Queen of Strategies

Ferrara

"Listen to me, bored asshole, take a trip to hell, and when it freezes over, contact me again to live with you. Go fuck yourself, Ferrara."

***

That had been Katya's response to my proposal that we live together, right before she had punched the red button and hung up, and I could almost swear that I had felt the smoke rising from the flames of her rage.

I stared at the screen for minutes, amusement clouding my thoughts as I thought of how different she had become from the young girl who had been infatuated with me.

Now she was seething in fury and making plans to end me. I was sure that she had returned for revenge, and I would humour her a little, if that was what she wanted. But no one dared to keep my son away from me, not when I had become more attached to him than I thought possible.

I hadn't expected the powering feelings I had for the little boy, not had I imagined ever having a kid in the first place. But now that I had one, I would kill to keep him safe, and nowhe