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
St Just flinched and O’Grady’s mouth opened in a soundless whistle. Little Proserpina Delano had put all her rage and all her strength into that one blow and the Mafia Don, taken as he was by surprise, reeled back in shock. He let out a string of coarse oaths that made O’Grady hang his head in shame to hear it.Then, the Mafia Don grabbed his Woman, gripping her hands behind her back as he held her, to his chest facing him, and roared,“EVERYONE OUT!!!” And as his sons hesitated, he thundered, hauling his wife into his body purposefully, even as she continued to struggle,”GET OUT OF MY F*CKING ROOM, DAMN IT, YOU MOTHER F*CKIGN BAST*RDS.”Proserpina shut her eyes and shuddered. He was in a fury but she was also incensed at how his old lovers regularly turned up like bad pennies. She had been through a lot for this man but this, today, had been something like a tipping pointAll of a sudden, the fight went out of her and she said in a weary whisper,“Please, listen to your father. P
The Irishman was the first to come awake; his phone was ringing and he opened an eye and scowled, scratching his stubbled jaw as he glared at the phone. Who the f*ck was calling him at this time of the night? he thought grumpily, reaching for it.Bianca was nestled between them and sleeping like a baby.O’Grady took a moment to look at her, her soft features and parted lips making him long to feel her, to take her once again. But the phone was continuing to ring stridently.Scowling, the Irishman picked it up.Then he yelped as he read the message which had popped up and St Just who had come awake too, was lying with an arm thrown around Bianca’s waist.Now Finn St Just raised himself on an elbow and frowned at O’Grady in consternation.“What the f*ck is it, bro?” he demanded, sitting up.“Claude f*cking Delano wants me down in the basement gym for a practice fight.” cried O’Grady, leaping up and pulling on his trousers, the ones he had discarded on the floor the previous night. St
Piers sat back, his head aching. His father could still throw a fantastic punch, even at this age, that was something he could vouch for, he thought grimly. Hila strolled into the room, puffing away on a cigarette. It was a habit she indulged in whenever she was stressed and seeing her husband face off with the Don had made her furious.She was like a coiled spring, he thought drily as he leaned his ahead back against the head board and watched her, his eyes glinting as she came forward.Hila crushed out her cigarette , knowing how Piers hated her smoking and climbed into the bed with him, stripping off her thin shirt and straddling him as she leaned down to kiss him. He grunted as he gripped her waist and hoisted her, posing her over his hard, thick erection. The woman only had to flick an eyebrow at him and he was lost, he thought wretchedly, as he kissed her, their mouths fusing passionately.She shrugged out of her bra, all the while her tongue tangling with his and pushed his sh
Bianca kissed her Master, loving the way his warm arms went around her.“Naughty girl,” growled St Just hoarsely, “I need to punish you, I think.”She dimpled excitedly, her eyes dancing in mischief.She loved it when she had worked St Just into a state where he felt he had to administer punishment.She was really becoming a depraved sl*t, she thought with a giggle.They had just had a cup of coffee, brought to their rooms and were still waiting for O’Grady to join them. He had not returned from his early morning bout of boxing.Bianca had apparently displeased St Just by climbing onto his lap and kissing him in full view of the gardeners who worked on the lawns. None of the men had glanced their way but St Just’s c*ck had reared up when she wriggled her full butt on his lap and had then danced away, laughing.Now, after chasing her around the bedroom, as she giggled, he lay, panting hoarsely, tracing her features tenderly.“Little Pet, you displeased your Master,” he said, trying to
Bianca’s examination came back with no untoward discoveries. She was fine, the doctor assured them, save for a sprained wrist and a few scratches and cuts to her hands. But apart from the abrasions, she was good to go, as the cheerful doctor declared. Besides, most importantly, the baby was fine. O’Grady sighed in relief and looked at his pet. She was yawning widely and he felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her. Bianca had been planning to go down to meet her sisters and stepmother, Heather, the next day; she had told them about her pregnancy and Heather had at first been a little perplexed and not so happy.But later, mainly due to the influence of her daughters who thought that Bianca was the coolest person on earth, she had come round. Besides, there was also, as Bianca declared archly, the way Bet and Anna tended to regard O’Grady. In their teenage gaze, he was like a superhero who might just sprout wings and fly out the window, Bianca said drily. The adulation was h
Proserpina looked across at the doorway, sighing. She was in the enormous nursery at her mansion, beside Piers’ two sons, one on her lap, cuddling her, his thumb in his mouth, the other, Luc, already asleep. Her own sons, Gabrielle and Alexander, were giggling as they made funny sounds, mimicking the characters in the book she had been reading to them.Tara’s babies were also asleep, as was Claude’s little girl. Ria’s little one was also sleeping peacefully.Camille said with a huge grin, “Full house, tonight,” before she headed downstairs to bed. Proserpina had been worried when Hila had come to her to ask her to keep her sons here. “Where they will be safe,” she had said.That had been after Piers had gently informed his mother that Hila was leaving to scout for the person who was behind the deaths of so many of the Mafia Don’ associates. Placing his hands on his mother’s shoulders, Piers had looked at her tenderly and said,“We’ll all be safe, Mumma. And don’t fret.”The air seeme
