The brothers make an unlikely pair.
Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just. Sharing the same father. & Their father, Sean O’Grady had been a small-time Irish gangster who fell madly in love with a hooker who had run away from France. Elyna St Just charmed him and he followed her about, besotted, while Sean’s loyal wife, Maggie, waited for him. But the French woman grew tired of him soon. Seven months after Elyna St. Just had delivered his son, she disappeared. Humiliated and repentant, Sean had brought his little son home, to his wife, Maggie. She had stormed at him, thrown him out of the house, wept and wept. But being the large-hearted woman she was, Maggie O’Grady had made Sean swear upon his sons in church– for her own Liam was just a baby- that he would never have another woman in his life. And being the good Catholic that he was, Sean had kept his word and remained faithful to her till the day he died. He had concentrated on expanding his power, and had become a popular mob Boss by the time he died, a peaceful death no less, Maggie had accepted Finn St Just, for the boy had kept his mother’s name, and loved Finn like her own son. And Sean had trianed his stwo ons in the ways of the world of crime. From his humble beginnings in a trailer park, Sean had set up a mini empire by the time he breathed his last. But his sons, particularly Liam, had carried his legacy to even further heights. Liam O'Grady ensured tht he was the unchallenged King of the East, along with his fatihful brother, Finn. & Now Finn watched his brother speculatively. Despite being teh older sibling, he took his lead from Liam, who was always one step ahead of everyone else. & In appearance, they were quite different. While Liam took after his Irish mother, with black hair and bright blue eyes, Finn had inherited his mother’s coloring. His eyes, the golden orbs that drove women mad, were only one feature that set him apart from his sibling. He was taller and unlike the stockier Liam, he was leaner, but both the brothers were packed with muscle. Liam was a gangster, cloaked under the guise of a realtor and a loan shark. But his excessive energy found an outlet in fighting; underground fight clubs were his ‘scene’ as he told Finn. He was also a businessman, brilliant to a fault whereas Finn was the muscle of the setup. With his violent temper and fierce, handsome looks, people automatically obeyed the towering Finn who seemed to be carrying a burden of anger around him constantly. His aggressiveness was unleashed upon the hapless submissive who he and his brother chose but even as he whipped them, they screamed for him to take them. Yes, women loved Finn. But then, they also loved the suave, charming Liam. Together, the two brothers had run through most of the women in Hunters Wood. He knew that he did not have the razor-sharp acumen of O’Grady but he had the undying loyalty of his troops, the men who worked for the O’Grady mob. And, most importantly, the brothers had a deep, unshakable bond. Both of them had discovered, early in life, that they were Doms, alpha males who enjoyed subjugating their partners. And the common bond only meant that they shared everything. Including their women. * The brothers shared a liking for women and had long ago discovered that they enjoyed having the same submissive cater to their needs. Helen Douglas, who had been the latest in a long string of subs, had fitted the bill nicely but she had begun to grow needy and Finn had suspected that Liam was about to send her packing. Now he looked at Lam who turned, his blue eyes sparkling as he drawled, “Finn my lovely brother, don’t you think we should get ourselves a new woman?” &&& Bianca Cruz The building looms in front of me and I stand in the rain, shivering in the cold as it whips around my legs. My jeans, my best pair, are already wet and I know that I look like a soaking wet kitten. I know I feel like one. Miserable and cold. And scared. So very scared. *** Pressing my lips together, I take a step forward then another. Then the doorman, who gives me a quick up and down look, lets me in, his face reflecting his incredulity though he hides it as he asks, politely, ‘Are you here to see Mr St Just? Or Mr O’Grady?” I dredge up a half-hearted smile. As I meet his eyes, pushing my damp tendrils of brown hair away from my face. The hoodie is damp too, I think, clutching my old umbrella and blurt the first name that comes to my mouth. “Ummm…Mr St Just.” I say. He does not look