Bianca hurried behind the big bouncer who led her to a car that was parked on the sidewalk, away from eh building. It was totally inconspicuous amongst other models which were similar to it and she hesitated a second. The tinted glasses hid the person who was inside the vehicle from her eyes but she felt a warmth spread through her.It was Liam O’Grady, she knew it instinctively. And when the big dark man called Davis stepped to the door and opened it for her, she slid onto the seat and turned her flushed face to the man she loved, her lovely open face revealing her heart’s secret..*His question took her totally by surprise.“Who’s he?’ barked O’Grady and she shrank back. He looked thunderous.“Who’s who?” she said in a small voice The door had shut noiselessly behind her, the glass partition separating the front seat from those at the back was raised and she knew that no one could hear them now.Or see them any longer.She bit her lip, eyes widening in alarm.*The knowledge that
St Just knew that O’Grady had bungled the moment Bianca Cruz walked into the tiny apartment with O’Grady behind her. A couple of the men were following them too, keeping a wary distance from the rabid-looking mob Boss, who looked drunk.O’Grady had kept drinking steadily and Bianca had sat still and unmoving in her corner of the car all the way, biting her lip, holding back her tears with an effort. They had not shared a word after the way they had made violent love.*St Just sighed.The f*ck was wrong with O’Grady? It had been Liam O’Grady’s idea to put a distance between them and the young girl; she did not need any further damage to her reputation, he had argued. St Just had been a little apprehensive; how would Bianca take the decision?And when he saw her face, the swollen mouth, eyes that slid away from him, her lovely mouth turned down a the corners unhappily, he wanted to hit his brother across his face.The Irishman had clearly made a mess.*Bianca walked in and stood to th
I looked around myself when St Just stepped out to make a call.It was a small, cosy apartment and the person who had probably decorated it had had good taste, I reflected , studying the pale walls. Or had it been done to accommodate the latest woman in the life of my Masters? I’d never know and I shrugged in determination. No way was I going to weep and sob.O’Grady had made fierce love to me in the car and after a long day at the office, which was something I had done after a long time, I was tired and hungry. To my astonishment, my clothes and all my possessions had already been brought here and arranged neatly in the little wardrobe in the small bedroom. Sighing I pulled out a comfortable pair of harem pants in pink and a large T shirt to change into before heading to take a shower. I sighed as I soaped myself. I had been able to smell the fragrance of O’Grady on my body , could see the mark on my breast where he had sunk his teeth into me and I squeezed my eyes shut.The muscl
Bianca There was another surprise for me the next morning.St Just had spent the night with me and when I came awake, it was to the aroma of bacon and eggs sizzling on the pan.I peered into the kitchen, wearing my towel as I rushed over after a quick shower. And I was startled to see St Just at the stove, preparing breakfast like he did it every day. I was fresh from the shower and went up to him, winding my arms around his waist and kissing his back.The fresh smell of his body made me thrill. St Just was only clad in a Pir of track pants and I dimly wondered if he had sent is man to fetch some clothes for himself.He grinned, throwing me a smouldering look over his shoulder and said softly,“Morning, sugar.”I giggled.“ I didn’t know you could cook,” I said, kissing him as he swept me around.He smiled and kissed me gently.‘Maggie was a good mother but she also made sure that O’Grady and I learnt basic survival skills. Like cooking basic meals.” I looked into his golden eyes cu
Dean Nelson watched from his tinted windows as Bianca Gomez drove away breezily. He had found out where she was staying and he intended to get into the apartment and familiarise himself with it better.Something like a welcome gift when she returned from wherever she had zoomed off to, with that lumbering giant in her wake…He had turned up a little late and had not seen St Just get into the vehicle and leave.*Bianca breezed into the parking area for the people working in the building a short while later. A couple of people noticed her car and commented on it. She made sure to say that she had left it at a friend's the previous day. Bianca Cruz was nothing if not resourceful. She had no intention of getting caught in the crossfire if someone were to discover how she was related to the Masters.But even as she sat down to work, she sighed as she thought, suddenly, of O’Grady, his bulk and his fierceness and she blushed as she recalled how he had made her feel that day in the car.She
