Katya"I knew you would make the right decision. With this, you would have completely avenged your parents' deaths."Today, Mr. Jones, the middle aged chairman of the board, was in a black suit, paired with a tie that was almost choking his nonexistent neck.Small rectangular glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his browning teeth flashed more widely.He was quite ecstatic, seated across from me at the round table, his eyes focused on me like a hawk, as though he were afraid that I would back out.But he needn't worry.The moment I got that letter, I had made a decision, and had no intention of changing it.I tilted my chin, the army green turtle-neck and beige jacket making me appear more formidable, with the flaming matte red lipstick which made my lips bolder.My hair was swept upwards in a sleek ponytail, accentuating my high cheekbones and almond eyes, made prominent by a cat designed eyeliner."I'm aware of that."My reply was colder than expected, carrying with it th
Katya"Si...sir...." The words muttered in series of stutters and blinking eyes, were spoken by the man who had called him a bastard.The members of the board and shareholders who had boldly lifted their hands to vote him out, started to move back, their hands shaking instantly.With each stride that Ferrara took, his aura surrounded the room, sucking everyone in with the intimidating power he exuded effortlessly.But one man remained bold, his eyes filled with gloats and mockery.The chairman, Mr. Jones.The older man rose to his feet immediately, slamming his hands on the table as he faced everyone."Don't cower for the bastard! He's just an illegitimate kid who thinks he has a place in the company that I built with his father! Mr. De Castello, I'm afraid, I would ask you to vacate the building."Fairytale was underrated.The illustration of a mouse standing up to the intimidating elephant...That was exactly what it looked like, as Ferrara continued striding towards the older man,
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