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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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