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
Katya"Matt, are you sure that this is the right place?"The confusion evident in my high-pitched tone, was only rivaled by the frown between my brows, as I stood in front of the De Castello casino.An hour ago, my brother contacted me with an urgent issue that was related to the investigation, saying he had a strong lead.Then he made me follow some directions he shared with my GPS,Directions which now led me to a place which belonged to the man I was currently avoiding."Yeah, it's the casino. Look, I know you don't wanna go in there, but this is more important, trust me. There's someone you should meet."There was a ruffling of papers at the other end of the phone, and before I could respond, my brother continued,"Trust me and go in, please. I have to go, something urgent came up.""Wait, what..."But the call went dead, leaving my sentence hanging midway.What could be so important that he wanted me to discover it for myself?He hadn't sounded distressed over the phone, so I pus
KatyaUh oh...I wasn't dreaming; Ferrara De Castello had gotten on one knee, his pupils greener and more alive than the bright stars surrounding us.And I wasn't sure how I felt about the prospect of him proposing.I mean, despite the events of the last few days, there was no denial that I loved him so much that I still wanted him, forever.But...And as if he could read my mind, a wistful smile crowned his handsome features, and he broke the silence,"Don't worry, Kat. I'm not proposing marriage to you, yet."Yet...I may have held my breath when he started talking, a relief I hadn't known that I needed leaving my chest when the added the last word,Yet.I didn't get a chance to find an appropriate response that wouldn't make this any more awkward than it already was, Because the other knee made it to the ground as well, and he reached for my hands, the warmth of his big masculine fingers enveloping mine.Lost in my own pain and hurt, I hadn't realized how much I missed him.Simple
Ferrara I had never thought myself a poet, But my soul was, in full agreement with my heart, the both merging with Katya in a union that left my mind in bewilderment. Because as our lips met, I felt an eruption of flames that broke out in all parts of my body. It was as though I had been dead for so long, and now I was fucking coming alive, in her lips tangled with mine, in our enjoined hands... I couldn't describe this feeling, Nor did I think it had ever existed, before us. I tasted salty liquid in her soft delectable lips, or was that mine? Because it sure felt like thousands of emotions were welling up my heart, to a point where I needed to be tethered, To Katya. It was a kiss that was bereft of lust or the need for fulfillment of a desire. It was a fucking vow, a damn promise, the sealing of the deal we had made. It was the devil's word, my word. Passion? Obsession? Love? They were seemed too shallow, too small, to describe the erupting fire in my chest which was
KatyaFive years ago, when I boarded the elevator with this man after meeting him for the first time, it had been the most magical night of my life.I hadn't believed that anything could come close to rival it.Except that the more I got closer to him, the better everything became.Tonight, the feelings between us were like a naked wire; powerful, dangerous, and lethal.But it was also like spring, calming and soothing and everything wonderful.As I followed him up the stairs, the total trust between is spun like a web around us, charging the electricity between us.The mere touch of our fingers had my entire body vibrating with need.It wasn't just desire anymore, but stronger.And when we got to the top of the stairs, gaze swept over me, hungry and charged with sexual tension.Then, he sucked in a deep breath and swiped a card over the security system, opening the door.I halted in my steps immediately, my lips thrown open in awe.It was the same room, where it had all started.The
FerraraIt was times like this that I cursed the human limitations.Because right now, I wished that my eyes could be larger, big as a mirror,To enable Katya see herself through my eyes, the perfection of her artistic nudity.I also wished for more than a pair of hands right now,Because my large palms were suddenly too small considering how I wanted, burned, to touch her every fucking place.Heat broke out in my body the moment I entered her tavern of wetness, the sweetness and intoxication of her body making me spiral out of control.She lay on her back, her smooth beautiful thighs spread out for me, her generous creamy tits bouncing as I slid out and thrusted in again.She was a fucking feast for the eyes.Her skin was flushed to completion, her eyes slightly shut and her pupils parted softly.With her slender hands, she reached for me, her glass skin washed aglow in the ambiance of the indigo lighting and the sensual music.But all those were secondary effects, simply adornments
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