All Chapters of The Don's Secret Legacy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KatyaA team of doctors were on standby,And they had given me an assurance that Ferrara was going to recover soon.He had only passed out,He wasn't even in coma, And his vitals were good.I chanted all these to myself as I entered his room, and yet, it didn't make it less heart wrenching, the sight of the man I loved, powerful Don Ferrara De Castello, lying immobile.It felt as though a piece of my heart had been cut out, and was now being fed to me, forcefully.The sounds of those machines blared tauntingly in my ears, haunting me, deeply.My vision blurred instantly at the sight of my man, unmoving.Something squeezed the naked wound in my heart, constricting it in knots.It fucking hurt.But it was even worse when I imagined the pain he must be going through.A bandage had been wrapped around his arm, replacing the gash where he had been shot."Fe...Ferrara..." I forced out his name from my dry throat, my fingers trembling as they ran across the bed where he had fucked me thoro

Ferrara"Murdered in the safe house? Have you ruled out the possibility of suicide?"I felt Katya's piercing gaze dart towards me instantly, as though she had expected me to say something else,Like express some shock or rage that our lead had been taken out.Now, that quizzical expression in her beautiful honey brown eyes almost made me wish to tease her.Because she hadn't experienced the side of me that dealt with traitors.Whoever that killed this assassin had simply granted her an earlier merciful death, compared to what I would have done to her myself.My consigliere was sweating, panting for breath and avoiding my gaze.Yeah, he did that these days, ever since I made him aware that I had known about the secret he was trying to protect."There was a break in from the outside, and footprints different from hers on the floor."He finally answered, his fingers tightening around the gun in his hand.I sucked in a deep breath and drummed my fingers against Katya's arm, her warmth mak

KatyaShoot me now,Or better still, gorge out my eyes first.Because if that wasn't our four year old son, staring at us with his lips thrown open, with none other than the doctor, right in front of him and wearing an equally shocked expression,Then nothing else could ever get terrible.For fuck's sake, my dress was ridden up to my thighs, and our eyes were probably glazed and our lips were and swollen from an obvious long kiss.Even now, while we lay in our own bed of shame, those delicious hands were resting on my chest...To be honest, tits.He had just been about to pull out my ample breasts and take them into his mouth, while his tongue would have worshipped the pink rosy nipples like jewelry..."Ewww, daddy! What are you doing to mommy?"Yeah, talk about the fucking worst timing for arousal.Christopher ran into the room, his pajamas flying as he swiftly climbed into the bed and crawled towards us.Oh dear.I had never seen Ferrara look more conflicted, and dare I say his chee

KatyaThe meeting went just as perfectly as expected.The Petrov group would be forming a partnership with The De Castello group.While we provided legal support and invited the De Castello investors and top executives to become automatic members of the club, The De Castello group would partner with us on every major project.A win-win, which the shareholders and board of directors had been so happy about, that it distracted them from recognizing the truth,That we had been forced to merge our company information.Taking the approach of entering into a partnership was the best decision we could have made for ourselves, For now, the news of the breach of our data to a third party had been kept in the mud, preventing our stock prices from falling.And most importantly, everyone bought the story of Ferrara being away on a business trip that they didn't question why he wasn't here himself to announce the merger.News of the invincible chairman of De Castello Group and Don of the most po

KatyaHe was the dinner host, and I was the guest.But we just got served, both of us.It took a nanosecond for realization to kick into his face, and in a moment as swift as a lightening bolt, the watch was unclasped from my wrist and sent to the floors.For the second time tonight, something was taken from my hand and left in pieces on the floor.However, the emotion digging into my chest wasn't guilt, and my eyes were the shape of circles,Horror.Fear.Whoever this person was, wasn't just aware of our itinerary anymore, but had a way of getting into our private places.And I wasn't the only one frustrated at the fact that they seemed invincible."Fuck!"Ferrara cursed as he slammed the sole of his shoes into the watch, tension rippling from his tone.Hell, even his shadows, cast in different parts of the expansive living room appeared angrier, as though pumped by the rage in his system.Afterwards, when the watch had been destroyed, we stared in silence at the ruins on the floor,