deceived but he lets me in. probably out of pity, I think. & I can see the thoughts racing through his mind as I step into the wooden floored foyer and stop awkwardly. The doorman’s face seems to say, What does this bedraggled teenager, with her wet hair and old, pitifully poor clothes, want to do with a loan shark like Finn Walker? I square my shoulders and pop my wet umbrella into a place where there are other dripping umbrellas. Then I march to the reception determinedly, pretending to know what I am about to do. It is only the memory of my younger sisters, the twins, Annabelle and Rosemary, their pretty blonde hair and perfect features with sparkling blue eyes, that keeps me going. And of course, the look on Dean Nelson’s face. The leery, ugly look as he ran his bloodshot brown eyes over my sisters and me. His voice, was hoarse and greedy, as he stepped to me, his beer-laden breath almost making me gag as he snarled, “You better rustle up the money, pretty gal. Or your sisters and you are going to be on the streets, sweetheart. Or shackin’ up with me…” He had laughed, a high laugh, like a donkey braying, said my four-year-old sister Rose and I tightened my fists.Stepping to the reception, where a pretty blonde woman, immaculately turned out, with bright red lipstick and heavily made-up eyes, looked through me disdainfully, I said softly, ‘Please, can I meet Mr. Finn St Just?” * The woman behind the desk looked at me like I was something unpleasant that the cat had dragged in. I did not blame her. With my round hips and full chest, breasts straining under the old plaid shirt I had on under the hoodie, I probably looked like a tramp, I thought gloomily. But I straightened up, to my full five feet one inch and met her eyes bravely. She continued to study me balefully and then, in a cheesed-off voice, she asked, “Do you have an appointment?’ My heart sank. Shaking my head, and biting my lip, I shook my head sadly. “No…but I needed to meet him urgently. Please?’ My brown eyes and full mouth were my best features, my friend, Stacey had once told me. I thought so too and used all my bravado to straighten up and say, “Please, could you fit
There’s a roaring in my ears, for I have not had a thing since breakfast, which was just a sandwich. My breath catches in my throat as I gulp, knowing that I have to say something, have to plead with the man in front of me, to help me to pay off my poor Dad’s bills. For Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just are the realtor giants who are buying every property in sight, turning them into fancy housing estates for the elite. Lavish bungalows in gated societies, with pools huge gyms, movie theatres, and restaurants…the works. And they are also loan sharks… So I want to get them to loan me the money to get out of Dean Nelson’s clutches… It’s become an obsession with me and I have been planning and plotting over the months for this one encounter. Only, with one thing and another, I could not come over. First the oven at the bakery malfunctioned. Then the twins came down with fever… But now, I’m here, finally. And I’m not going away till I get the men to agree to help me. & I look up, wa
By the time I was fifteen, I used to go in and help Dad for he had fired the young man who came in the afternoons, for some inexplicable reason. I helped my father, having watched him back over the years. Old Alice remained but I suspected that she worked for a nominal wage now. Dad’s cake stands became sad-looking and desolate and we had fewer customers. On the home front, Heather was a disaster in the kitchen but luckily, I loved to cook. So I was practically running the kitchen at home as well. This was how I knew that Dad’s finances were in a bad shape for he would ask me to make do with the cheapest ingredients... & One afternoon, I saw him arguing with a man in a cheap suit with a pockmarked face, in the bakery. I had walked back home, for I had to help Dad with the scones that evening. They were arguing and the man was speaking in a loud, threatening voice, “Either you pay up or…” Dad froze when he saw me at the door, my backpack slung over my shoulder, mouth open. The m
