Liam O’Grady walked through his club which housed the gambling den. He frowned slightly as he saw the crowds. It was a weekday and so, many of the members were just trickling in. St Just who appeared at his elbow, looked around as they stood in the mezzanine surveying their kingdom.This was what they created, the two sons of old O’Grady, step by painful step. They had set up the loan shark business from scratch but the gambling dens were Liam O’Grady’s own baby, his brainchild. At one time, he had been faced with a huge financial crisis but with sheer grit, he had managed to turn it around and was now, the unrivalled head of all the wealthiest casinos in this part of the country.Liam O’Grady allowed himself to look around and admire the room, even as he critically studied it. It had been designed to look like a gothic mansion, with a high ceilinged foyer with an exquisite crystal chandelier he had had shipped in from Italy, that illuminated the huge room, with the paintings on the
Liam O’Grady stood, watching his little Pet. She looked breathtakingly, stunningly, desirable, her skin flushed pink and rosy, her eyes wide, the brown hair cascading down her back in heavy, gleaming waves. Damn, he thoguth, his erection more than half-mast now, she looked so inviting. But her mouth was pursed, plump lips drawn together as he folded her arms over her full breast, making him groan.F*ck, but she ahd no idea how erotically appealing the gesture was!*Then she began to say something, her eyes flashing fire at him, her throaty voice low , trembling with anger as she spoke,“Are you sure that there is no wife or irate fiancée lurking in the corridor who I should beware of? Someone who might leap from the bushes and beat me up? Again?’Her scorn and derision made her even more appealing and the big man, his feet wide apart, his arms loosely hanging by his side, the gun at his waist exposed as he moved, threw his head back and roared with laughter. She was so different fr
BiancaI began to go about my life, gathering my pride.Liam O’Grady had vanished and Finn St Just was also not to be seen. When at night, the storm blew and the wind howled as it rushed around the corridors of the huge house, I sat, curled in the middle of the bed, trying hard not to let my imagination run wild.What if O’Grady and St Just had moved on, and found another new Pet to keep them happy?Because I knew they had enough money to house as many women as they fancied, in palaces like this, all over the country.For I was under no illusion. I was no dazzling beauty; heck, I did not know the first thing about keeping a man happy! I had been a novice when it came to lovemaking. Had they decided I was too naïve and drifted away?And I had gotten a fair idea of them by now. Liam O’Grady was eh man who called the shots; St Just merely obeyed him.*Liam O’Grady was like a man on fire. His casino on the outskirts of the town had been functioning as a haven for those who did not wan
As the large car swept up the drive heading to the front porch, Liam O’Grady sat forward and stared in a reaction approaching disbelief. Finn St Just was watching, narrow-eyed as well.A figure was in the middle of the lawn, dancing in the rain in abandon, with grace and fulsome enthusiasm, her arms thrown up, face turned the rain.Bianca Cruz.Her white T-shirt was plastered to her body, revealing her curves, the shorts she wore clinging to her thighs. And with her lovely oval face turned up to the rain, her heavy brown hair clinging like a sheet to her curvaceous body, she looked like an ethereal spirit, a water nymph, swept up in the magic of the moment, relishing the rain…St Just smiled slowly, his firm mouth turning up at the corners. He had never seen such a sight in his whole life, he mused, as he watched, unable to take his eyes off the figure, for the girl seemed utterly oblivious to the car which had come to a halt on the porch. True, it was raining and she seemed to be lo
ianca I sat, my mouth like an O.St Just had brought me to the basement and I stood, shocked and trembling, beside him as he pointed out the various instruments of torture in the large room. The walls had curtains of red damask which added to the sinister atmosphere of the room.I turned to St Just, my palms sweaty and damp as I whispered, frankly,“I’m…scared,” I whispered and he smiled, his charming lop-sided smile.He pulled my hand and led me to a variety of whips and strange-looking implements that made me shudder just to look at them.“This evening,” he went on pleasantly, “I shall just spank you, little one.”He said it like he was speaking about the menu for the evening and I went hot and cold all over.My parents had never raised their hand to me when I was growing up; as for Heather, she was too soft and mild to say boo to a goose!Spanked???*I shuddered and he pulled me to his hard body and kissed me, an exploring kiss that made me cling to him although I realized with s
BiancaAs we entered, I automatically clung to St Just in horror.The outside of the building was ordinary enough, built on the lines of a huge castle. The wooden doors had been guarded by bouncers in black outfits, their muscles bulging. They nodded deferentially enough at my Master and we entered. As the doors thudded shut behind us with a soft sound, I looked around and gasped.It was dim; it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. But then I saw the corridor stretching out ahead of me, a long one, with murals on either side. Men, women, and animals, all contorted in various explicit poses, made me want to turn and run out.St Just grabbed my waist and said softly,“Pet.”*I stiffened and followed him, my hand in his large one, my head bowed. I simply did not want to, nay, could not, look a the disgusting things that were depicted on the walls in such grotesque detail.St Just laughed, a soft, sinister chuckle that only served to make me feel frightened.He
A large man, with a rather red face and narrow green eyes, was walking around, taking a great yet somewhat detached interest in the proceedings on the floor of the Club."He's the owner, "St Just murmured in Bainca's ear.All around a large dance floor, there were small curtained alcoves. The entire entry level in the room was something else, and Bianca shrank into St Just’s figure. He looked down at her, amused and slightly pitying.She simply did not like it.And she was making no bones to show it.*Bianca clung to St. Just’s hand as she stepped to one of the curtained alcoves. Just then, another heavy damask curtain was directly next to theirs, opened, and a man stepped out. Two women hung on his arms, and it was obvious that they had been pleasuring him.“We would like to be of service to you again, Mr O’Grady,” purred the thin blonde with the heavy make-up, licking her lips suggestively.Bianca recoiled. It was as though someone had placed a giant hand over her heart and squeeze
BiancaI stood in the uber-luxurious washroom, which was large enough to contain our entire old home, I thought cynically. Flamboyantly decorated, with exotic plants and the mirrors, so many of them, the washbasins with gold plated handles, I looked about me in wonder.The hand towels on the shelves were of the purest Indian cotton, so very fluffy and soft to the touch. A huge shelf crowded with designer cosmetics, branded ones, stood in one corner, and I shook my head.My lips turned up derisively.What a dreadful waste!Staring at myself contemplatively, I noticed that the bruise under my eye from Pagie Hardy’s assault had faded. Or been skillfully hidden by clever make-up, care of the two who had come to do my face and hair, before I left.Disgust shot through me, hands and I dry heaved.What a dreadful, decadent place. Where every depraved whim would be satisfied.***Sighing, I touched up my make-up after visiting the toilet and washing my hand, using the aromatic handwash which
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
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