Liam O’GradyAll the way home, during the drive, the Mafia boss’s mind was elsewhere. At first, Paige came on very lovey-dovey, trying to cling to him, stroke his member through the jeans he had pulled on; but he snapped at her as he spun the car down the hill and she subsided in a sulky silence, checking her feed on Instagram or whatever else she did as she fiddled with her phone.Suddenly, she turned to him, a look of spitefulness on her face as she purred mockingly,“I guess I really spoiled that little wh*re’s day, huh Lee?” He gritted his teeth silently. He hated it when she abbreviated his name and the reminder of how poor Bianca had looked as he had torn Paige off her, made him want to spin around and slam her head against the door, smash the teeth of the woman riding beside him. Unaware of his building rage, she chattered on,“The look on her stupid face when I went after her!”She sighed and settled down lower on her seat, trying to put her feet up, heels and all, on the das
Liam O’Grady looked up. “What?’ he growled, drinking again. And then, he added, looking straight into his brother’s eyes, “I’m breaking it off with Paige.” St Just stood up, “I think I’ll take Sarah to meet our pet,” he said in a quiet voice but his anger was evident as he strode out, shutting the door quietly behsin him. * Bianca Dr Sarah Pine was on her phone but she shot St Just a curiosu look as she said, “And why exactly do you want me to go and check this new sex toy of yours? “ They were in his black Mercedes V class, a staid vehicle as compared to Liam O’Grady’s flashy collection of fast cars. St Just, who was behind the wheel, looked over at her, a small smile on his lips. Sarah had been his lover at one time but she was happy with her husband now, having married him just three years ago. * She shook her head in exasperation, “Saint, I hate it when you give me that John Cena look of yours,” and his grin widened. She had been one of the few women he had dated w
St Just tried not to move.The woman in his arms was soft, sweet-smelling and so warm, so inviting, he dared his body to stay still,But every time he breathed in, it was the fragrance of her young, fresh body, the feel of her soft curves that tantalized him. Groaning inwardly, he held her , willing his c*ck not to take over his feelings. He was rock hard and trying not to roll her over and thrust into her in one go.She slumbered, spooned into his body, feeling safe and snug, dreaming away.*Finally, unable to hold himself back again, Finn St Just rose, gentle and furtive, so as not to disturb the young woman sleeping in his arms. She made a small sound of dissent but when he kissed her temple tenderly, she dimpled in her sleep and sighed.The sight of her, her nightshirt having ridden up above her thighs, revealing the plump legs, in a pair of sheer lacy panties, made him groan. F*ck, but she was too much, too delectable and inviting.Determined, he rose and stalked to the bathroom
Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
Bianca When I woke, I was alone in my bed and I did not know whether to feel relieved or troubled. St Just had returned to his room saying that he thought I needed some privacy but all night long, I had been dreaming of a man with hair the color of the darkest night and eyes that were slashes of ice blue, a man whose touch had made me tremble and long for him. Sometime during the night, I came awake, the bedclothes wound around my legs, moaning. The sheets were damp with my perspiration although the room was cool.I felt myself and saw to my amazement, that I was wet, and there was a deep hollowness in my centre…I touched myself tentatively, my hips bucking as I imagined O’Grady on top of me and I sobbed his name as I came.Later, I rolled onto my side, and stared bleakly at the sky, watching it turn to a pale pearl grey as the morning crept in. I fell asleep to the soothing sound of birdsong, heartsore and unhappy.*When I drifted in, the next morning to the dining room, feeling
Liam O’Grady walked through his club which housed the gambling den. He frowned slightly as he saw the crowds. It was a weekday and so, many of the members were just trickling in. St Just who appeared at his elbow, looked around as they stood in the mezzanine surveying their kingdom.This was what they created, the two sons of old O’Grady, step by painful step. They had set up the loan shark business from scratch but the gambling dens were Liam O’Grady’s own baby, his brainchild. At one time, he had been faced with a huge financial crisis but with sheer grit, he had managed to turn it around and was now, the unrivalled head of all the wealthiest casinos in this part of the country.Liam O’Grady allowed himself to look around and admire the room, even as he critically studied it. It had been designed to look like a gothic mansion, with a high ceilinged foyer with an exquisite crystal chandelier he had had shipped in from Italy, that illuminated the huge room, with the paintings on the
