LOGINBianca slept well that night. her Masters had fed her, cuddled her and held her as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in St Just’s arms. O’Grady lay, his heavy arm draped across her thighs, feeling her snore slightly as she shifted.St Just looked down at Bianca, all his love shining in his eyes as he gazed at her.“I love you, Master Saint,” she had giggled as she kissed his mouth, licking away the last traces of Greek yoghurt from his wide mouth. That had earned her a kiss and O’Grady had sighed long and loud till his brother and their Pet had separated, but continued to look into each other’s eyes, deep and long.Feeling chuffed, O’Grady had turned Bianca ‘s body to his, gently and holding her face between his hands, he kissed her too, their tongues tangling.St Just watched, mildly amused. Was his brother feeling jealous? They had never had such a situation before, and they had had countless women in their beds before. But then, he thought, not one of them had been Bianca Cruz, wi
The Senator had stumbled upon the words that had incriminated him.A paragraph buried deep in an amendment:Personal guarantee in the event of bad faith nonpayment.His phone buzzed. It was probably a donor. He ignored it. Followed by another buzz. It was his chief of staff. Once again, he ignored it, his mind whirling.He sat back, staring at the ceiling, and understood the mistake he had made. Senator Davenport had never imagined that Finn St Just would sell out his majority stake in his business overnight.And of all the people in the city, St Just, the crafty businessman, had sold out to the powerful, untouchable Delanos.The Senator leaned forward as the enormity of the Pandora’s box he had opened, stared back at him, hands in his head.What had he done?Lucien Delano had powerful contacts in every pie. Arms trade, clubs, wherever there was a suggestion of a profit, he moved in swiftly. Worse, brooded the Senator, he had an army of sons, all lookalikes, all hard-boiled Mafia men.
Bianca slept well that night. her Masters had fed her, cuddled her and held her as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in St Just’s arms. O’Grady lay, his heavy arm draped across her thighs, feeling her snore slightly as she shifted.St Just looked down at Bianca, all his love shining in his eyes as he gazed at her.“I love you, Master Saint,” she had giggled as she kissed his mouth, licking away the last traces of Greek yoghurt from his wide mouth. That had earned her a kiss and O’Grady had sighed long and loud till his brother and their Pet had separated, but continued to look into each other’s eyes, deep and long.Feeling chuffed, O’Grady had turned Bianca ‘s body to his, gently and holding her face between his hands, he kissed her too, their tongues tangling.St Just watched, mildly amused. Was his brother feeling jealous? They had never had such a situation before, and they had had countless women in their beds before. But then, he thought, not one of them had been Bianca Cruz, wi
Bianca and her master reached home just as St Just’s car drove up.The tawny eyed man stepped out and was beside the Irishman as O’Grady emerged with Cian in his arms.The drowsy toddler lifted his head and dimpled at his other parent.“Doc says it could be a nasty virus,” growled O’Grady, intent on getting his son into bed.St Just looked at Bianca. She looked tired, but her face was glowing, her plump mouth drooping. He stepped to the Pet and pulled her into his arms, bestowing a soft kiss on her mouth. Her arms went around his waist, and she stayed there for a second, tired beyond words.“Need me to lift you up, cherie?” asked Finn St just tenderly.Her belly was swollen now, and he had a strong feeling that she was due any day now.Gently, he helped her to negotiate the stairs, and they headed to the elevator.Bianca leaned against his strong shoulder all the way up, her eyes half closed with weariness.She had barely caught a wink of sleep the previous night, for Cian had been cr
Aaron Wythe sat, thunderstruck as he stared at the grotesque figure before him, bent and with one malevolent eye glaring at him. His gaze shifted to the man’s hands, gnarled but strong. Wythe gave an involuntary shudder. Snake was a madman. A raving lunatic.His plan was to spirit away Bianca Cruz on the day of her wedding. Bring her here to be tortured and killed in her wedding finery. But the most disgusting part was that Snake planned to kill her and take the baby from her womb.Even Aaron Wythe, pimp extraordinaire and a man who had seen death, had shot and killed before, shied away from such calculated savagery.“But…Snake…” he began, trying to reason with the man seated before him. Snake lunged at him, his rancid breath hitting Wythe with such force, the younger man gagged.“Would you leave me, eh?” snarled Snake, his hands tightening around Wythe’s windpipe.Feebly, Aaron Wythe tried to scratch, to claw at the iron like grip around his throat. Finally, desperately, he banged
Liam O’Grady stormed into the room, looking flustered.“What is it, Saint?” he snarled, the top buttons of his shirt open as he strode closer to his brother’s desk.“I’m in a hurry. Gotta take Cian to the hospital, his fever’s spiking.”Alarmed, St Just leaned forward. Bianca had not told him that,He met his brother’s eyes and said immediately,“Go on, Irish, take our son to the doctor. I can handle this.”O’Grady looked torn for a second. Then he whirled out, for his son, Cain, was topmost priority for him. As he left, he called out over his shoulder,“Keep me in the know, Saint.”*St Just lifted his phone to dial Piers Delano. straight to the top, he told himself. but he knew that he was not just a little scared of Piers.The man, a few years older than Finn St Just himself, was in some ways older and darker in his mind. Like he could see things that ordinary mortals like St Just, could not see.He wavered. But the thought of being forced to shut shop because of a little f*cking i







