LOGINSnake stepped back into the shadow of the alley he had been standing in, watching Bianca. Waiting for an opportunity.He guessed that Bianca was beginning to feel spooked. The misshapen man dressed in a long coat and wearing sunglasses and a hat chortled silently when he saw how Bianca looked around, nervousness written large on her face.A homeless man who was searching for food in the large dumpster behind him shot him a searching look before the man turned back to rummaging in the bins.Snake had managed to find out where they were headed next, and he followed their car discreetly, his loyal driver keeping a careful distance between them to avoid anyone suspecting them of tailing Bianca’s fleet of cars. Alex Van Dyke was very protective of his little wife and children, and when they went out, he ensured that a handful of bodyguards rode along with them and followed in a car. Since this time, Bianca Cruz was also along; her Masters had also provided the necessary guards for her pro
Bianca had no idea, but she had a real reason to be frightened. Snake had been watching their every move; his attention was entirely focused on Bianca. Somehow, she was the centre of his undisguised hatred. He needed to kill her, he told himself. The fact that Alex Van Dyke and Roxanne had been the reason for his disfigurement was something his obsessed mind had conveniently overlooked. All his hatred was fixated upon Bianca Cruz, who was preparing for her Big Day.Wythe tried to warn him, attempted to put him off.“Look, Snake,” said Aaron Wythe, his lean, once-handsome face tense as he studied the man sitting before him, the face that was destroyed and definitely frightening in its malevolence as Snake raised his single eye to study him.“Forget that Cruz girl. Jana Rudenko won’t be backing you up there. She’s got bigger fish to fry.”The reality was that the Rudenko woman was finding it hard to survive now, because the Delano mob, under the strong leadership of Piers Delano, was go
Bianca was immediately swept up in the things happening around them. Serena Kingston had given birth to a delightful little baby girl, and Bianca had rushed to the hospital to meet her dear friend.The scene at the hospital filled her with love. Bianca was a born mother, and the sight of Serena, who had undergone such pain, such difficulty, at the hands of the people who would have killed her to teach the Delano family a lesson, was still fresh in Bianca’s mind.Serena had been in a coma for days after the brutal attack she had faced.But now, as he lay, looking pale and yet satisfied, her eyes still red rimmed with exhaustion and with the force of having brought a little squabbling infant into the world, she beamed at Bianca.The infant was in a crib beside her mother, and Louis Delano looked completely different from his usual dapper self. A little girl, her face crinkled and pink, with tufts of red hair on her head.“She’s adorable,” sighed Bianca.He was bending over the cradle,
When they reached their apartment, she was exhausted. But happy.And the Masters held her carefully, like she was made of glass, as she stepped out. It was drizzling, and once they alighted at the entrance, the Irishman swept her up in his arms and carried her inside.“Put me down, O’Grady, “she hissed in embarrassment. Some of the people in the lobby of the large apartment block were watching them in amusement.He laughed softly, the droplets of rain glistening on his black hair .“No, my love,” he growled under his breath.St Just, who was following them, grinned as he joined them in the elevator.“Wedding next week, babe,” he added as the Irishman kissed her on the mouth, and she sagged, her arms going around the Irishman’s neck.Of course, there was no time to relax when they reached their penthouse apartment.The little children went berserk, like they had not seen their mother in years.Meg, who managed to crawl across, hugged her legs and began to wait till Bianca swept her up
The breakfast arrived and was served in style by servers in full uniform. It was, Bianca realised, her mouth falling open in shock, a full English breakfast, as O’Grady had insisted upon them having.He had been rubbing his hands together and grinning down wickedly at her and his brother after he had placed the order. All three of them sported freshly washed bodies; their hair was damp, for all of them had been in the enormous bathtub, which could comfortably accommodate six people.“Why is it so huge?” Bianca had wondered aloud as she lay her head back against St. Just’s chest while O’Grady knelt on the tub floor, lathering her thighs with generous dollops of body wash, scented and heavenly.“The Don has guests who are kinky, lassie,” grinned the Irishman, waggling his brows, and Bianca burst into peals of laughter.“ I believe the old rogue, horny as he is, has inaugurated every room with his gorgeous Missus. F*cked her, I mean,” he added, tickling Bianca’s feet, relishing the look
They had taken turns, switched sides, so that it was the Irishman’s member in her a*se and St Just who was pistoning his member into her pus*y, later on that night. Bianca was delirious with lust as she felt her Masters use her body, always taking care to be gentle to her later, tending to her with love.Taking turns to make sure she was comfortable. When she moaned as she stretched, O’Grady hastened to kiss her and growl,“You okay, Pet?” he whispered hoarsely, his rich baritone full of trepidation.She had mumbled and sighed in pleasure.St Just kissed her and fed her Belgian chocolates and lobster rolls in the middle of the night. At one point, when she blinked and pushed herself to an upright position, wondering how such rich, exotic finger foods had just appeared out of nowhere, O’Grady had chuckled and stroked her back as he said soothingly,“Relax pet. this is Shangri La. And the Big Boss has provided them free for us.”Bianca felt a flash of warmth as she recalled Proserpina D
It was towards midnight the next day when Bianca received a short, one-line text from St Just. Her Masters had kept her informed, all throughout the operation. Cuddling Cian, who had a bit of a sniffle and was generally restless and clinging to her, Bianca turned on the dim bedside light and read t
The narrow alley in the heart of the crumbling Montenegrin neighbourhood was cloaked in shadows, the kind that seem to cling to the walls like old secrets. Cracked cobblestones crunch softly beneath the slow, deliberate tires of a fleet of large black cars, their engines barely above a purr. The le
Serena opened her eyes slowly. She was still too weak to move. Her body ached; her mind was still in a state of fugue. She kept drifting in and out of consciousness.Her mind was in a fog. Thoughts drifted in and out of reach. Where was she? What had happened? Her body refused to move, her arms nu
Once Piers Delano took charge, things moved swiftly.And young Siobhan was also bundled along to the hospital, as someone informed her, despite her reluctance to go along with the strangers.Siobhan Sweeny was flustered. She never let anyone get to her, had never known what love was. As for making







