MasukBianca and her Masters had settled to dinner at a table at the swanky restaurant, which was called Captain’s. It was one of the nine in-house restaurants within the Shangri-La grounds.It was also the latest one, started by Dominick Delano, and Bianca knew the young man desperately wanted it to succeed. During a casual conversation, Serena Kingston spoke about how Rani and Dom were anxious to see that the Mafia Don appreciated how hard Dom was working to get a name in the field of restaurateurs.The Mafia Don had been openly sceptical, scornful even, of his son’s choice to branch out and perfect his culinary skills, as opposed to his other siblings, who had all been absorbed into the Delano mob, in some way or the other.While Louis and Rudy were the enforcers, bringing justice using their fists, the Capo and Jack Lord were also equally involved in the mob business.As for Ria, she was in charge of the accounts for all the operations under the Delano umbrella, and Jamie was also waiti
The Delanos did not celebrate.Just another quiet, if you could call the shrill sounds of children scampering, of babies wailing and of laughter as the siblings sat at the large dining table , with their spouses and partners, sharing a meal. Silence only descends upon the room when the Mafia Don walked in, his grey head and his keen look going across the room, searching for his Woman.“Woman!” he bellowed, displeased at not seeing her and Tara sighed as she rushed in from the kitchen.“Mumma’s just plating your favourite dessert, she’ll join in a minute,” she explained to her clearly disgruntled father.Proserpina emerged a minute late, her face flushed and pink, dressed in a simple Indian outfit.He took a sharp breath as he studied her, rocking on his heels. Proserpina had the kind of beauty that does not need anything loud.She was dressed for comfort, but there’s an instinctive elegance in the way she carries it.A soft, well-worn cotton kurta in a muted shade of dusty rose fell l
Roxanne worked in the room, which she had converted into her studio, humming softly. Her lover, the Iceman, as they called him, was expected to come late that night, and she was due to finish a huge contract she had landed a few weeks ago. But somehow, as she told him, her hand on his chest as they lay side by side at night, ‘the Muse’ seems to have deserted me, Daddy…”Van Dyke, who had been threading his large, thick fingers through Roxanne's lovely brown hair, which spread across the pillow now, grunted.“I’ll bring the muse back, babydoll,” he promised and rose to pad across to the dresser. She rose on an elbow and watched him; his figure illuminated in the moonlight. Roxanne sucked in her breath. Van Dyke was a magnificent specimen of a male, and he was deeply, totally in love with her. She sometimes wondered what she had done to be so lucky. Because any wish of hers, even the slightest, was met at once.Now he pulled out a small box from the drawer and turned, the shadows of hi
Serena Kingston wanted a small, simple wedding at a church.Not that Louis was religious, anything but, eh had told her, but he was going along with her, for as he said, his hand on the still flat stomach,“Baby, you’re carrying the next Delano, and we want to keep his Mommie happy.”They had been having a quiet dinner at Dom’s house and Bianca, sitting between her Masters, had choked on her fruit juice as Roxanne leaned back and rolled her eyes. Serena had blushed crossly, and the soon-to-be-married couple had begun a mock argument, until Louis threw up his hands in surrender.Roxanne, to Bianca’s astonishment, had been mulling over whether she needed to get married at all. As she said, leaning her head on Van Dyke’s broad shoulder,“A piece of paper does not really matter to me. I mean, my Mamma loved my Pappa. And they were never married.”Straightening as Van Dyle pulled her onto his lap fondly, she carried on,“I don’t seek that validation. I already love him…”She turned to wind
When Bianca walked into the gym, she was nervous. She knew that the Irishman would be at it, punching the bags with all his power, for O’Grady took his sessions seriously. Laid back as he generally appeared to be, with his dash of personality, his rakish charm and general air of insouciance, he still remained deadly serious about his workouts.Despite her bravado, she was more than a little squeamish about her appearance.When she looked at herself in the mirror, her heart sank. The Masters might try to brush it off, do their best to convince her that she ws just a tad plump, but the reality was something totally different, she thought grimly.Well, she told herself as she stoically pushed open the doors to the basement gym and walked in, better to begin now than leave it for later.Later would mean a few more pounds to burn off. *It was the smell that hit her when she walked in. The smell of leather, iron, and old sweat.When she pushed through the heavy door, the noise of the spee
The next few days were the happiest in Bianca’s life. She had her two children, both from her Masters, and she thrived on the love and affection she was receiving. True, at times, a niggling doubt raised its not-so-inquisitive head and demanded to know how she would explain away the fact to her two children when they were old enough.For Bianca knew in her heart, that her Masters would never let her leave.“We’re sailing into our forties, lass,” the Irishman had reprimanded her tenderly as she lay, her chin on his chest, her eyes on him as her head buzzed with questions.“I’m fat,” she declared, stating a fact, and St just, lying on the other side, grunted and tugged at her waist, softly kneading her flesh.“You’re exactly what we want, Pet,” he mumbled, for they had been making fervent, wild love and Bianca’s a*se was still tanned red with the stripes from his cane.Not that she minded.On the other hand, she embraced this side of her Master's.To say nothing of her own, abandoned si
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
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
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 whe
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







