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
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
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.
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,
Katya Petrov It's my eighteenth birthday, and I'm spending it in a casino, hoping that I wouldn't be caught by my father's men, and drinking for the first time.Tonight, I was going to pretend to be someone else.Not the conservative daughter of the Mafia Boss of the Petrov clan who was going to be given away in an arranged marriage to an ally of the organization three times my age. My fate had been sealed since my Mom failed to birth a son. As my father said, at least he would be compensated for putting up with us since I would fetch a grand prize in marriage.Months to my eighteenth birthday, he had started screening potential suitors like it was an auction, and ended up choosing the wealthiest of the men who had come for my hand.Tomorrow, I was going to be bound to the fifty four year old Don Boris who had been known to be a pedophile and a woman beater. The thought of being subjected to the same fate as my mom had chills running down my spine.Dad beat her up in front of the m
KatyaIt was going to happen. Finally, I would have my first night, with a man who looked like he had stepped out of the pages of a magazine.Forbidden, handsome, dangerously sinful. His palm wrapped around mine, engulfing me whole as my heart pounded. All the way to the elevator, the sexual tension between us was thick. Raw.I felt giddy and shy and excited, watching the numbers as we rode upwards. I knew what was going to happen, and I couldn't be more eager to get to know what everything felt like, all the things I had been denied all my life.I was consciously aware of this man's intense gaze on me, laboured breath and the rise and fall of his chest. I wanted him so much it was difficult having to restrain myself from jumping him right there.Maybe he would think I was easy, cheap, like my dad always called my Mom.The doors slid open with a ding, and my mystery man pushed himself from the wall, tugging me along and banishing all thoughts of my problems.Tonight, I was only going
KatyaNew emotions rushed through me when I woke up, I felt happy, and excited.But all that came to a halt the moment I reached for the dark prince who had woken these feelings in me, and found the bed cold and empty.My eyes snapped open, and I took in the empty luxurious bedroom, expecting him to appear any minute smelling fresh from the shower.But instead, what my eyes registered was the giant wall clock which announced that it was eight o'clock in the morning.Shit! It's my wedding day!I dashed out of bed and pulled the duvet with me, my heart racing in fear as I picked my lingerie and dress littered on the floors.Wearing them quickly, I cursed when I saw my reflection in the giant mirror of the bathroom, the evidence of last night bringing a blush to my cheeks.The delicate skin of my neck was red with hickeys, and my cheeks scuffed with the rough stubbles of his chiseled jaw, when he had kissed me thoroughly before going down on me...I forced my thoughts away from the magi
Everything about Ferrara was unmatched; his gait, handsome features and that dangerous aura around him. He looked so much different now, but I knew, that hard glint in his eyes was only because he was angry that I was being forced into marriage."What is the meaning of this shit? Who are you, young man? This is no place for petty theft!" My father said in a loud voice, stepping out from behind me to walk towards him.All the guards drew their weapons and pointed them at Ferrara, and my heart skipped a beat. I would stand between him and my father if they tried to shoot him.Except that Ferrara didn't look like he needed to be rescued in any way. He kept advancing towards my father, his steps calculated, his eyes dark and glinting like diamonds.Memories of last night flooded my thoughts."Oh I assure you, I already took what I wanted. Besides, you should have some room for a Castello in your little party, considering that you just killed my father?"A Castello, his father?It kicked