The cameras had caught the young girls as they stood around, talking in low, animated whispers while the teachers with them, guided them to and from the hall, where the play had been staged. At one point, a few young women, all in their distinctive uniforms, had been led to the restrooms by a teacher. O’Grady and St. Just had one of their techs go through the footage. The man had pointed out the obvious; seven girls accompanied by a chaperone had entered the restrooms. Only six of the students had stepped out.The chaperone had vanished too.O’Grady swore. He knew that Cahill’s people were behind it—no great guesses needed for that one. Cahill had a grouse, a bone to pick with O’Grady who had killed Simmons. So, he had chosen to target the weak link in O’Grady’s life. The lovely young Pet. Not directly. They had tried that and only ended up killing an unfortunate innocent.Consequently, he had gone for the next best thing.He had targeted Bianca’s sister.St Just looked at his phone.
Piers looked at his partner, Hila as she leaned in to him, frowning as she said in her throaty, accented voice, the voice that never failed to arouse him.‘What’s with the caveman and his sidekick, Pretty Piers?”The Mafia Boss turned slightly, her warm breath on his cheek as he looked into her eyes.‘They have a …woman. Some freaky thing where they share a woman.”He lifted his hand and clasped it around her throat, pulling her face closer, kissing her mouth, hard.She parted her lips and they kissed, deeply, satisfying and she felt his erection as he stiffened and she shifted, her eyes dancing wickedly.Hila gracefully slid onto his lap, pulling her slim-fitting trousers down, and tossing her leather jacket carelessly on the floor as she settled on his thick member. Sliding down, he marvelled at her wet pus*y as it clenched around his shaft.Throwing her head back, she let out a moan and he held her waist, watching as she rode him, her breasts, small and pert, bobbing.Then he was c
Louis Delano looked at his unofficial girlfriend, and a surge of emotion hit him, straight in his groin.Serena King, with her flaming red hair tied back in a high ponytail, never failed to make his senses quicken. He had run into her at a bar when he had visited the place along with a group of randy friends. They had been celebrating one of the men’s pre-wedding blues and were a drunk, riotous lot. Across the smoky bar, he had noticed the tall, lithe woman in her long biker boots and black jacket, flaming red hair hanging to her shoulders, drinking alone. Settled on a bar stool comfortably, she had been staring into her drink when one of the men with him had sauntered over to the bar and beamed at her.Harry Wise was an idiot on the best of the days and when he was sloshed, he was just a pain.“Care to join us, lady?” he had asked the woman who had turned to look up. Louis, watching from afar, had felt his breath leave his body in a whoosh. She had striking eyes, pale grey and a scar
Bianca was dreaming. O’Grady was holding her, his arms around her as he kissed her deeply and she moaned softly, giving in to him, She was naked, and so was he and her fingers trailed lovingly across his hirsute chest, on his flat nipples and she teasingly squeezed one lightly. He grunted and she felt his member, thick and hard, the tip dripping wet with pre-cum as he shifted.“Ah, lass. You are asking for punishment,” he growled and she giggled against his jaw.Another pair of hands joined in the stroking but then, Master St Just spoke, his voice clipped.“On your hands and knees, Pet. Suck my c*ck.”He slapped her full A*se cheek hard for emphasis and with a little squeal, Bianca slid off O’Grady’s lap and positioned herself on the bed.“The floor, slave,” he growled and she saw that he had a whip in his hands. Sliding off the bd quickly, she positioned herself, her breath coming in gasps. He appeared before her sitting on the couch comfortably.‘Crawl to me, Pet,” he said in a purr
He sat up and swung his legs to the side, as he switched on the night light. Proserpina was awake too, and she was lying on her side, propped on an elbow, her full breasts revealed as she watched her husband, wide-eyed.He rolled back and pulled her to him, fondling a thick nipple as he spoke to his son,“The f*ck do you want?”“Pa…Sir…” Louis went on hesitantly,” Serena has …”His father swore violently and Proserpina whimpered as his fingers twisted her nipple cruelly.She sank her teeth into his shoulder in retaliation, trying vainly to wriggle out of his grasp. He flung a thick leg over her waist and she glared at him helplessly...“What does that ginger-headed girl have to say now?” snarled the Boss who secretly admired Serena for her no-nonsense approach to things. A good one to keep our flighty Louis in line, he had told his Woman who had arched her brows and studied him in silence, her full lips widening into a teasing smile. Unlike you? She seemed to say.Sweating nervously
Bianca stood, horror-stricken, wondering how her world had come crashing down. She took a deep breath, trying to assimilate her thoughts, to speak-but there was a loud pounding in her ears.She stepped to Beth, but her sister was furious. The younger girl struck her hand away fiercely, hard, and Bianca wobbled, falling back.“I’m calling Mom, “snapped Beth, tears running down her cheeks and she shoved Bianca aside and stomped out.The shocked young woman could hear her sister scream,‘You put her away in an institution because you wanted to be a wh*re, isn’t that right you disgusting sl*t?”Bianca flew after her but Beth shut the door in her face, effectively locking her out. Bianca sank to the floor, sobbing as she heard Beth from the other side of the bathroom door. Her sister was also sobbing as she spoke and the young woman, leaning against the door, helplessly pounding her fists, heard Beth.“…Anna kidnapped…Bianca’s fault…SHE’S BECOME A WH*RE, MOM! A FUC*ING GANGSTER’S MOLL!!!”