Jana Rudenko looked around herself. She had landed in the United States under the guise of a woman who was part of a group tour, complete with falsified documents and a fake passport. She even had a fake husband along for company, a man who had once been a killer but now served her as her bodyguard.The fictional Mrs Liga Edgars, for that, was the identity she had taken for herself, also had a story to back her up. She had been a dour-faced widow who had been coerced to go on the trip by her children, with her newlywed second husband. But Jana had stepped in and stolen the real Mrs Edgar’s identity after having gotten rid of the real lady in question. Mrs Liga Edgar had been of Belgian ancestry, as her passport said, Now the false Mrs Edgar looked around as she accompanied the other eager tourists who were heading to the terminal.She hung back and her fictional husband, the good Mr. Edgars, slowed down too.“Stay with me,” she commanded in a low voice and he nodded. They joined t
Bianca was beside the window overlooking St Just’s bed, her eyes intently fixed on his as his lids fluttered. She looked around to her other lover, Liam O’Grady who stood behind her, hands in his pocket, his jacket open as he studied his brother’s pale face.They were on the other side of the thick glass pane.“He’s…getting better, isn’t he O’Grady?” she asked tremulously and he smiled tiredly. Now that his brother was in hospital, O’Grady spent most of his time shuttling between the casinos, the loan offices on High Street and the hospital. He looked forward to seeing Bianca at the end of the day, to fold his arms around her and be enveloped in her embrace, her lips on his.But this evening, the doctor had looked a little tense when he came to the hospital.“He’s contracted an infection,” the doctor had said grimly and went on,” We need to shift him.”And at Bianca’s alarmed look, he added kindly,“To the ICU, young lady.”Bianca had slumped down on the seat, close to tears and O’Gra
Many years agoFather Pavel Rudenko looked at his sister who was weeping wretchedly. The brothers had gone to meet their newly widowed sister. As a man of the cloth, the Monk had accompanied Dmitri Rudenko. “Take my son, take this monster, my brother,” she had begged with hands clasped before her, as she wept,“I cannot handle him anymore…”Her husband had been an abusive man; the boy was following in his footsteps, a cold-hearted brute who was terrorising his mother and sister.The Monk had stood silently and looked at his nephew, the son of his only sister, a half-sister, but still, his blood. Dmitri Rudenko had walked to him, gripping his chin firmly and he studied the teenager.“Duska?” he had queried and the boy had looked at the sinister-looking man, slim as a reed, with his menacing eyes.“Yes, uncle,” he had said, a feeling of exhilaration arising in him.That was how he had been left in the care of Dmitri Rudenko, the man who was regarded as a dangerous warlord, a gun-runne
Danielle, thought Proserpina as she sat in the large limo gliding over the streets silently, covering the distance as soon as possible. The woman who had seen her from the time she was the young, naïve, innocent mistress of Lucien Delano; the one who had become the bulwark of her life at a time when Proserpina was torn between leaving the Mafia Don for good…Proserpina had been with her Mafia Don when the call from Louis had come. The Don’s demeanour had altered in a flash.He had pulled her into his arms and growled,‘I have to leave, Woman. Danielle…” Breaking off, he had been scowling as he turned to make a call to Schwartz on the intercom, for James Schwartz had a set of rooms, a suite of his own, in the Delano mansion.But Proserpina’s small hand on his arm arrested him.In a firm voice, she said,“I’m coming too.” He swung around to slam her, to insist she stay home. But the determined look on his little Woman’s face made him stop. His Proserpina had grown, and how!She had be
Perhaps, the relief of knowing that St Just was out of surgery, and more importantly, that he was not going to leave them, added to their excitement.They made it to the bed for O’Grady was adamant, scooping her up in his arms and wrapping her in a towel as he carried her to the bed.“My child will not be manhandled, I refuse to f*ck his mother in the shower cubicle,” he grunted as he laid her down on the bed carefully.Bianca pouted crossly, reaching up to grab his head, and kissing him frantically.O’Grady chuckled as he knelt over her, his powerful arms supporting him as he looked down at her eager, flushed face.“You’re demanding, little Pet,” he teased,” Ask your Master nicely and we’ll see what you get.”She arched her back in response and he inhaled the smell of her arousal, his hard staff, stiff with desire, leaking profusely onto her thighs now.“Ah, Sweet Jaysus,” he groaned and lowered his head, kissing her fiercely, their tongues engaged in a combat that was as old as time
The surgeon stepped out, his face grey and looking exhausted. Six hours had elapsed. He stood and looked at the sea of anxious faces, Bianca in her lover’s arms, clutching him tightly, almost afraid to breathe.The surgeon smiled tiredly.“ It went off well. St Just’s out of surgery.”Disregarding the look of horror on his face, O’Grady strode over and enfolded the man in a bear hug.Bianca was sobbing in relief, her arms around Rani and Serena as she wept in abandon.They helped her to sit down, and she held her face in her hands, saying over and over again,‘Thank you, God, thank you…!”Rani knelt down on the ground before her and said in her heavily accented sweet voice,‘Here, drink this, drink some water, Bianca.”Serena was on the seat beside her, holding her shoulders.The Delano boys, Claude, Louis and Dom were beside the overwhelmed-looking doctor.‘He’ll still need rest, a lot of rest,” warned the surgeon before he managed to walk away.O’Grady’s eyes were shining with tears
When St Just was being wheeled into the surgery, both his loved ones were with him. Bianca and O’Grady had arrived at dawn and stood, holding his hands as they waited for the nursing staff and doctors to arrive to take him in for his early morning surgery.“It might take some time,” the doctor curtly stated as he strode to the theatre, once St Just had been wheeled away.Bianca’s face whitened and O’Grady held her as she seemed to sway. But her hands gripped his arm and she stood stiffly.“I’m ok,” she said softly and he studied her face carefully.Louis Delano and Serena Kingston came down the corridor, hurrying towards O’Grady and he smiled slightly. Claude Delano was not a man who believed in early mornings. But Louis and his lover had come to hold the fort.Serena and Bianca hugged effusively and Serena asked her in a low voice if she was up to some food.“Mumma rose early, well, she always does, and fixed some buns for you, the both of you,” She smiled as she produced a large pap