Bianca opened her mouth in an involuntary O as the cab swept up the long curving drive and pulled up at the entrance. Shangri La was all about flashy, in your face, alright. But the place also exuded a grandeur, an opulence that left her gasping. Money had flowed in copious quantities, obviously, she thought as she stepped out when a door attendant rushed to open the door and helped her out. It was opulent, it was the playhouse of millionaires. And tonight, little Bianca Cruz, was here, invited by none other than the wife of the man who owned this fantastic place.Serena was standing beside her, an amused, indulgent smile playing about her beautifully shaped mouth as she watched Bianca.“I know, ‘ she said smiling,” it’s extravagant, but a once-in-a-lifetime experience to visit.”She turned away but Bianca heard her softly whispered words,“And stay to play…”Her brow crinkled in confusion but Bianca managed to keep in step with the taller woman as they entered. The inside was equally
Piers Delano was dancing with his wife, Hila Zaidi. They moved their bodies slowly, pressed to each other. She was as tall as him, and his lean body thrummed with passion as he held her close, inhaling her scent. She had been watching O’Grady push his way across to the door through which Serena had led the little girl the Irishman had been sharing with his brother.Her brow arched as she said,“He looks like he wants something, Piers.” Her husband smiled his handsome face with the blonde hair that was always falling on his forehead, flopping across it now, making him look boyish. Hila looked at him steadily, tracing his strong features with her eyes silently.She loved him with all her heart, this young Mafia Don of hers, who was as ruthless as his father but gentler too.He loved her, he thought again as she held his gaze steadily. Her eyes narrowed as she said,“Whatever, Pretty Piers. But no more kids, ok?”He threw back his head and roared with laughter. She had known what he w
Bianca stood, pole axed, staring from one to the other of the men she loved with all her heart. They had pre-empted her. She had been about to ask them to back off, to ask them to make up their minds about the relationship they wanted with her. And now, they had gone ahead and PROPOSED?O’ Grady looked aat his brother uneasily.Why was she hesitating at all?St Just took a step closer.“If it’s time you need, sugar, we will wait.”And O’Grady rumbled,“We are going to wait. You can take as much time as you want.”And then, he added, sheepishly,‘But may be not so long. A man would like to start a family, you see.”Both St Just and Bianca turned to look at him, horror and stupefaction on their faces.“ What did you…” began Bianca as St Just turned away and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes rolling. Typical of O’Grady, he thought. Stepping in and putting his big foot where his mouth should be!But Bianca was laughing, suddenly, peal after peal of tinkling laughter. She leant back a
Liam O’Grady was beaming as Claude Delano strode over.“What’s up bro?’ grinned, the Delano scion, his wide handsome face breaking into a knowing smirk,‘You look like the one…: he winked as O’Grady chuckled heartily.“I love that lass,” growled O’Grady, shedding his normal reserve when it came to discussing the women he was bedding.“She’s the one for me. For us.” Claude’s eyes widened at the prospect of sharing a woman for life. He glanced uneasily at Karina who turned and shot him an icy stare as though aware of his thoughts. he shook his head. If he tried that with Karina, he would be playing Russian Roulette.Or looking down the wrong end of a loaded gun, with his father at the other end. He swallowed his drink quickly, the very thought of his Pappa’s wrath making him sweat nervously.“Man, you got a fight on Friday, remember?” he reminded the Irishman who was feeling very benevolent at the moment as he watched Bianca on the dance floor with St Just.‘Ah, I’ve got this,” said O
In the car, as they drove back, with her Masters on either side of her, Bianca could feel the tension oozing out from them. Both men were as tense as tight violin strings, she thought distractedly.She shivered and buried her face in St Just’s jacket. He glanced down and wrapped her in his arms, meeting O’Grady’s eyes over the top of her head.O’Grady mouthed soundlessly,“BED.”St Just nodded, kissing the wild brown curls.They had returned to the villa she had stayed in when she first joined them, a palatial bungalow, with top-notch security.The Masters had wanted to ensure that she was safe, with them. “No more pussyfooting” as O’Grady had said bluntly, “She stays with us.”They led her upstairs, stripping her gently. She looked from one to the other as they kissed her, passing her to each other as they stripped, silently.Then, they were in bed.“On your hands and knees, my love,” growled O’Grady softly, his erection in his hand as he looked at her rounded body lovingly.She smi
