The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.Proserpina found her much easier to get along with t
They arrived at Hollowford late in the evening. Bianca had been on edge all day, waiting to meet her sister.And of course, her Masters…She blushed as her mind wandered over the different things they would do to her; with her full consent, of course, for both O’Grady and St Just had never ill-used her. They cared for her feelings, as was obvious with how they had stepped forward to rescue Anna. Serena Kingston, who had proved to be surprisingly friendly, for all her tough exterior, had described how the siblings had taken Cahill off guard. Bianca had felt her heart pounding as she listened.Earlier, Proserpina had wisely declared that Anna could stay the night here, at the mansion, before returning to the hospital the next morning.”Hospitals have visiting hours,” she pointed out gently and Binaca sighed. True. Her stepmother needed to rest, as her Italian beau had pointed out in the afternoon, a little reproachfully. For Heather had been so relived, she had wept a lot, till the nur
O’Grady was pacing up and down, shirtless. His muscular physique with the wiry dark chest hairs, made him look like a superb specimen of a male animal, thought St Just who was watching him. The blonde sibling was lounging on the bed, also shirtless, but he appeared to be cool as always.They were waiting for their Pet, hoping against hope that she would be able to sneak out from next door while her sister slumbered on.Unlike his Irish half-brother who looked like he was about to explode.“Do you think she’ll come?” asked O’Grady, looking towards his brother like a hopeful puppy and St Just grinned.He wasn’t happy but the expression on his brother’s face made him think; Liam O’Grady might be a feared Don in his circle, a killer, an excellent pugilist, a sharp businessman…But little Bianca Cruz seemed to have reduced him to a love-sick puppy, craving her love…Finn St Just sat forward as the thought struck him. He frowned at his brother.“Are you in LOVE with our Pet, O’Grady?” he as
When Bianca crept back to her room, she was exhausted. O’Grady came with her, his arm around her waist, holding her up.“Ah, pet,” he said in a soft, tender tone and she wanted to lean into him, spend the night in his arms. But…She kissed him quickly and opened the door slowly.Luckily, the doors in the Delano mansion did not creak.Bianca stood for a while, holding her breath, staring at the dark shape of her sister who was dead to the world. Poor Anna was dead to the world, exhausted, no doubt.She smiled as she tiptoed to the washroom and took a quick shower, giggling to herself as he saw the marks made by her Masters on her body.They had been aware of the small window of time they had, but her Masters had pleasured themselves, taking care to bring her to the heights of pleasure too, in that short space of time. But she had been too on edge to stay and bathe with them.Lord, but she loved them…When she snuggled down in bed, beside her sister, she smiled, looking out at the moonl
It was the Don who made the Mafia brothers make the momentous decision.Later, they thought that he had, in his aggressive way, forced their hands.He had summoned them to his room for a meeting that morning before they left for the hospital, to meet Bianca’s mother. The idea was to leave for Hunter’s Folly before evening. Bianca would stay here for a couple of days before joining them.The white-haired Don, his massive musculature belying his advancing years, was in the study, his Woman perched on his lap when the younger Mafia men entered. They had been kissing ardently, like young teenagers making out, thought Liam O’Grady in astonishment when they entered. The Don’s hand was on his wife’s heavy breast, kneading as he kissed her relentlessly.Proserpina scrambled off her husband’s lap, her beautiful face pink, and quickly smoothened her hair and hastily rearranged her clothes. Her blouse was open, St Just noted in interest but his gaze stilled as he felt the Mafia Don’s cold eyes
It was like a cue for the woman on the bed when she saw her beau walk out, under the guidance of his daughter.Heather began to sob loudly, her face in her hands.Bianca sat like one turned to stone as she saw what had happened. The full enormity of the actions seemed to hit her.She had never imagined in her wildest dreams imagined that her selfless actions to help her stepmother and sisters would result in her being ostracised.But what hurt the most ws the way Heather had quickly jumped onto the bandwagon. No one had asked her for her side of the situation.In some convoluted way, she felt her rage growing, but it was directed against her Masters.But her sister’s voice interrupted her thoughts.Anna was the one who spoke, her small face red with indignation.“What a dirty woman! How dare she speak to our Bee like that?” Beth echoed her sentiments, as he put her arm around her wildly sobbing mother,“Luigi does not deserve you, Mom, if he …” But Heather lowered her hands and spat
Beth and Anna were upset. They knew that Bianca had been bending over backwards for them. And Anna was only singing praises about the Mafia men to her sister. In private, of course.She had gone into detail, narrating how the two men had managed to bring down the evil Cahill, even going so far as to put themselves in the line of fire for that.“And Mom said such horrible things about them!” exclaimed Anna in a fierce whisper, scrubbing her tears away as her mother lay, whining and wailing.Neither of the twins had been impressed by Luigi who had slunk away when his daughter had read him the riot act. As Beth put it,“He was a wimp.”The sisters looked at each other, with identical expressions of disgust, as their mother sniffed and glared at them suspiciously.“You two should not follow in her footsteps,” began Heather. But Beth, the pragmatic one rose to her feet.She had had more than she could take with her mother’s self-righteousness.As she had confided in her twin, she just want
The Mafia Don’s craggy handsome face was hard as he looked into his Woman’s flushed face. She was upset, he thought with a pang, knowing, before she parted her plump lips, that he would agree to whatever she asked him, no matter how outlandish. He just wanted to erase the frown of worry, the look of anxiety from her face.She leaned into him now, as though she wanted to borrow his strength, her soft brown eyes, filled with sadness, meeting his.”Lucien,” she began,” That poor child…” but they were interrupted by a cross voice at their elbow.“She’s not a CHILD, Mumma,” It was a frustrated-looking Jamie. Lucien’s heart filled with warmth as he gazed at her, his favourite child, the one he spoilt rotten. As Proserpina said reproachfully, It was wrong to single her out for his affection. Poor Rudy could turn cartwheels before the Mafia Don and he would not even notice!Whereas young Jamie only had to pout and her father woud rush to do her bidding.As Tara declared drily,“Pappa was gro
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