I focus on the man who has spoken. He’s sitting, smoke curling from his lips and my heart drops to my stomach. This is the devil alright, and as handsome and evil as one, I think crazily. * The man is dressed to the nines, in a slate grey vest and lavender tie. It would look effeminate on another man, but this man makes it look more masculine. It’s probably the two days' growth of stubble on his strong jaw or the devilish glint in his black eyes. Whatever, he’s all man and I step back, suddenly afraid as I notice the glint of interest in his eyes, which sparkle as they rake my figure and face. “Eh, Finn?’ he asks, swivelling in his chair to take a good look at me, “Who is the little lady?’ I feel my face turn hot with embarrassment, and I square my shoulders. My hair is in a braided chignon at the base of my neck, and I can feel Finn’s eyes on my nape, but he just grunts. ‘Listen to her, Liam,’ he growls. * Liam O’Grady, I think, my heart pounding, he who is regarded as the D
Bianca It was only a lot later that I asked myself why Liam O’Grady had been so curious to know my age.I mean, why would you ask for a prospective employee's age before hiring her?It made no sense.But at that time, I was too overcome to think straight.At that time, I was feeling cold and confused. I was taken aback by the wealth of the people inhabiting those rooms. And I was overwhelmed by the proximity of two men who seemed to send my sexual cravings to never-before-plumbed heights! Liam leaned back and his hooded lids hid his expression, while Finn stood in the background, a menacing presence. I bit my lip and then, as I saw the way Liam O’Grady’s eyes fastened on my plump mouth, I hastily swallowed, cleared my throat and sat up straighter. It only made me come closer to the man before me, his blue eyes, like brilliant stones, locked on me. “Ummm…so, can you help me? Please?” And then, because I was a well-brought-up girl, I added quickly, “Sir?” The groan that came from
Bianca All the way home, in the rattling old bus, I kept trying to figure out what had happened there. I was a mess, my panties were wet and I had actually wanted to get down on the ground and offer myself that rakishly handsome rogue, Liam O’Grady. And to melt in the arms of Finn St Just, surrendering to him completely. Yes, Sir. I had suddenly metamorphized into a seriously horny virgin sex addict! As I got off at my stop, I decided to call one of my best friends to ask about boys and men and what to do…I was clueless. * But when I turned down the road leading to our home and the bakery, for we had begun to stay in the old house, I saw the sportscar that belonged to Dean Nelson, that my father had bought when he was married to my mother. It was tiny but cosy, in my eyes. Shabby but welcoming nonetheless. I ran the rest of the way, my shoulder bag thumping against my hip, fearing the worst, as I breathlessly covered the last few meters. * When I rushed into the front room,
Bianca As I sat there, sobbing at the enormity of what was happening, I felt like doing what my Dad had done; run away and end my life. But …I could not. Heather, for all her sins, was a good soul, kind-hearted and sweet but utterly clueless. And Anna and Rose, my sweet younger sisters, who were five years younger than me, deserved a better life. Nelson would not hesitate to prostitute them, I thought grimly if I was not around. A soft hand on my shoulder made me look up. It was Heather. She sank to her knees beside me, so that we were on eye level. “I’m sorry Bianca,” she said and I melted. I threw my arms around her and wept. “I failed you, I failed my husband, your father. But…I loved him and he never told me…” I pushed away and smiled, “It’s ok, Heather, I’m trying to get someone to help me.” A pair of brilliant blue eyes and a set of tawny eyes flashed into my mind’s eye and I shivered. Heather looked at me in concern. “No, darling,” she said and I felt Rose and Anna
To my shock, Liam O’Grady turned his smile on me but his eyes were …blazing. I stiffened.Job? I thought stupidly. What was he talking about?Had he misunderstood me yesterday?*But my stepmother was gabbing away cheerfully, blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. But then, she was nicely drunk, I thought wearily.Heather, whose hand he had been holding, clasped his with both her hands fervently, as she said, happily,“Oh, Bianca, it’s your lucky phase now, don’t you think so dear!”And she turned to O’Grady, still smiling benignly as she said, clucking her tongue at me with a mischievous smile,“Just yesterday she had a job offer and she turned it down…the naughty little girl!” I whipped my head around t give her a lethal look. Naughty girl indeed, I thought, fuming, and my anger shot up as I saw Liam O’ Grady smirking at me. Finn St Just gave an audible snort and I wanted to die of humiliation.Suddenly Heather saw my expression and stopped. She had figured out, a little
