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
Simmons was sweating profusely as he replaced the phone. An instruction from the top meant he had to tread carefully. He had to follow orders. Or else… It had been his weakness, his involvement with a woman, that had caused him to be in this unpleasant position today, he thought bitterly. How could he have known, he argued with himself, that a few meetings in a motel room, would bring so much of trouble? Photographs and videos had been sent anonymously to his mail and his phone and he had been alarmed. And the blackmail had begun. Simmons had a wife and three children, a small house which was mortgaged and his wife, Beth, worked as a nurse in the local hospital. She would be livid if she found out. And would leave him, taking the three children, no question about that. It was that knowledge which was breaking him. He did not love his wife anymore, but they lived compatibly enough beneath the same roof; his children were his joy. So he had slipped up; didn’t men do such things? Boys w
He did not want to share, and he squeezed her rounded ar*e, slapping it hard and, startling her as he growled,”Wait till I’m done with you, my greedy little sl*t,” and he bent his mouth to her lips, plump and swollen. His kiss was exacting, punishing and she gripped his hair as she trembled and rode him obediently.O’Grady was forceful and she moaned as she felt him hit a sensitive spot in her, the G-spot, which made her arch her back in helpless surrender. He immediately clamped his mouth on her full breasts, his teeth grazing her nubs and she screamed as she came.He held her waist, his member hard, his balls tightening painfully.Jaysus, but the girl was like dynamite and he could not have enough of her, he thought, unable to tear his eyes off the vision in his arms. His sweaty hands moved over her waist, her breasts and she sobbed.“My name, Pet,” he urged and she flickered a look at him helplessly.“Liam…Maser O’Grady…” and then, her wetness was flooding him, covering his balls
It was business as usual the next morning although Bianca felt sore and well-used. She lay curled on the couch, watching her men leave. St Just left first, kissing her hair before going.“Rest well, Pet,” he smiled, his golden eyes keen as they assessed her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her. They had all had breakfast together, bagels that Barry had got them from a place nearby. And coffee, because St Just had drily declared that if O’Grady was about to make the coffee, he was out of the door. Leaning into O’Grady’s chest, Bianca giggled, her feet tucked under her modestly and the Irishman had pretended to be furious.After his brother left, O’Grady dawdled for a while longer. The sight of the Pet, scrubbed and demure, her long T-shirt reaching her knees, made him want to tarry, to stay with her, and he reached for her again. Bianca looked at him, her soul in her eyes and he felt something, a sudden rush of an unknown emotion.*O’Grady swore as his mouth sought her lips again.F
BiancaShe waited till O’Grady had left, in his usual Alpha male way, she thought with a smile. Stuffing his gun in his holster, looking at her with a wink, then striding out , after bestowing a quick hard kiss on her mouth, leaving behind the aroma of his masculinity and his citrusy cologne.And an aching sense of loss.Bianca stood at the window, watching him leave, getting into the large black SUV that had rolled up to the kerb. And then, he was gone.She decided to go to work. There was no point in hanging around, mooning around like a love sick calf.Changing into a simple shirt and trousers, she dragged on a hoodie and stepped out o the bedroom. Big Barry , who had been watching TV in the front room after O’Grady left, turned to look at her in some surprise.“You feelin’ upto work, kid?” he asked and she dimpled. Getting sick had meant she had got to know Barry and his old lady, Sylvie well.She nodded and shrugged.“I’d get dead bored staying home, Barry,” she said.He studied
O’GradyHe smiled at the buck-naked woman who was lying beside him, trying to cuddle up to him. Barbara Watermann was beautiful, if you took into consideration the fact that multiple surgeries had helped her to continue to look young.Her breasts, small and pert, did not sag, because of surgery, there were no lines on her face, not even laugh lines and O’Grady thought of Bianca, her dimples and her youthfulness. He had ended up in bed with Barbara; naturally, once she figured that he was no longer with Paige Hardy, she had been like a homing pigeon, hell-bent on getting him into bed, to trap him into marriage in the future.So when she turned up at his office and dragged him out for lunch he had not resisted her strongly when lunch had ended up as a bedtime thing. St Just had not been there and he had not sounded too keen on meeting Barbara for lunch. And the woman in question had also been disinterested in seeing St Just. He was too damned cold and all seeing at times, unlike O’Grady
St Just looked up as his brother walked in.He had been working, frowning over some calculations that had just come in. Something was wrong again. They were expanding at the rate of knots, buying up a new place in Hollowford and now, this. He tapped the paper thoughtfully. He would get a copy of this, run it through with Bianca and decide what to do. But something about his brother's demeanour was off.Looking at O’Grady, he sighed. The man was such a softie when it came to women. He had been to lunch, presumably, with that shark, Barbara Watermann. Finn St Just had taken an instant dislike to her and after one session of f*cking her along with his brother, he had stopped. He made polite excuses and refused to join them. He knew a woman with an agenda and if O’Grady was stupid enough not to see it, well, what could one do?The woman had made it clear. Once she was Mrs O’ Grady, the wife of the most powerful man in this part of the woods, she would see that St Just was booted out. As s
O’Grady was pacing up and down, shirtless. His muscular physique with the wiry dark chest hairs, made him look like a superb specimen of a male animal, thought St Just who was watching him. The blonde sibling was lounging on the bed, also shirtless, but he appeared to be cool as always.They were waiting for their Pet, hoping against hope that she would be able to sneak out from next door while her sister slumbered on.Unlike his Irish half-brother who looked like he was about to explode.“Do you think she’ll come?” asked O’Grady, looking towards his brother like a hopeful puppy and St Just grinned.He wasn’t happy but the expression on his brother’s face made him think; Liam O’Grady might be a feared Don in his circle, a killer, an excellent pugilist, a sharp businessman…But little Bianca Cruz seemed to have reduced him to a love-sick puppy, craving her love…Finn St Just sat forward as the thought struck him. He frowned at his brother.“Are you in LOVE with our Pet, O’Grady?” he as
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