Power

Katya

Survival.

I discovered how much the powerful rule the world when I was eighteen.

I had returned wealthy, but I needed more power to protect the person that mattered to me, my son.

Seated in this round table were the ones who made the decisions even beyond America, people whose command could destroy or make my future.

I had considered the option of returning to living quietly, but that had gone to smokes the moment I pissed them off by ruining the value of that land.

These people were capable of ruining me and my son's lives, legally or illegally.

And so I had chosen the only option at my disposal;

Bringing my enemies closer.

The entire room dulled into nothingness as soon as Ferrara walked in, sucking me into his enthralling web which made everything else trivial, tiny.

His forest green eyes were stormy tonight as they regarded me, stealing words from my mouth and thoughts from my mind.

I tried to pretend that I wasn't affected and forced myself to meet his intense stare.

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