Liam O’Grady stood, watching his little Pet. She looked breathtakingly, stunningly, desirable, her skin flushed pink and rosy, her eyes wide, the brown hair cascading down her back in heavy, gleaming waves. Damn, he thoguth, his erection more than half-mast now, she looked so inviting. But her mouth was pursed, plump lips drawn together as he folded her arms over her full breast, making him groan.F*ck, but she ahd no idea how erotically appealing the gesture was!*Then she began to say something, her eyes flashing fire at him, her throaty voice low , trembling with anger as she spoke,“Are you sure that there is no wife or irate fiancée lurking in the corridor who I should beware of? Someone who might leap from the bushes and beat me up? Again?’Her scorn and derision made her even more appealing and the big man, his feet wide apart, his arms loosely hanging by his side, the gun at his waist exposed as he moved, threw his head back and roared with laughter. She was so different fr
Hila Zaidi was heading back home when she noticed a large black car, ambivalent in nature, tailing her. She frowned. She had dropped off her companion, her contact, at the crossroads and was making her way back, weaving among the near deserted streets. The idea of taking a circuitous route back to the Delano mansion was her way of checking for a tail, and now, her senses zoomed in to the fact that she had observed the black sedan tailing her for a while. She frowned and patted her gun. Her collection of knives was also with her. Hila was about to leave the city and enter the patch of woods that signalled the beginning of her approach to the Delano property. If she was ambushed here, she would be all alone.Setting her phone, she spoke as she drove.“Piers,” She said, her voice as bored sounding as ever,” I am being followed, my love.”Her husband’s voice came over the line immediately and her heart rate quickened. She would never stop loving this man, she thought tenderly, keeping a
Bianca stretched like a small cat and O’ Grady, lying beside her, thought in amusement that she would just need to purr; it would complete the picture. Rolling over, onto her side, she caught his look and frowned at him.Wagging a finger at him threateningly, she cried,“You’ve got a snarky look on your face, Mr O’Grady.”He gave a strangulated shout as he watched her flop on her side, uncaring of the bay in her belly.“For the sake of Sweet Jaysus and all the Saints,” he bellowed and she looked at him in astonishment.“You’ve gotta be careful lassie, not roll around like a whale in the Arctic.”O’Grady regretted his words the moment they left his mouth and he groaned inwardly.Sure enough, she glared at him as the meaning sank in.“So now, I’m a whale?” she snapped, her mouth pouting as he reached out to her, contrite but with a soft sob, she flounced off, her eyes filled with tears. Slapping his forehead in regret, the Irishman groaned and chased after her, grabbing her by the wais
St. Just was being shifted to a private room, the most luxurious, on O’Grady’s demands that afternoon.He came awake to see Bianca and Liam O’Grady by his bedside, peering at him, anxiety on their faces. Bianca gave a sob and pressed her fist to her mouth as St. Just’s tawny eyes fluttered open and he grinned weakly.“Am I in Heaven?” he growled, his voice hoarse from disuse and as he looked at his half-brother, he added, pretending to groan.“Nah, can’t be. This f*cker would not be there!”O'Grady stepped to him and held his hand in a fierce grip as he growled, an arm around Bianca, who was weeping silently.“As pleasant as ever, eh Saint?”And then he grinned, his handsome face splitting in an expression of joy.St. Just smiled and shut his eyes, drifting back to sleep. This was what Heaven was, he thought with a small smile.*Bianca had been sent off to university, as she was chafing at the bit and wanted to resume her studies. She was also torn between staying at St Just’s bedsi
Bianca’s examination came back with no untoward discoveries. She was fine, the doctor assured them, save for a sprained wrist and a few scratches and cuts to her hands. But apart from the abrasions, she was good to go, as the cheerful doctor declared. Besides, most importantly, the baby was fine. O’Grady sighed in relief and looked at his pet. She was yawning widely and he felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her. Bianca had been planning to go down to meet her sisters and stepmother, Heather, the next day; she had told them about her pregnancy and Heather had at first been a little perplexed and not so happy.But later, mainly due to the influence of her daughters who thought that Bianca was the coolest person on earth, she had come round. Besides, there was also, as Bianca declared archly, the way Bet and Anna tended to regard O’Grady. In their teenage gaze, he was like a superhero who might just sprout wings and fly out the window, Bianca said drily. The adulation was h