O’Grady had been at his Casino on West Avenue when the call came in. An arm around Janine Chen, the silky-haired woman who managed the Casino with an iron fist, he stepped to the side when he saw Barry’s number flashing on his phone. All his bonhomie fled when he listened to the man he had entrusted to take care of Bianca.“How is she holding up?’ he growled, his focus on the beautiful Bianca, who they had dragged , willy-nilly, into their world of violence.“She’s holding up, Boss,” said Barry in a low voice and he heard the note of grudging admiration in the voice of the old-timer.“She’s tough.”*Barry told him about the way nothing of value had been stolen. Everything was in place. Except for the bedroom. On the mirror, scrawled with her lipstick were the words,’ Sl*t.’ and ‘ WH*RE.’A framed photograph that Bianca had left on her bedside table, a picture of her family, had been on the floor, the photo torn to bits.She had sunk to the ground in a daze to pick up the pieces but t
Liam O’Grady had met all kinds of women; those who fell all over him, those who kept sending him flirtatious looks, coy and winsome, to show their interest. But his woman before him, no this nineteen going on twenty young lass, she was in a league of her own. He bristled, his fists clenching as he sought to rein in his temper. She had the audacity to be sassy, to give him lip, when he had all but left all his work, his business, to go scouting for that dirty bast*rd, Dean Nelson?He glared at her pugnaciously, his lower jaw hard. And then, as his gaze swept her frame, he felt his member harden. The little wi*ch was wearing a man’s shirt, one of Saint’s, if he was not mistaken. A white shirt with nothing underneath, and from the looks of her tousled hair, she had been wearing it as a f*cking night shirt! * Jealousy, pure and evil gripped him. Was she missing his brother to such an extent that she wore one of his shirts to bed ???With a coarse oath that made Bianca’s ears ring, he step
But fate had other plans for Bianca Cruz.Liam O’Grady had to leave early; business, he grunted as he kissed her awake and indicated the steaming hot cup of coffee on the table beside her.She sat up, blinking, her tousled hair falling around her as she watched him tug on his jacket, checking his shoulder holster for the gun he always carried.Then, he turned, his black eyes glinting as he growled, “Pet, get back into bed. If I keep looking at those big ti*s, I swear, I shall f*ck you now.” Blushing, she obeyed him, pulling up the covers till her chin. As he left, slamming the front door and it clicked shut, she sighed and said to herself, ‘I love you, O’Grady.” *Snuggling back on the bed, under the covers, she laid her head on the pillow on which her lover had been lying. It still bore his masculine fragrance, the smell of his citrusy cologne, his musk... she sighed again. She loved Finn St Just; he was kind and caring. But the way she felt about Liam O’Grady? It was legions away fr
They arrived at Hollowford late in the evening. Bianca had been on edge all day, waiting to meet her sister.And of course, her Masters…She blushed as her mind wandered over the different things they would do to her; with her full consent, of course, for both O’Grady and St Just had never ill-used her. They cared for her feelings, as was obvious with how they had stepped forward to rescue Anna. Serena Kingston, who had proved to be surprisingly friendly, for all her tough exterior, had described how the siblings had taken Cahill off guard. Bianca had felt her heart pounding as she listened.Earlier, Proserpina had wisely declared that Anna could stay the night here, at the mansion, before returning to the hospital the next morning.”Hospitals have visiting hours,” she pointed out gently and Binaca sighed. True. Her stepmother needed to rest, as her Italian beau had pointed out in the afternoon, a little reproachfully. For Heather had been so relived, she had wept a lot, till the nur
The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.Proserpina found her much easier to get along with t
Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.What was happening to Anna?And her Masters…?When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.His expression said it all and, in that instant, she knew that her sister had been saved by the men she loved.She was already crying in happiness as he spoke, gently, his voice reaching out to caress her,“Bianca, lass…”He sounded like honey and she leant against the wall, looking at him. “Here’s someone who wants to see you,” he added and turned his charm on the person sitting beside him.ANNA!!!Biaca almost screamed in joy.Her sister was sobbing openly, her face bruised, looking haggard and pale . But she was alive!!Bianca managed to say so
The atmosphere on the airfield was tense; Serena Kingston was out of the car, ignoring the rain as she got into position, her army training kicking into place as she tried to figure out how to shoot the man without harming the girl. Louis Delano was beside her, cocking his gun, a feeling of desperation rising in him. Any false movement might trigger off the frantic man who had his gun on the unfortunate child. Anna was sagging, unable to stand, her head lolling back. Drugged, thought Van Dyke. For Joe Cahill, the rain streaming down, over his head, down his long black raincoat, had hauled the poor child up and was using her as a shield, his gun to her temple.The large Jeep had pulled to an abrupt stop and men tumbled out. The blonde, lean St Just, his gun in his hand was running forward as he shouted, his voice faint over the sound of the rain.“Cahill, Joe! Man, don’t do this!”And then as Cahill shook his head and yelled,“Stop right there, St Just, or I shall shoot this little c*
