Gabriela Perez was an angry woman.She knew she had lost Lucien Delano years ago when he had made it clear that she was just a body to pleasure him; his heart was firmly anchored with his wife, the young woman who had by now, borne him ten children. Her lips twisted in disgust. Ten children. The woman was nothing more than a blo*dy rabbit!But the knowledge that Proserpina Delano was still beautiful, still artlessly alluring, made her want to wring the woman’s neck. She would get her revenge. Lucien Delano had made a huge mistake by upsetting her empire, the one that brought her millions every year, and access to eh good life. He had aided Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just, who had brought down the sex trafficking empire she and her consort, had been running now. She swore as her partner’s brothers strolled in. Enrique had many half-brothers but every one of them knew who was in charge.It was she, Gabriela.She looked across at John Hastings who was stroking her feet tenderly.“Go away
The Masters looked at each other, their chests out in pride, preening. They might be fathers, hot damn, thought O’Grady and chuckled again. Bianca looked from one to the other in exasperation and huffed,“YOU …! Didn’t you hear a word? I said I might be carrying your child…and I most certainly DON’T want it.”The brothers looked confused and contrite. Trying to hide their feelings of hurt, they led her to the bed and seated her between them, stroking her body gently. She noticed caustically that both of them were taking turns to stroke her flat abdomen with reverence.Slapping away their roving hands, Bianca pushed them off and stood up, tugging a sheet around her nakedness.“Get real guys,” she snapped.“I need to do a pregnancy test. “And as they stared at her in puzzlement, she rolled her eyes. Mafia dons they might be, but is some things, they were like clueless bunnies.“You get them at a pharmacist’s O’Grady,” she prompted, trying to hide her irritation. Her Master O’Grady rose
First, they ran into Jamie, who whirled her head around the moment the trio entered the large dining room and St Just thought her nose was twitching like a little bunny,“Which one of them is your husband?” she asked in a stage whisper and Bianca felt her face flame.Dom, who was buttering scones for Rudy and Jamie shot her a dark look and the little girl fell silent.“Mumma married Pappa after Ria and Piers were born,” he snapped shortly and his sister subsided, the look on her face clearly indicating that the wheels in her head were grinding away merrily. St Just thought grimly that Proserpina was going to face the inquisition.Karina waddled in and spotting Bianca, she headed to them at once, beaming as she swept Bianca into her arms.“Congratulations, I say, I think?” she asked, smiling sweetly and the brothers looked at each other gloomily. It was Tara, as always, who sorted out the mess. One look at Bianca’s stricken face and she said, gently,“C’mon guys, let the girl eat.” Th
When St Just regained consciousness, it was to find himself on a narrow hospital bed. Machines were whirring, and there was a loud beeping. He looked down and saw that he was attached to an IV unit. Experimentally, he ran his tongue over his teeth experimentally as he wondered in bewilderment, Where the f*ck was he?He must have made some sound, for a woman in a white uniform poked her head around the screen that separated him from the other occupants and said,“Oh, you’re back in the land of the living, are you?” She beamed at him and went on, entering to check him, take a look at the charts at his feet as she added absently,“There are some people who have been waiting to see you; they have been here for some time now.”With another smile, the large woman strode off and a minute later, the screens were moved again as Bianca rushed in, her eyes dark with worry, telltale tears smudges on her cheeks. She went to wrap her arms around him but a very dishevelled-looking, yet handsome O’Gr
Liam O’Grady was up on his feet at once, fists clenched.“The f*ck do you mean by that?” he snarled, bristling. He was looming over the doctor, his entire body language menacing in nature.Bianca begged him to sit down and he finally sank into the chair, still looking daggers at the doctor. Dr Ramon seemed unperturbed. He had obviously met a lot of distraught relatives. Sighing, he opened a small screen on the wall and showed them the scan results.Bianca’s hands squeezed O’Grady’s large one as she listened in silence, barely aware of the laboured breathing of the man beside her.When he was done explaining , she sat forward and said, “But what did you mean, doctor, by saying, Only If the patient wishes?”Dr Ramon met her eyes and said gently, almost rebuking her for not catching on,“Did Mr St Just tell you of his condition?”His eyes moved from one to the other of the white-faced couple seated before him.the question caught her unawares and she drew a sharp breath.“Why did he hi
The scene at the headquarters of the Delano mob was tense.Piers was listening carefully to the Capo, Philippe, who also to happened to be his brother, when Hila walked in. One look at her husband’s tense face and she strode across to him.She sat down on the side, behind Piers, hand on his shoulder, kneading his tight muscles.“What’s up?” she drawled in her throaty voice, her eyes fixed on Phillippe. The Capo sighed, he was a large man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, a hairstyle his baby daughter thoroughly approved of; she used to tug at his hair and giggle when he pretended to yelp in pain. Now he met Hila’s direct gaze and said,“There’s word on the street, Perez is stirring.”Hila did not flinch.She had also heard that Gabriela was looking to settle scores. The woman was enraged at the part played by her former lover, Lucien Delano and that of O’Grady and St Just, who had brought down her sex trafficking network Now Hila inclined her head, encouraging the Capo to go
Something about his actions made the man lying on the bed struggle to remember where he had seen the orderly before. True, the man was wearing a mask but his movements- they seemed familiar in some way, a negative way.St Just had been sedated the previous night and he knew that his movements were sluggish. But he was alert enough to know something was off, when the man looked over his shoulder in a desperate way, as though he expected someone to barge in any minute and stop him. St Just frowned as he thought of the other nurses who had come in with confidence and had fixed the bag on the IV stand with no hesitation. This man was fumbling and the patient heard him swear coarsely.Not an orderly, definitely not hospital staff.But St Just’s hands were not moving fast enough to keep up with his thoughts which were sending out alarm bells. The man tried to stab the IV bag unsuccessfully with his syringe. He did it three times, getting more and more flustered with each attempt.Now St
St Just had been put on a ventilator as soon as the doctors arrived. When he emerged form the surgery, he was deeply sedated. The doctor surveyed O’Grady and Bianca grimly as he said, ‘We can’t conduct the tests today, I’m afraid.”He sighed and spoke, almost to himself,“It’s out of the question.”O’Grady rubbed the back of his head, pacing wrathfully. Bianca stood, small and silent, staring at the doctor, an unspoken plea in her large, liquid brown eyes.“Let’s wait, eh?” and he clapped Bianca on her shoulder in a fatherly way before striding away.O’Grady came close, muttering things about ‘unfeeling bas*ard doctors’ and ‘blo*dy fool hospitals.’She said nothing, just sank into a seat, leaning back, her small hand over her slightly swollen belly. Bianca imagined she could feel the hardness of her stomach and almost jumped out of her skin as a larger hand descended, clamping down over hers, warm and reassuring.The familiar musk of O’Grady surrounded her as he leaned into her and sa
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