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
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
Liam O’Grady is bored. He looks down at the naked woman on her knees before him, a sophisticated socialite he has been shag*ing for a few months now. She is doing a very good job, he thinks, as she wriggles her skinny butt and looks up at him, begging for his approval. She has been a good little sub, he reflects as she sucks him hard, his thick member making her gag but she keeps on valiantly. And also because Liam has his large hand clamped on her head, holding her in place, unable to move. * Her pale behind is streaked with red, welts that his brother has laid across the skinny butt of the submissive they share. Finn St Just is a man who loves to mark his submissives, spanking them, using his belt on them… When she shudders, unable to breathe, Liam strokes her head and she continues happily. As he empties his load into her willing mouth, it’s more of a physical reaction. The desire is not there. With a sigh, he rises, smiling indulgently as she scrambles to her feet and grab
The brothers make an unlikely pair. Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just. Sharing the same father. & Their father, Sean O’Grady had been a small-time Irish gangster who fell madly in love with a hooker who had run away from France. Elyna St Just charmed him and he followed her about, besotted, while Sean’s loyal wife, Maggie, waited for him. But the French woman grew tired of him soon. Seven months after Elyna St. Just had delivered his son, she disappeared. Humiliated and repentant, Sean had brought his little son home, to his wife, Maggie. She had stormed at him, thrown him out of the house, wept and wept. But being the large-hearted woman she was, Maggie O’Grady had made Sean swear upon his sons in church– for her own Liam was just a baby- that he would never have another woman in his life. And being the good Catholic that he was, Sean had kept his word and remained faithful to her till the day he died. He had concentrated on expanding his power, and had become a popular mob Boss b
Stepping to the reception, where a pretty blonde woman, immaculately turned out, with bright red lipstick and heavily made-up eyes, looked through me disdainfully, I said softly, ‘Please, can I meet Mr. Finn St Just?” * The woman behind the desk looked at me like I was something unpleasant that the cat had dragged in. I did not blame her. With my round hips and full chest, breasts straining under the old plaid shirt I had on under the hoodie, I probably looked like a tramp, I thought gloomily. But I straightened up, to my full five feet one inch and met her eyes bravely. She continued to study me balefully and then, in a cheesed-off voice, she asked, “Do you have an appointment?’ My heart sank. Shaking my head, and biting my lip, I shook my head sadly. “No…but I needed to meet him urgently. Please?’ My brown eyes and full mouth were my best features, my friend, Stacey had once told me. I thought so too and used all my bravado to straighten up and say, “Please, could you fit
There’s a roaring in my ears, for I have not had a thing since breakfast, which was just a sandwich. My breath catches in my throat as I gulp, knowing that I have to say something, have to plead with the man in front of me, to help me to pay off my poor Dad’s bills. For Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just are the realtor giants who are buying every property in sight, turning them into fancy housing estates for the elite. Lavish bungalows in gated societies, with pools huge gyms, movie theatres, and restaurants…the works. And they are also loan sharks… So I want to get them to loan me the money to get out of Dean Nelson’s clutches… It’s become an obsession with me and I have been planning and plotting over the months for this one encounter. Only, with one thing and another, I could not come over. First the oven at the bakery malfunctioned. Then the twins came down with fever… But now, I’m here, finally. And I’m not going away till I get the men to agree to help me. & I look up, wa
By the time I was fifteen, I used to go in and help Dad for he had fired the young man who came in the afternoons, for some inexplicable reason. I helped my father, having watched him back over the years. Old Alice remained but I suspected that she worked for a nominal wage now. Dad’s cake stands became sad-looking and desolate and we had fewer customers. On the home front, Heather was a disaster in the kitchen but luckily, I loved to cook. So I was practically running the kitchen at home as well. This was how I knew that Dad’s finances were in a bad shape for he would ask me to make do with the cheapest ingredients... & One afternoon, I saw him arguing with a man in a cheap suit with a pockmarked face, in the bakery. I had walked back home, for I had to help Dad with the scones that evening. They were arguing and the man was speaking in a loud, threatening voice, “Either you pay up or…” Dad froze when he saw me at the door, my backpack slung over my shoulder, mouth open. The m
I focus on the man who has spoken. He’s sitting, smoke curling from his lips and my heart drops to my stomach. This is the devil alright, and as handsome and evil as one, I think crazily. * The man is dressed to the nines, in a slate grey vest and lavender tie. It would look effeminate on another man, but this man makes it look more masculine. It’s probably the two days' growth of stubble on his strong jaw or the devilish glint in his black eyes. Whatever, he’s all man and I step back, suddenly afraid as I notice the glint of interest in his eyes, which sparkle as they rake my figure and face. “Eh, Finn?’ he asks, swivelling in his chair to take a good look at me, “Who is the little lady?’ I feel my face turn hot with embarrassment, and I square my shoulders. My hair is in a braided chignon at the base of my neck, and I can feel Finn’s eyes on my nape, but he just grunts. ‘Listen to her, Liam,’ he growls. * Liam O’Grady, I think, my heart pounding, he who is regarded as the D
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
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
The large sedan was steadily climbing up a hill and she gripped the side of the seat in alarm.He shot her a glance as the headlights cut through the darkness of trees on either side.And then, she saw a gate ahead of them. O’Grady operated the remote control of the gate from the sedan and they swept up a small drive. Bianca looked around herself in alarm. And then she stared in astonishment.Ahead of her was a small house, a white cottage, sitting perched on the hilltop. “What…where?” asked Bianca and O’Grady stepped out and came around to her side, helping her to alight, his hands on her slightly thickening waist.“O Grady?” she asked breathlessly.He smiled indulgently and leaning down, kissed her warmly on her mouth.“Our house, yours, and ours, mine, Saint’s and the baby. And the other babies who will come.”She looked up at him, her eyes misting over with moisture. Bianca Cruz did not react to the last part of his statement for her heart was filled with love for this man.Placin
When O’Grady finally strode into the hospital room, visiting hours were done. But he worked his charm on the nurse at the door, flirted with the receptionist and told the beefy security guard that his pregnant lover was waiting for him in his sick brother’s room. As he strolled along the near-empty corridors, O’Grady reflected on the turn of events in his life. A year ago, he had just gotten Bianca Cruz into their lives; the tumultuous roller coaster ride had just begun and he had had no idea that he would be blown away by that chit of a girl with her lovely doe-like eyes and her curvy body. Now she was expecting their first child and he was trying to do everything he could to keep her safe and happy. Beyond that, his fears for his brother were also growing. The surgeon had been very clear.The removal of the tumor located behind St Just’s eye had a small chance of going off the rails. “In which case,” the man had said in his clipped tones when O’Grady met him without Bianca beside
It had been a very relieved Wasim who was dragged out from the elevator, bruised and moaning, threatening to bring the law against the good ladies who looked flushed with pride.“I know my rights, you coffin dodger,” yelled the plump woman who had told Bianca her name was Laura.Van Dyke, who had rushed in, expecting to drag a crazed Wasim and tackle him, to save his friend’s pregnant girlfriend, was taken by surprise. As for Liam O’Grady, he was torn between relief and anger. And, if he was honest, he was also finding it difficult to keep a straight face.“Your little lady doesn’t need saving,” drawled Van Dyke as he watched the Irishman help Bianca to scramble to her feet and step out of the elevator.Bianca, who was exchanging smiles and speaking to the plump lady who had been with her during the encounter, spun around at his words.She glared at Van Dyke and suddenly, he knew what his friend found fascinating about the young woman with her cascading brown hair and her flashing bro