Jamie lay in bed, smiling to herself. She was in love, she thought dreamily, much like all her siblings. And of course, the legendary love affair of her parents. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach, clutching a pillow. Pappa was so in love with Mumma, he would whisk her off to corners to make fierce love to her…Wasn’t that wonderful?And it wasn’t just lust, she knew that. Pappa would give Mumma the world if she just peeked at him from under her lashes, in that adorable way of hers. Jamie had practised that look in front of the mirror and had tried it on her classmates.Boys had fallen over themselves to get her what she wanted when she did that, thought Jamie, smirking.And she just KNEW that her love for Captain Ethan Davis was going to be something like the story of her parents. She giggled and prepared to turn off her light and go to bed. Just then, her phone pinged. She sighed happily, wriggling into a comfortable position as she reached for her phone.This was one thing Pa
Jana Rudenko smiled She now knew what she should do.The fact that the young Delano girl was walking around, visiting pubs and generally behaving like a cheap wh*re, had just made her job easier, she thought sneering.She eyeballed Nico Piccolo who looked uncertain as he sipped his drink.“ Get me all the information you have on that chit of a girl, Delano’s youngest little bi*ch,” she ordered coldly as she stretched out her plump legs and watched the girl at her feet massaging her thick legs.Unlike her brother, Dana had never fell the least bit of interest in sex, in men or women. She was only intent on bringing back the former glory of the Rudenko name.Nico wiped his mouth uncertainly.“Umm…I was…asking…” he began. The plump woman before him, had a hardened look on her flaccid face as she snapped,“Don Piccolo, YOU reached out to me. Not the other way.” She paused as her words sank in.“You wish to take revenge on your little sister who slipped out of your hands before you could
Lucien Delano was lifting the tumbler of whiskey to his firm mouth when his wife stormed in.She looked as tantalizing as ever, the Siren he would never have enough of, he thought, his heart aching, his groin tightening in that familiar way it did when he was near his Woman. She marched up to him and slapped his hand away, sending the tumbler of whiskey flying, to smash into smithereens on the ground. Even as she rounded on him, intent on slapping him, he stopped her. In one move, he overpowered her, gripped her slender wrist and twisted it behind her back, holding her prisoner, forcing her arms in a hold. Proserpina gasped and bit her lower lip, her eyes flashing and he admired her for her strength. He was furious and was hurting her but she did not flinch. Knowing that Gustav was hovering worriedly behind him, the Mafia Don growled,“Leave us, Gustav.” And in a lower voice, “I might need to teach my wh*re a lesson she won’t forget.”Proserpina’s smoky brown eyes widened and she hi
Bianca lay on the bed, waiting for her Masters to join her.She was perfectly fine, she had assured them, dimpling naughtily as they exchanged looks of worry.“You just endured an attack…” began O’Grady, his brow wrinkled in concern but Bianca snorted rudely and grabbing his neck, pulled him down to kiss him. He groaned as he raised his head, his shirt hanging open, the sculpted boxer’s body on display as he growled,“Saint, methinks the little Pet needs to be tamed.”St Just, who was lying on the bed beside Bianca was watching the playful yet intense exchange with some interest. He rolled over and began to pull Bianca’s clothing off. Then, rubbing her rounded belly lightly, he lowered his head to kiss her stomach as he said softly,“We’ll show her what her owners are capable of, eh Irish?”Bianca purred in delight and the men shook their heads in mock exasperation.“Can she be spanked, you think?” O’Grady demanded as he began to tug off his pants, prior to getting on the bed.“When s
