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
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
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