Bianca turned at the sound of the soft, kind voice. She was sobbing uncontrollably for what had taken place in the hospital room had driven her to the depths of despair.Beth had gotten there before Bianca. Holding her mother’s hands, Beth had hissed,‘Get OUT, you dirty wh*re, you!” and then, when Bianca had faltered, holding the door for support, for Heather was unconscious, her sister, still a teenager, had risen and stormed over to her, slapping her hard across the face.“Isn’t this enough for you?” Beth had screamed as Bianca cupped her cheek in shock.“Haven’t you done enough damage? “And gripping Bianca’s hair, she had shouted,“Where’s my sister, you bit*h, where is she?” and then; slapping the shocked Bianca again, she went on, even as the nurses rushed in.“YOU! You are responsible for this- my poor mother …”Someone had stepped forward and pulled Beth away as Bianca stood, oblivious to the hurt.The physical hurt, yes, she could accept that…but blaming her?Hysterically, sh
Bianca stared as she climbed the marble steps to the large entrance of the palatial house they had arrived at. The women in the car had been murmuring in quiet whispers throughout the journey, but no one had asked her probing questions. She had the strong feeling that Tara Delano Lord had worked that one out for herself, thank you very much. The huge double doors were opened by a woman in a white starched uniform and beyond her, a huge hall stretched out. In the evening light, lit by amber in the background, a woman emerged, the most beautiful woman she had seen.Proserpina Delano.Bianca swallowed. The woman was coming forward, her arms outstretched, a gentle smile on her face. Bianca stood awkwardly. Was she going to embrace her daughter, maybe?But with a small giggle, Tara pushed her forward.“Welcome to our home, Bianca dear child,” said the lovely woman, wrapping her in a loving hug, a faint fragrance of vanilla surrounding her as she dimpled and Bianca sagged.It had been so l
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
Bianca had been looking for a chance to strike.I won’t give up without a fight, she told herself determinedly.Her hand felt sweaty as she held the pen tightly in her left hand. The assassin, Wasim, was getting increasingly agitated. His eyes went to the elevator numbers above the door, as they flashed swiftly. He held the knife to Bianca’s throat and wished he was out of the elevator. Bianca glanced at the plump woman who was clutching her bag and looking terrified. She winked at the woman.It was just a quick flutter of her eyelids.Luckily, the woman seemed to get the message.She opened her mouth and screamed.*Wasim, the would-be assailant, was taken by surprise. He had never killed a person, had only been a pimp. Suddenly, faced with two women who were not behaving like scared biddies, he yelled,“SHUT TEHF*CK UP!”As he shifted, Bianca saw her chance.She thrust her pen, nib first, into his crotch, praying that she had hurt him.The fierceness and suddenness of her assault to
Gabriela Perez was in the car, careening down the road. She had underestimated the autistic boy’s expertise, she thought grimly, as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She had not waited for her lover’s brothers to come to her aid; they were fools, pus*ies, she thought contemptuously as she raced down the road.Her hitman had got to the hospital where Liam O’Grady and his brother, the sick fellow, were staying. The man she had sent, Wahid, was a druggie, a youth who had become a pimp and was now too far gone to disobey her. He had managed to capture the girl, the one who was the common lover of both the Irishman and his brother. Inspite of herself, Gabriela smirked.She would make a good sale on the dark net, by parading this young chit. Because Gabriela Perez did not doubt for a minute, that she would be back in business by the end of the week. The former Dominatrix had arranged for a vehicle to meet her and arrange for her transport to Mexico.Suddenly, she screamed
The man in the little lift was wearing a balaclava and Bianca felt her body grow stiff with tension. The plump woman beside her squealed in fright as she stared at the man, whose black eyes, beady and dead-looking, glared at her.The man suddenly brandished a knife and grabbed Bianca by the arm, propelling her forwards, into him. “Silence!” he growled in a thick Middle Eastern accent and Bianca winced. He stank of stale sweat and something else; drugs probably, she thought, her heart pounding. The plump woman with the large brown handbag was cowering, her hand on her mouth, blue eyes wide and terrified.All of a sudden, Bianca wished she had waited for O’Grady before storming out, but she had been so hungry…*Lucien Delano held his Woman’s trembling body to his as she wept. A deep sadness engulfed him as he listened to her sobbing.He had failed her repeatedly. But he could not envision a life without this little woman, with her large, loving heart, her wide smile, the sensuality in
