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
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
The back garden was deserted, and the man who was dragging her along had planned his escape down to the last T.He had however, not taken into account the fact that Jamie had only had one drink all evening. The cautious teen had refused to get inebriated, for she did not want to disappoint her father. So the job of taking her to the waiting car without difficulty was proving to be a huge challenge. The man swore and tried to pick her up, but she wrestled with him, using all her self-defence training to her advantage. But the trained assassin was too much for her. With one hard blow, he felled her to the ground and began to drag her unwilling body.Jamie was struggling for all she was worth. Something was off and she was not about to go without a fight.“You…” she screamed but her voice came out soft, whining. She tried to hang back but the man smacked her across her head, hard. Jamie literally saw stars as she cried out. Once, long ago, when she was a child, an attempt had been made
Jamie felt a little lightheaded as she was firmly guided to another room, down a long corridor. She giggled hysterically as she noticed something odd..She had spotted some women, young women at that, with pacifiers worn around their necks on plastic strings. She stumbled, staring as she wondered why they wore them.“Like babies,” she thought and giggled.The man who was escorting her impatiently looked down at her from a great distance and his voice was loud as he said, in exasperation.“What’s so funny?”Jamie giggled again but shook her head. She felt disoriented but also, vaguely, cheerful. Se kept staring at the man who seemed to be glowing, like an angel.“You’ve got an aura!!!’ she cried in wonder.The man rolled his eyes but continued to tug her along the corridor, his movements getting more agitated as he did so.He ahd a deadline to keep; the car would be waiting outside and he had to spirit this wretched girl away at the earliest. Or Jana Rudenko would eat him for breakfast
Jamie stepped out of the car, having been driven to the door by her father’s men. She beamed at them, for she had known them since she was a toddler. Bidding them goodbye, she said softly,“Thanks,” and then, she was entering the modest house. Music and laughter echoed in the corridor as she hesitated, for she did not know many of the guests, who mostly belonged to the crowd that Sadie currently moved in.Older youths, with long hair and tattoos, girls in the shortest of clothes, their bodies on display as they swung their hips exaggeratedly and walked.For a minute, Jamie considered the option of turning and heading back home. A deep sense of uncertainty swept over her. A sixth sense, like her Mumma called it, begging her to turn and leave before it was too late.When she had been in the protected confines of her old school, she had been cosseted, protected from reality. But Lucien Delano had abruptly announced his decision to shift his children, Rudolph and Jamie, to a school closer
Jamie danced down the stairs and then, hastily sobered as she walked down the passage to her Pappa’s study.She wanted to meet her father, promise him that she would be back soon and then leave. Because she loved, nay worshipped her Pappa; he had always been the star in her life, the only man she had looked up to, the one who never let her down.Her very own Knight in Shining Armour.And now, as she walked, she beamed at her Pappa’s valet, old Gustav, who smiled benevolently at her as he held the door open for her to enter.“Ummm…is he alone, Uncle G?” she asked in a small, diffident voice for she did not want to anger the Boss by going in when his associates were around. The room was inevitably full of cigar smoke and the smell of alcohol when he had guests over and the law that was never to be broken, was that none of the Mafia Don’s women were to be anywhere around at such times. Mumma always obeyed Pappa and so did Jamie and her sisters. Lucien Delano had flown into an unholy r
