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
Katya"It's time for your next appointment, ma'am."My P.A. announced in a voice louder than necessary, her fingers reaching upwards as she adjusted her glasses.I let out a deep breath I hadn't known I had been holding, and let my shoulders fall, the joints straining as I relaxed against the seat.How long had I been at the screen? Hours?It felt like days, and I massaged my aching neck, a yawn slipping from my mouth.I was fucking exhausted.Operating as a co-CEO to two major groups was no easy task, more so one that belonged to De Castello and Petrov cooperations.Although we had been left with no choice but to form a business partnership, I intended to make the best of this,For both of our companies.For instance, we could move from the nightlife business to establish something more, building the Castello-Petrov into something more than a company...More than a brand,A fucking household name.Various plans were already set in motion in my mind, things we could achieve with both
Ferrara"Sorry, I was stuck in traffic."Slightly unsteady gaze,Fingers pushing the envelope into the purse,No mention of the package from the chairman,Awkwardness hovering between us...In the history of weird situations, this had to be at the top of the list.Naturally, with someone else, the moment I suspected that they were keeping something from me, I would have a background check run within an hour, And if they were guilty, I would do with them as I did with every other traitor,Execute them.But with the woman I had sworn to protect, my head was swirling with so many thoughts it could almost explode at any moment.I had ignored every one of Carlos' words and pushed his skepticism to the side.And now, the evidence was right in front of me, in the hands of the woman I had given my heart to.My rationality was having a field day, fighting my emotions which refused to believe that she would fucking betray me.But then, why wasn't she saying anything? Why lie about the traffic
Katya"I knew you would make the right decision. With this, you would have completely avenged your parents' deaths."Today, Mr. Jones, the middle aged chairman of the board, was in a black suit, paired with a tie that was almost choking his nonexistent neck.Small rectangular glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his browning teeth flashed more widely.He was quite ecstatic, seated across from me at the round table, his eyes focused on me like a hawk, as though he were afraid that I would back out.But he needn't worry.The moment I got that letter, I had made a decision, and had no intention of changing it.I tilted my chin, the army green turtle-neck and beige jacket making me appear more formidable, with the flaming matte red lipstick which made my lips bolder.My hair was swept upwards in a sleek ponytail, accentuating my high cheekbones and almond eyes, made prominent by a cat designed eyeliner."I'm aware of that."My reply was colder than expected, carrying with it th
Katya"Si...sir...." The words muttered in series of stutters and blinking eyes, were spoken by the man who had called him a bastard.The members of the board and shareholders who had boldly lifted their hands to vote him out, started to move back, their hands shaking instantly.With each stride that Ferrara took, his aura surrounded the room, sucking everyone in with the intimidating power he exuded effortlessly.But one man remained bold, his eyes filled with gloats and mockery.The chairman, Mr. Jones.The older man rose to his feet immediately, slamming his hands on the table as he faced everyone."Don't cower for the bastard! He's just an illegitimate kid who thinks he has a place in the company that I built with his father! Mr. De Castello, I'm afraid, I would ask you to vacate the building."Fairytale was underrated.The illustration of a mouse standing up to the intimidating elephant...That was exactly what it looked like, as Ferrara continued striding towards the older man,
KatyaThree Days Ago"I will cut to the chase, I want you at the head of the seat, leading the corporation to the future, not your baby daddy."Mr. Jones' mustache seemed to move as he spoke, his words followed by a thick cloud of smoke, drawn from his lips.He leaned against the couch, a lazy smile on his lips, his dark lips pouting as he blew out a puff of smoke.Across from him, where I sat, my brain was quick to process the implication of his words, and confirm what I had suspected earlier.The chairman of De Castello board who was aware of Ferrara's reputation of wiping out traitors, hadn't simply called me to place a request.Nope.The only reason he was bold enough to push this notion and insult my mafia boyfriend without batting an eye, was because he already had a plan.He only intended to make me a pawn in his game, and if I said no, he could attempt to take me out, and then use another method.But if I played dumb and pretended to agree with him, then I could have the upper
KatyaFuck.Shit.No, this couldn't be happening.I was supposed to be relating plans to him, not being accused and receiving emotional abuse from the one man I had given up everything for,My drive for revenge.And now...His words cut into my heart and sliced it piece by piece, pain and disbelief and anguish settling deep in my heart.No, this couldn't..."You know the fucking pathetic part? If you wanted part of my company, and simply asked for you, I would have given it to you. You already had me wrapped around your pussy, didn't you?"Fuck. That. Shit.My palm went flying backwards, gathering so much strength from the anger rippling through me.And without any preparation on both parts, it moved forward and landed right on his cheek, leaving an imprint a deep shade of red.The sound...was deafening.His face snapped to the side, and stayed immobile, the impact of his words and my action settling between us in the thick silence.Our chests heaved heavily, panting for breath, heat
FerraraPresent DayI feel like shit,A complete fucking asshole. In my attempts to protect myself from the reality of the slamming ache of betrayal, I had broken the promise I made to the only woman that mattered.I had hurt Katya Petrov, my love.And now she was walking in front of me, placing a noticeable distance between us, her shoulders stiffened defensively.Fuck, I had done all that.I raked my fingers through my hair, the urge to let out a hot breath of frustration right here in the parking lot burning in my chest.I needed to make this right, I couldn't lose her, not now, or ever.Katya got to my car before me and opened the door before I could get to it, stepping into it with her thigh length boots.Even beneath that pain she was carrying, and the work that had burdened her shoulders,She was still sexier and more graceful than any woman.Her strength, was a kick to the guts,And her loyalty, unquestionable.But despite my asshole move to imply otherwise, and the fact that
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