roserpina, who had emerged from the kitchen, with a bowl of food in her hands, quickly shot her daughter, the only one who resembled her, a quelling look.“Jamie! Don’t talk to our guests like that!”And handing the bowl to Karina who had entered behind her, she glided over to Bianca and said,“Come child, you can sit beside me.”Bianca felt close to tears but Tara had come up beside her and sank onto a chair, reaching out to her comfortingly.‘No Mamma. She can sit here, with Karina and me,” said the young woman.Proserpina, who had been bending over her husband, serving him some food, looked up, her wide brown eyes puzzled. Then she nodded. Sitting beside the Don on a good day had a detrimental effect on one’s appetite. And this child was distraught! Proserpina’s place was always on the right-hand side of her husband. She would be under the Don’s silent scrutiny and it would make her feel horrible!The Don’s sharp grey eyes, which reminded Bianca of glaciers, had been following the
The huge giant, Alexander Van Dyke had come up behind O’Grady. He had heard every word and his velvety voice growled,“Which girl?”St Just gripped his brother’s arm as the Irishman sought confirmation from the hard-faced Serena Kingston.She flipped her red ponytail over her shoulder as she said, addressing Louis,“I’m off. I’ll follow him.”And she was running to her Subaru, heedless of the rain which had increased. One of Louis' men joined her at the Delano scion’s nod.Louis Delano turned to O’Grady.“Claude got a tip-off from one of his Bratva men. Cahill had kept the girl on a schooner in another area. Not here.” He indicated the large liner which was now swarming with SWAT operatives. The FBI had also been alerted for it was a major international issue. There were apparently women from countries in the Far East, who were being used as captive sex slaves.Gunshots sounded and they could hear men shouting, and women screaming over the drumming of the rain.Van Dyke was watching
It was to be a big operation, the police chief had growled, apprehensive as he looked at the cruise liner that was preparing to leave, having applied for clearance from the port authorities the previous evening.Lucien Delano had snapped his fingers and the Governor had acted at once, pulling out all the stops to prevent the luxury liner from sailing away.It was raining now, a light, annoying drizzle and O’Grady, who had been instructed to stay in the background, for his was a noticeable face, with his reputation sticking out a mile before him. As the owner of the chain of Casinos in the area and a boxer of some repute, along with his playboy tag, the reporters would have a field day if he was noticed.The burly Irishman had bristled but his brother had shot him a warning look. It appeared that Serena Kingston and Louis were working in tandem with the Bratva here, for Claude Delano and his brother had been the ones to leave the car and talk to the police chief. The shorter thickset
Lucien Delano stopped as he watched his Woman, hurry towards him. Proserpina, the girl he had taken as his mistress when she was just eighteen, the woman who had weathered so many storms with him.The Woman he had grown to love, whom he cherished.She still made him grow hard, just by appearing before him, her Bambi brown eyes wide and trusting, those plump lips, moist and parted; and the body of a Siren.She was hurrying to him, for he always insisted that he met her in the hall before he proceeded to his study. James Schwartz, who had entered behind him, grinned, a debonair older man now, but still strikingly handsomely.Now his friend, murmured gently,“Looks like our hen has something important to say to you, mate,” he said as he grinned at Proserpina, who dimpled at him affectionately.Handsome Schwartz had been his Underboss and best friend for decades now and the mutual respect they had for each other was a sign of their relationship. The debonair Schwartz, who had seen all t
It was dinner time, but the Mafia Don had not arrived. His lovely wife stood, biting her lower lip, glancing at the clock before she turned to her daughter Tara, who was cheerfully munching on a peanut jelly sandwich at the breakfast bar.‘Tara, darling, round up the little ones, please. And Bianca, would you like to help her?”The words were spoken sweetly but Bianca guessed that it was Proserpina’s way of suggesting that she move out of the kitchen and stop behaving like a lost ghost.With a baby latched to her hip, the Mafia don’s wife came forward and gently stroked Bianca’s hair as she said,‘Your men …I will see that they are contacted. But I would like you to stay here for a few days.”And as Bianca opened her mouth to protest, her alarm over Anna overriding her caution, the beautiful woman went on, softly,“I was kidnapped and kept a prisoner for months. Lucien and Melissa’s husband sought me out and brought me back home.”With a soft smile, she took Bianca’s arm, guiding her