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
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.
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,
Katya Petrov It's my eighteenth birthday, and I'm spending it in a casino, hoping that I wouldn't be caught by my father's men, and drinking for the first time.Tonight, I was going to pretend to be someone else.Not the conservative daughter of the Mafia Boss of the Petrov clan who was going to be given away in an arranged marriage to an ally of the organization three times my age. My fate had been sealed since my Mom failed to birth a son. As my father said, at least he would be compensated for putting up with us since I would fetch a grand prize in marriage.Months to my eighteenth birthday, he had started screening potential suitors like it was an auction, and ended up choosing the wealthiest of the men who had come for my hand.Tomorrow, I was going to be bound to the fifty four year old Don Boris who had been known to be a pedophile and a woman beater. The thought of being subjected to the same fate as my mom had chills running down my spine.Dad beat her up in front of the m
KatyaIt was going to happen. Finally, I would have my first night, with a man who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine.Forbidden, handsome, dangerously sinful. His palm wrapped around mine, engulfing me whole as my heart pounded. All the way to the elevator, the sexual tension between us was thick. Raw.I felt giddy and shy and excited, watching the numbers as we rode upwards. I knew what was going to happen, and I couldn't be more eager to get to know what everything felt like, all the things I had been denied all my life.I was consciously aware of this man's intense gaze on me, laboured breath and the rise and fall of his chest. I wanted him so much it was difficult having to restrain myself from jumping him right there.Maybe he would think I was easy, cheap, like my dad always called my Mom.The doors slid open with a ding, and my mystery man pushed himself from the wall, tugging me along and banishing all thoughts of my problems.Tonight, I was only going
KatyaNew emotions rushed through me when I woke up, I felt happy, and excited.But all that came to a halt the moment I reached for the dark prince who had woken these feelings in me, and found the bed cold and empty.My eyes snapped open, and I took in the empty luxurious bedroom, expecting him to appear any minute smelling fresh from the shower.But instead, what my eyes registered was the giant wall clock which announced that it was eight o'clock in the morning.Shit! It's my wedding day!I dashed out of bed and pulled the duvet with me, my heart racing in fear as I picked my lingerie and dress littered on the floors.Wearing them quickly, I cursed when I saw my reflection in the giant mirror of the bathroom, the evidence of last night bringing a blush to my cheeks.The delicate skin of my neck was red with hickeys, and my cheeks scuffed with the rough stubbles of his chiseled jaw, when he had kissed me thoroughly before going down on me...I forced my thoughts away from the magi
Everything about Ferrara was unmatched; his gait, handsome features and that dangerous aura around him. He looked so much different now, but I knew, that hard glint in his eyes was only because he was angry that I was being forced into marriage."What is the meaning of this shit? Who are you, young man? This is no place for petty theft!" My father said in a loud voice, stepping out from behind me to walk towards him.All the guards drew their weapons and pointed them at Ferrara, and my heart skipped a beat. I would stand between him and my father if they tried to shoot him.Except that Ferrara didn't look like he needed to be rescued in any way. He kept advancing towards my father, his steps calculated, his eyes dark and glinting like diamonds.Memories of last night flooded my thoughts."Oh I assure you, I already took what I wanted. Besides, you should have some room for a Castello in your little party, considering that you just killed my father?"A Castello, his father?It kicked
Ferrara De CastelloI enjoy games, taking my opponent by surprise, leading them on and striking when they don't expect it.And of all the games I have played, chess is my most favorite, the most manipulative of them all. But as much as I enjoy putting things and people in their place, missing pieces put me off as well."We couldn't find the Petrov girl, boss, it's like she vanished after the funeral." It was the same thing I had heard months afterwards, and I have the best damn resources and ways of making people talk. The consigliere had disappeared as well, and not even holding his beloved secret lover captive had made him appear in my sight. It seemed like the two of them had simply ceased to exist, and that picked at something in my head. Making plans ahead of time implied that I always covered grounds before my opponents, and now...A thick puff of smoke wafted in the air, leaving my lips in cloud and spreading."Boss, we succeeded in closing the case, although there is a rook
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