Proserpina looked across at the doorway, sighing. She was in the enormous nursery at her mansion, beside Piers’ two sons, one on her lap, cuddling her, his thumb in his mouth, the other, Luc, already asleep. Her own sons, Gabrielle and Alexander, were giggling as they made funny sounds, mimicking the characters in the book she had been reading to them.Tara’s babies were also asleep, as was Claude’s little girl. Ria’s little one was also sleeping peacefully.Camille said with a huge grin, “Full house, tonight,” before she headed downstairs to bed. Proserpina had been worried when Hila had come to her to ask her to keep her sons here. “Where they will be safe,” she had said.That had been after Piers had gently informed his mother that Hila was leaving to scout for the person who was behind the deaths of so many of the Mafia Don’ associates. Placing his hands on his mother’s shoulders, Piers had looked at her tenderly and said,“We’ll all be safe, Mumma. And don’t fret.”The air seeme
Jana Rudenko looked around herself. She had landed in the United States under the guise of a woman who was part of a group tour, complete with falsified documents and a fake passport. She even had a fake husband along for company, a man who had once been a killer but now served her as her bodyguard.The fictional Mrs Liga Edgars, for that, was the identity she had taken for herself, also had a story to back her up. She had been a dour-faced widow who had been coerced to go on the trip by her children, with her newlywed second husband. But Jana had stepped in and stolen the real Mrs Edgar’s identity after having gotten rid of the real lady in question. Mrs Liga Edgar had been of Belgian ancestry, as her passport said, Now the false Mrs Edgar looked around as she accompanied the other eager tourists who were heading to the terminal.She hung back and her fictional husband, the good Mr. Edgars, slowed down too.“Stay with me,” she commanded in a low voice and he nodded. They joined t
Bianca was beside the window overlooking St Just’s bed, her eyes intently fixed on his as his lids fluttered. She looked around to her other lover, Liam O’Grady who stood behind her, hands in his pocket, his jacket open as he studied his brother’s pale face.They were on the other side of the thick glass pane.“He’s…getting better, isn’t he O’Grady?” she asked tremulously and he smiled tiredly. Now that his brother was in hospital, O’Grady spent most of his time shuttling between the casinos, the loan offices on High Street and the hospital. He looked forward to seeing Bianca at the end of the day, to fold his arms around her and be enveloped in her embrace, her lips on his.But this evening, the doctor had looked a little tense when he came to the hospital.“He’s contracted an infection,” the doctor had said grimly and went on,” We need to shift him.”And at Bianca’s alarmed look, he added kindly,“To the ICU, young lady.”Bianca had slumped down on the seat, close to tears and O’Gra
Many years agoFather Pavel Rudenko looked at his sister who was weeping wretchedly. The brothers had gone to meet their newly widowed sister. As a man of the cloth, the Monk had accompanied Dmitri Rudenko. “Take my son, take this monster, my brother,” she had begged with hands clasped before her, as she wept,“I cannot handle him anymore…”Her husband had been an abusive man; the boy was following in his footsteps, a cold-hearted brute who was terrorising his mother and sister.The Monk had stood silently and looked at his nephew, the son of his only sister, a half-sister, but still, his blood. Dmitri Rudenko had walked to him, gripping his chin firmly and he studied the teenager.“Duska?” he had queried and the boy had looked at the sinister-looking man, slim as a reed, with his menacing eyes.“Yes, uncle,” he had said, a feeling of exhilaration arising in him.That was how he had been left in the care of Dmitri Rudenko, the man who was regarded as a dangerous warlord, a gun-runne
Danielle, thought Proserpina as she sat in the large limo gliding over the streets silently, covering the distance as soon as possible. The woman who had seen her from the time she was the young, naïve, innocent mistress of Lucien Delano; the one who had become the bulwark of her life at a time when Proserpina was torn between leaving the Mafia Don for good…Proserpina had been with her Mafia Don when the call from Louis had come. The Don’s demeanour had altered in a flash.He had pulled her into his arms and growled,‘I have to leave, Woman. Danielle…” Breaking off, he had been scowling as he turned to make a call to Schwartz on the intercom, for James Schwartz had a set of rooms, a suite of his own, in the Delano mansion.But Proserpina’s small hand on his arm arrested him.In a firm voice, she said,“I’m coming too.” He swung around to slam her, to insist she stay home. But the determined look on his little Woman’s face made him stop. His Proserpina had grown, and how!She had be