Gabriela’s voice came over the amplifiers for Hila and Piers’ men had set up the system to record and amplify the sound. Paddy was seated in a corner, his nose red, tapping away on his keyboard quickly as he tried to detect where the call was originating from. The young man had been extremely disturbed on hearing about his beloved Proserpina’s situation and had been weeping silently in a corner.“Hello my love,” breathed Gabriela and Lucien felt a slow burning rage begin in his chest.“Ah, you are angry, aren’t you my love? Like in the old days when we f*cked like rabbits, my Don. Remember how you used to hold my head down while you…”Lucien Delano realised that she was playing with his mind. She was setting out to humiliate him before the people here, knowing full well that the call must be on speaker, that his family must be listening to every word.Serena glanced at Louis and placed a restraining hand on his hard, muscled arm.“No,” she mouthed silently as her fiancé clenched his f
Jamal Khan had been able to get a job as a lowly assistant gardener on the sprawling Delano estate after a long wait. He had been groomed by Gabriela’s men. The fact that he was also a druggie, heavily dependent upon ‘the juice’, as he called the drugs he took, having picked up the term from his stint with ex-cons, only aided the Perez mob.They had used men like him to launch similar attacks before this and the fact that he knew he might die, did not really affect the gaunt-faced, hollow-eyed tall man. He had been given the task of remote controlling the drone, having helped the men who hid outside the heavily guarded compound wall, to get the small, yet lethal drone into the grounds.It was not difficult to find him, he was zoned out and about to inject himself with a lethal, intoxicating dose of his drug of choice, when Beston’s men leapt upon him.*Lucien was beside himself with rage and worry. Piers had burst into the room on hearing the sound of the firing and had been the fir
O’Grady was in his gym at home, practising when Bianca came down, wrapped in her robe. She looked wan and he sensed that she had not slept well. She had a mug of sweet tea in her hands and he stopped punching, just to look at her. Her hair floated around her face and she looked so incredibly young, he thought, his shaft hardening, despite the fact that he was sweating like a pig and had been going at it for half an hour now. His trainer, Jeb Walderman, looked around and grinned at Bianca. She dimpled shyly and sank on the steps, holding her mug in both hands.“Babe, I’ll join you in a moment,” yelled O’Grady, disconcerted to see the look on Jeb’s face. It was not that he felt insecure; heck, Jeb had a beautiful wife named Cherry and two adorable little daughters. The coach adored his little family. But his openly admiring look annoyed O’Grady.Bianca sent her Master a look and then rose, saying “I just wanted to remind you, O’Grady. We need to be at the hospital in an hour.”She turne
The burly Irishman and the woman he loved slept in each other’s arms, and Bianca lay, snuggled and safe as she thought of St Just. He had looked so thin, emaciated even, as he lay in the ICU. Although the two of them had wanted to stay at the hospital all night, the doctors had dissuaded them.“Mrs O’Grady,” said the matron, indicating Bianca and failing to see the blush on Bianca’s face at the words,” She’s pregnant and needs her rest, Sir.”O’Grady had smiled wolfishly, looking dark and dangerous as he nodded, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the blushing girl beside him.“Ah, lass, you’re right,” he drawled.Later, as they were riding home, he held her to his body and murmured,” We need to make an honest woman of you, Bianca Cruz before the babe comes out.”She shuddered at his choice of words but he prevented any retort by kissing her soundly and she subsided.Now they were snuggled in bed, thinking of St Just.She sighed and O’Grady grunted questioningly.Bianca rubbed his stub
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