Katya"Bye mommy!" Christopher kissed my forehead, wrapping his chubby little hands around my neck. I sucked in a deep breath as I inhaled the sweet aroma of his talcum powder, keeping it as brief as possible.He was already late for school as it was.Because someone had insisted on packing snacks himself and ended up spilling it all over the place. I bid my son farewell as one of my security led him into the school, and only then did I slip on my shades and walk towards my car. Kyrian opened it with a warning, "he's in there."Oh shoot me. Ferrara sat languidly, talking on his phone as he fired instructions in Italian. But his eyes raked through me, giving me a heated double over. I felt as though I were in lingerie, not a turtle-neck. Not again. I entered the car and took a seat close to the window, strapping my seatbelt. Ferrara quickly ended the call and turned to me, his gaze heated through my peripheral vision. "I apologize about last night, it wasn't my intention to...
Katya The shock, the excitement, the rush of adrenaline... I shouldn't be remotely happy to see this bastard. Yet my heart skipped, stopped, and resumed at an alarming rate. My feet came to a stop on the floors as I took in the dinner table arranged for a date. With a sigh of exasperation, I resumed walking towards him and dropped my purse on the table, looking into his mischievous eyes. "Now that is an expression to capture. You see, baby, I knew you weren't coming to dinner, and no, I didn't need to have you followed. You're rebellious, defiant, and that, I find sexy." Don't you dare get affected by his words... Ferrara placed the glass of wine on the table and stood, smelling faintly of delicious cologne and wine. His tie had been undone, the first few buttons of his shirt open. His glistening muscular chest stared back at me, and as he drew closer, the alarm warnings of danger perked up in my mind. "Don't you have a job that keeps you busy, Ferrara? What exactly do yo
Ferrara Haunted. Afraid. Defensive. The emotions in Katya's eyes were glaring, burning into my pupils, digging into my chest. I was no professional at assassination, but I had a good knowledge of the points of the body that would bleed to death if a deep wound was made there. And where Katya Petrov pressed the fork she had picked up, was going to have me bleed to death if she stabbed deep. Coincidence? I didn't fucking share that idealistic opinion, but everything about Katya upturned what I believed in. It wasn't the thought that she might kill me right here that rushed fluidly into my mind, but the expressions in her eyes. The fingers was held the fork were shaking, the other on my shoulder, pressing hard into my flesh. She could leave a bruise, but I didn't fucking give a damn. "What happened to you, Katya?" The raw emotions in my thick voice were barely recognizable as mine. I cleared my throat, slowly reaching out to touch the tattoo I had discovered... Her hand le
KatyaI dreaded today. Having managed to keep all thoughts of Ferrara to the barest minimum and thrown myself into work and my son for a week, I couldn't get out of seeing Ferrara this afternoon.It was the first day of the school counseling session as a result of the show a certain someone had thought it would be wise to put on.I sucked in a deep breath as the car came to a halt in the school parking lot, watching as Kyrian stepped out and waited in front of the car.What if Ferrara chose not to come at all?For the first time, he had actually respected my wishes and made no move to contact me, limiting his visit to the living room and Christopher's bedroom.When I ran into him at The Cabinet meeting, he had given me a curt nod and proceeded with heading the meeting.It was my choice, my wishes.I should be happy that he was finally respecting them, yet, all I felt was a chain around my neck, tugging me towards him, slowly.My fingers were clamped in anticipation, shaking in tremor
Katya 'Be careful what you wish for.' By the third week, one thing was clear: I was a literarily a mess without Ferrara De Castello. I blamed it on Stockholm syndrome, and told myself it was because he had been the first man my body became attuned to. But irrespective of all the justifications I gave it, I was aware that I was barely functioning well. I spent my time buried in work, representing some clients myself and coming up with innovative ideas to make The P.Lux Club better. My son took my mind away from the plaguing thoughts of his father, and some nights, I held him in my arms, his baby scent calming the storm in my mind. But deep into the night while he slept, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling with memories haunting me, taunting my thoughts till I was a puddle of wants and desires. I visited Alistair twice, enduring the disapproving stares of his sister who silently judged me. However, the memories and speculations of the evil Ferrara was capable of could get my t
KatyaHe hadn't called, he hadn't texted.And when I had Kyrian contact the technician who had detected the wiretap, he swept through the house for hours and returned empty-handed with sweat pouring down his face,"No, ma'am, it's all clean."With my hands folded over my chest, I blinked rapidly, "are you sure you checked it properly?"He massaged the back of his neck, his eyes looking like he would collapse that second. Then he stared into my eyes with dilated pupils, his voice as exhausted as he looked, "yes, ma'am. Even under the bed. I used the equipment that detects the most camouflaged, but nothing."When he left, muttering under his breath about paranoid rich people, Kyrian stepped out from behind the pillar and came to a halt in front of me, "I can increase the security if you feel watched, ma'am, you have been...a bit restless."Yeah, Kyrian was generous. A bit?I spent my free time like a zombie, looking out of the window and watching the penthouse next to me, waiting fo
KatyaI couldn't breathe. Instantly, I lost the ability to think, to differentiate between fantasy and reality.His cologne infiltrated through my nostrils, sucking all air out of my lungs.For a moment, I was sure I had gone mad, turned into a lunatic."Answer me, Katya. You wanted me out so you could be better, so why do you look..."That deep baritone which flooded my senses with crazy thoughts didn't complete the words. Like a moth, I turned to him, my eyes pooling to liquid and nothingness. He was really the one, dark green pupils and lips set in hard stance, his muscles rippling as tension shot out through his bones...There was a faint whiff of feminine perfume blended with his cologne...And he was pissed.What the..."I don't think your date will appreciate you wasting your time with me." I blurted out the words before I could stop myself, and seconds later, I was biting my inner cheeks as Ferrara let out a scoff."Really? You are jealous, baby?"Baby...I had gone more th
KatyaPlease,Don't taunt me with this dream.In my fantasies, Ferrara's body came to me, returning over and over again, taking over my body and soul.I usually woke up aching with tears in my eyes, panting for breath, my throat completely parched.It felt like one of those dreams right now, except that the wet lips on mine didn't feel like they would slip away from my hold, and the tongue plunging into my mouth, the hands driving me towards the wall...His kisses were wet, desperate and demanding, ravenous hunger emanating from a starvation suppressed for so long.Firm calloused fingers cradled my face so closely, holding me captive as though to keep me from running.It was like drinking directly from the river after days of being in the desert, neatly trimmed beard rubbing against mine, hands roaming down my arms to pull me even closer.I returned his kisses with feverish need, trembling in his hands, my fingers so weak I could barely manage to lift them and wrap around his shoulder
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