Where was the nearest mountain? I needed to teleport there right now so I could scream into the air and let out this unbearable frustration. "Tell them to turn back, and please remove my son's face from that truck while you are at it." My voice was dry, empty.I had lost the zeal to scream. Ferrara nodded complacently and shot orders to the man who rushed off immediately, leaving us alone. We sat in silence for a while before he broke it,"My apologies, Katya."I turned to him, meeting green eyes which truly appeared contrite, and I stared, unaware of what to say.Was he also apologetic about the last time we met, or just for this embarrassment? I didn't get an answer to it, as soft footsteps interrupted us. We broke contact and turned to Christopher who was now walking towards us with his teacher.She was a young woman in her early twenties, perhaps a little older than I was, or my age mate. But she was more cheerful, and gave off a good aura."We understand that you are excited
Ferrara I didn't believe in coincidences. When events kept occurring, then there was a reason for it, usually someone behind him, playing people like puppets. First, I was accused of murder, then the warehouse was set on fire, followed by a strange reporter who found his way into the acquisition ceremony and had attempted to oust me. Hours later, he had been found dead, and it hadn't been my hand work. The burnt warehouse had made me suspect Katya, and while there was no trust between us, it was easy to have fingers pointed at her. Now all I wanted was a nice dinner with my son and the woman I couldn't get out of my head, and suddenly, I was being accused of attempted murder. "I will get you for this! I won't stop till you are behind bars for what you did to my brother! He's not dead, do you hear me? He will wake up and go after you..." I kept tabs on the cop, despised him for getting close to Katya and playing hero with her, but that was it. I hadn't fucking touched him. B
KatyaIt was a kiss that gave without taking, Open-mouthed, thorough, trusting.He cradled my face like a babe, slanting his head to the side and sweeping my lips slowly, his taste addictive and distracting from the harsh reality.Then his palms gently moved down my arms and pulled me closer to him, until all there was between us was fabric.When he pulled his lips way, he cradled my face again and gazed at me with intense emotions that almost had me staggering. I give you my word. He had promised to make it all better, yet the past stood as a barricade between us, and when I stared him, there were inhibitions in my eyes.Fear of trusting again.And yet fear of facing reality. "It's okay, I understand." He whispered as though he could hear my thoughts, his hands cupping my cheeks.He was all I could see and think of, his image possessing my mind, his voice soothing as it flooded my mind.His image was blurred by the fresh tears pooling in my eyes, but I could still see him, gazing
KatyaI didn't realize how long I sat on the floor with my tears wetting the screen, till a knock sounded against the door.I wiped my tears immediately and rose to my feet, knowing I must keep this a secret, especially from Ferrara. One moment, he made me believe I could trust him, and the next, something would happen to wrench me away from that fantasy I had plunged into. It was cruel, what he did to me, time and again. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice as neutral as possible, "Come on in."The door knob was pulled, and Ferrara stepped in with his powerful presence and cologne, coming towards me.I had questions, so many of them. I was now sure that my mom had baked the brownies I had seen in his car on her birthday, which meant he was communicating with her.Was he holding her captive? "Hey, you suddenly walked upstairs by yourself, thought you were done crying, why are there tears in your eyes?" The concern in his voice tempted me to ask him about my mother. I was tired
KatyaThe shame lingered till the evening of the next day as I drove to the address given to me in the text.With each walk I made which reminded me of my sore muscles and how many times I had given in last night, humiliation made a tent in my mind. Even as I bathed and changed the sheets myself, it lingered like a venom, reminding me of how many times and positions I had spread my legs for a murderer.He had finally left sometime around 3 in the morning when the rain stopped, while I lay boneless and unmoving on the bed which would be traumatised if it could think.I drove into the street and checked my rearview mirror to be sure I was alone. Kyrian hadn't found the idea of being kept in the dark about where I had to go alone, wise.But then I had lied that I was going to visit Ferrara, and he had clamped his lips shut.I stopped a good distance away from the address and pulled out an umbrella, adjusting my long leather jacket.The skies were brewing for a rain again, but that was
Katya Carlos knew the moment he said those words, that he had me. They came with a reminder of the unbearable guilt afterwards, despite knowing that those scumbags would have ruined thousands of lives. I had told myself that I had done it all to make the world better for my kid and those of other parents, But there had been satisfaction ending the lives of the powerful who thought they were untouchable. However, I had left that line of work for more than three years now, and succeeded in forgetting about it. But now... "I killed bad people, I ensured to do my research well. Murderers, suicide bombers, I didn't fucking kill innocent people." My mouth and breath felt hot, my fingers gripping tightly to the gun till it was white, and my vision was blurry. Carlos smiled again, "Yes, the scumbags deserved to die, but who made you judge and jury? Isn't it fascinating that a consigliere is an ex-assassin. Whoa! The media will have a field day with it, and... Imagine this scenario
KatyaTwenty hours later"Your phone is ringing again, should I ask the tech security to block the number?" I stood together with Kyrian, my eyes focused on the arrow on the elevator screen moving upwards. I massaged the back of my neck and took in a heavy breath, parting my lips slowly."No, leave it." I knew who it was, the same contact that had been calling when I got home after that energy sucking meeting with Carlos.The man who didn't take my silence for a hint and had come himself to the house, Ferrara De Castello. My eyes burned as I stared at the screen, and I hoped that the concealer I used had succeeded in masking the dark circles under my eye bags. I wouldn't want to visit the sick, looking like a zombie who had come to take their lives. The doors slid open, and Kyrian stepped out first, quickly scanning the hallway before gesturing me towards it. I would have preferred to come alone, but he had been worried after I returned last night, drenched and shivering, witho
Katya "What the hell happened after that night that you wouldn't answer my call anymore?" His cologne and presence filled the car, dominating the aroma of the AC and air freshener, and flooding everywhere with his aura. I felt trapped, but not in a claustrophobic manner. "I must have been busy." I muttered, adjusting the designers' glasses which were dark and thick enough to hide my expression. There were too many questions, numerous confusing thoughts, and I needed time alone to process each of them. Ferrara's green eyes narrowed in disbelief and surprise, the tension rippling from his body visible. "Why did you stage this show? My security would have shot at you." I kept my voice neutral, hoping it wouldn't betray the emotions welling up inside me. Problem was, Ferrara was the root of them all, but it was he whom my heart wanted when it all got too much. Was I a such a terrible person that I was attracted to a dark soul who manipulated my feelings at will? It was sha