Bianca was traumatised this time; her usual fire and peppiness had deserted her. But St Just suspected that it would only be a temporary thing. O’Grady was feverishly pacing outside the hospital room where she was undergoing a thorough check-up.The dapper Irishman raked his hands through his thick black hair and swore repeatedly, a large hand thrust into his expensive jacket. It was dirty after the whole escapade with Bianca’s would-be kidnapper.Now he stopped and turned, his handsome face dark with worry as the doctor emerged. The tall thin woman smiled as she pushed her glasses up her nose.“Nothing to worry about, Mr O’Grady.” She smiled as she took in the faces of the men in the room. Van Dyke had also stayed back to make sure that the love of his friends’ lives was well.The aging doctor, who was familiar with the Mafia and their doings, having been half in love with Lucien Delano in her youth, sighed.“So which one of you is her…partner?” she asked quizzically for Claude Delan
Bianca peered around the corner, from the doorway in the alley she had been hiding in. She could not stand here for much longer, she thought frantically, desperation making her panic.The smell from the dumpster was making her want to throw up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the nausea to pass. Then, her eyes flew open as she heard a voice, the same man’s voice. She had heard him in the shop just now.“She’s got to be in here somewhere, the little f*cking bit*h,” he snarled.She shrank back but it was too late. The men had spotted her in the doorway and with a shout, the tall man took after her as Bianca dashed out, stumbling over cans and other things that lay, discarded on the narrow alley. Once she almost slipped and fell but managed to right herself and kept going. Even as she almost reached the mouth of the alley, a hand snaked out and she screamed for all she was worth.*Proserpina Delano studied her husband through her lowered lashes.Hila Zidi was home, safe and sound, a
The voice that came over the line was an unfamiliar one and he felt his gut tighten as he sat up quickly. Hesitantly, the woman who spoke said in a soft whisper,“Mister Saint?”Finn St Just grunted, sitting up now, apprehension washing over him.“Who is this?” he snapped, his voice hard but he was worrying about heir missing Pet.“I’m Hua Feng,” said the woman, sounded uncertain and more frightened by the minute.As he prepared to slam the phone down, she said in a half whisper again,‘Your Pet said …to say she needs the blanket at half past three.”St Just stared at the phone in his hand.“The f*ck are you…?” he began furiously but the woman had already cut the call.Quickly, he called O’Grady who was unreachable for some unknown reason.With a snarl, he rose to his feet, swearing coarsely at his absent brother.The two sisters who had been appointed to take care of him rushed to him, pleading asking him to get back into bed. But St Just was more than a little ill at ease.Dressing
St Just lay in bed, propped up by pillows, looking out over the pool. He was bored and was eagerly looking forward to seeing their Pet again. She had promised to come over and spend the night here, at the house. He smiled as he thought of her. Bianca Cruz had brought him and his brother, totally Alpha males in every other sense, to their f*cking knees, as it were.She just had to sigh and make an outrageous demand for them to fall over themselves to fulfil her needs.One night, it had been pineapple ice cream and pickles on the side.The next day, she wanted spicy Kimchi and green apples.The list was endless. But between them, the brothers made sure that their little woman was kept happy and well fed.Watching her as she waddled about, her small rounded tummy leading the way, St Just knew that he had signed away his heart forever. In a rare moment of honesty, the brothers had spoken about the paternity of the unborn child.“D’you think our kid will be like you? Or me?” asked O’Grady
O’Grady panicked. He felt as though his heart was slowing down. Claude Delano was speaking to him but the words came from far away and he heard himself hollering,“WHERE’S BIANCA?” Louis Delano shot him a look but continued to drive at breakneck speed.O’Grady was frantic now: he called his men, and then, he called Van Dyke.“Dude, I need you to check…my girl…”He was stumbling over the words, his thoughts going every which way as he yelled,“The guy who was in charge of taking care of her,” From the corner of his eye, he saw that this time Louis Delano was listening intently too as O’Grady went on, hoarse with emotion.“That guy…he’s been hit. And my Bianca… I don’t know where she is…”O’Grady swallowed. His voice was breaking with emotion. F*ck, if anything happened ot her…The silence on the other end was broken by a series of curses.“Let me get on it,” growled Van Dyke in his gruff voice.*Bianca had been waiting for ages now.The fact that Big Barry was not around was beginnin