Fuck Me, Don

Katya

"The card was delivered as soon as I returned home, as though someone had been lying in wait. I recognized immediately. I had been trying to get my hands on it in the past."

Ferrara sat across me at the dinning table, a banquet of cold meal between us.

My legs were crossed, my hands folded as I listened to him.

After he had ceased to speak, my eyes which were focused on him... as always, narrowed as I posed the question,

"Why? Don't you already have access to my father's company and clan?"

I watched his expression switch for a second, like he had been caught off guard.

Seemed I had brought up the past.

Then he placed both hands on the table, twirling the ring on his finger.

A ring which signified that he was the head of the major and minor clans, and had control over the Castello mafia organization.

Now that I thought about it, I hadn't seen him remove it, not even when we had sex.

"I...do have some control over them, but, those cards are just three, Katya, and while each is