trace his face, making contact with his rough stubbles which were sexily spiky even as he slept.My heart was filled with so much emotions I didn't know how to express as I watc
KatyaOkay, bury me. Right now.I gazed at the numerous faces which seemed to have multiplied by the minutes in shock, my lips thrown open without a sound.Ferrara blinked rapidly, apparently recovering from the shock first, and with the speed of a whirlwind, he pushed himself to his feet and pulled off his sweater, placing it around my chest.Then he stood behind me, shielding my exposed lower body from our audience.Gosh, red spots must have made a permanent residence on my cheeks now.I stood immobile, too embarrassed to turn around and face those eyes which had been on me.Especially with the knowledge that Matteo had witnessed this, as well as Carlos, who had that effortless calm mockery in his eyes.Oh dear.Ferrara broke the silence, his voice ringing out behind me, deep with contemplative thoughts,"Leave us."There was no need using a loud voice or specifying where they would go.That commanding tone demanded to be obeyed, and without questions, I caught them through my perip
Katya"It's Blackhat, not Blackheart."For someone whose heart was racing at an alarming rate, I sure was going a good job with feigned interest at the right pronunciation of my other identity.And from the slight slanting of Carlos' head, he was taken aback at my response, an expression of brief shock in his eyes when they took in my casual pose.I was leaning against the wall with both hands crossed over my chest, my expression bored.But what he didn't know was that I was hiding the fact that my fingers were trembling.And I wanted to keep it that way."For someone who would lose everything if I choose to take action, you sure have your priorities wrong."He finally broke the silence in that sly calm tone.I shrugged and pushed myself against the wall, walking towards the vanity and making myself comfortable in a seat.With both hands balanced against the hands of the ergonomic seat, I picked a lotion and stared at him through the mirror,"I see, but I doubt if you are here to educ
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
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