When Bianca came awake the next morning, it was to the tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee.“Wake up, sleepyhead,” chuckled O’Grady and she blinked. He was shirtless, leaning over her, a tender look on his handsome face.She dimpled.“Quick, to the bathroom, lass,” he chuckled, tugging off the bedclothes and she pouted. His eyes narrowed. Even with the baby bump, Bianca Cruz could make him hard in a minute. In a husky voice, he growled,“Quick, lassie…or…” she giggled and grabbed her nightshirt from the floor as she trundled to the washroom.A few minutes late, she was having a hearty meal of bacon and eggs, scrambled just the way she liked it. Pancakes were stacked on the side and the sight had her waddling across to hurry and eat one. But St Just, who was busy making them, turned and grinned as O’Grady easily grabbed Bianca, restraining her.“I’M HUNGREEEE!” she wailed crossly, glaring at St Just who was obviously enjoying the scene.“So am I, pet,” grunted O’Grady, rubbing
Her Masters were literally over the moon.They held her in their arms, kissing and generally making a fuss over her. Roxanne Piccolo, who had been hovering in the background, softly spoke up,“I’m leaving now, Bianca.”Pushing herself out of the arms of her men, Bianca rose and went to hug Roxanne.“You went to a lot of trouble for me, bae,” she said softly but Roxanne only dimpled shyly.After she had left, with a couple of O’Grady’s men to escort her safely home, Bianca turned to her Masters, leaning against the door, her eyes dancing. She held out her arms to them, appealing and suddenly shy.The brothers exchanged looks. O’Grady came forward and lifted her up in his arms, an arm under her knees, the other supporting her as she wound her plump arms around his neck.“Lead the way, Saint,” declared O’Grady with a devilish grin, pretending to huff and puff as he took the stairs.He deposited her tenderly on the bed and she raised herself on an elbow, as she commanded,“I want you ge
Jamie sat at the table, looking at her father nervously. They were at dinner and Lucien Delano was conversing in a low voice with James Schwartz, seated on his left.Proserpina hovered around, bringing out the dishes, till her husband gripped her wrist and growled,“Sit the f*ck down, Woman. Why do I have a house full of f*cking help ?”Sending him a pointed look for using such language, Proserpina subsided, dimpling at Schwartz, who looked at her, his heart n his eyes.“No mystery about why Uncle James never got married,” thought Jamie drily.She cleared her throat and her brothers, Dom and Rudy, who had also turned up for dinner, looked at across at her in surprise.“Papp…” she began, ashamed to hear the squeak in her voice. But after the evening when he had slapped her, she felt a great deal of fear when she faced her for her intimidating patent. Pappa had such a daunting personality, that people automatically quaked when they saw him, and women swooned. Jamie knew of his legendar
O’Grady was bone tired by the time he reached home that night. St Just had joined him at the flagship Casino, where he had been dealing with a missing sum of money amounting to a couple of millions.The Irishman was furious, to put it mildly.And to top it off, the Home Office people were still on St Just’s back, insisting on checking the loan details for a few months back. The blonde man, his hair tousled and his stubbly jaw making his face look more shadowed yet rakishly handsome, glanced at the Irishman, seated beside him. O’Grady always looked virile, no matter how weary he was and today was no exception.‘Have a fight coming up on Sunday,” mumbled O’Grady and St Just shut his eyes briefly. He felt his brother’s concerned gaze on him,“You ok there, Saint?” snapped O’Grady, ever conscious that St Just had undergone surgery a few months back.His brother smiled and nodded,“Thinking of the Pet, actually,” he grinned and they shared a smile.Bianca was in her second trimester. She h
Jamie Delano soon realised that she was no match for the wily, beautiful Bianca.If she had expected a meltdown because she had deliberately been late, having coaxed her bodyguards to allow her to ride pillion on her old friend’s bike, while they followed her, it had been a stupid thing to do.Now Bianca was flirting outrageously with the boy who had been Jamie’s best friend through school and who was always with her in all her escapades.“Brandon,” snapped Jamie, having had enough of listening to Bianca’s peals of laughter echoing in the café as she leaned in to speak to the smitten Brandon.“Wh…wh…what?” asked Brandon, blinking rapidly, trying to focus on what Jamie was saying.Bianca shot her a look from beneath her lashes, laughing at her, outright.Jamie fumed.She rose abruptly, dumping Bianca’s book satchel that she had been saddled with, unceremoniously on the table.“I think I want to leave,” she snapped. Bianca arched a brow and said in bored tone, ‘Not yet, hon. I haven’t f