Bianca came awake , a feeling of panic growing in her heart and she sat up, her long brown hair a tousled mess. She looked around her. Gradually she settled, taking deep breaths of relief.Of course, Bianca told herself, she was with her Masters!She was in the huge bed; in the villa she had visited once long ago. She could hear O’Grady singing lustily, but dreadfully offkey from the shower and she giggled. He sang atrociously but he sang anyway.With a dimpled grin, she walked across and pushed open the washroom door. He was waving an arm as he scrubbed shampoo on his hair, and she grinned as she stepped in behind him and clasped his strong waist, her small hand sneaking to his member.O’Grady grunted in surprise, then, shipping his head around, he growled,“Ah, Pet.”And then, kissing the tip of her nose, he asked softly,“Are you alright?”She met his eyes and felt her heart turn over. He wanted to know if St Just and he had been too rough on her. Shaking her head, she kissed his
When the Mafia Don got home, his Woman was awake but very anxious. The youngest twins were ill, seriously so and she was too caught up with them to do more than exchange a quick kiss, hard, brief and possessive, on her husband’s side, before returning to her sons. The infants were close to three years now, and generally behaved like young Dons themselves, trying to boss their nurses about. But when they fell sick, went back to being babies, insisting on having their mother beside them.I’ll tell her about Gabriela later, thought the Don as he stretched out on his huge bed, wishing Proserpina was beside him, her warm, fragrant body cuddled against him…*Serena came over in the morning, and Bianca threw her arms around the flame-coloured headed woman, much to Serena’s surprise.O’Grady wanted to leave for his casinos and his practice, for the date for the fight was looming alarmingly near.Now that her university was due to open in a couple of weeks, Bianca was excited to begin her new
Serena Kingston glanced over at Bianca Cruz who had been brought to the Delano mansion after the attack on Proserpina Delano.All hell had broken loose at the soup kitchen premises. The mysterious woman named Gabriela, who had brazenly breached their security detail and threatened and harmed the Mafia Don’s woman, had not been apprehended. The feeling that a contingent of bodyguards could afford protection to the woman the Don held precious, was proved to be a myth. Serena had darted around, trying to find the elusive woman who had vanished so suddenly.But to everyone’s shock, Gabriela Perez had disappeared, blending into the people milling around, waiting for hot food.In some way, she had succeeded in eluding them. Her disguise the hoody she had been wearing, had been found dumped in the river nearby.Proserpina had been shaken, but Serena suspected that it was fury tinged with nerves But her anger was apparent. The Don had been alerted and the unfortunate security man who had ac
Jamie collapsed on the chair, with a howl.“You don’t talk of our Mumma like that, do you hear?” Tara hissed, shaking her sister’s slight shoulders in rage. Louis was beside his twin at once, pulling her off of Jamie.But one look at his Woman’s face made the Don livid. Lucien Delano’s face was like granite.“Enough,” he said, his voice cold and low,” Your Mumma is to be addressed with respect. She has gone through hell for you, and all of us so I’ll be damned if you speak of her in that way, is that clear?”Proserpina walked out, hiding her tears.Danielle sighed as Grace went after the Don’s Woman, her face rigid with concern.“CAPTAIN DAVIS HAS MOVED ON, HE’S IN LOVE WITH DU BOIS!” shouted Jamie in a shrill voice, and as she turned to flee, she spat, “And it’s all thanks to my family!”She pushed past her brother fiercely as she ran out of the room, sobbing dramatically. Claude had been struck dumb; he was always overwhelmed when people in his family raised their voices. The peopl
Proserpina walked into the dining room, her face stained a delightful pink, hoping to God that her clothes were not too crumpled. Lucien had been invited to a dinner at the Senator’s house this weekend and she had gone out and bought a gown for the occasion along with Melissa Lord. Danielle Eton had turned up for lunch with her partner Grace after a long hiatus, following an ugly incident where she had been shot.Lucien had taken one look at the gown when he entered unexpectedly as Proserpina had been trying it on in their bedroom and he had been on her, like a lusty bull. Now she caught the end of an animated conversation that her sons, Claude, Louis and Rudy were having with Tara. Her daughter’s twins were crawling on the patio under the supervision of old Bea and a couple of maids.“…Mick Jagger …” Claude’s bellowing voice greeted her and she stopped, as she took in the scene. The boys were sitting on chairs, lounging on the patio, munching the cookies she had baked the day befor
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