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The First Lesson

مؤلف: S.K.Taylor
last update آخر تحديث: 2024-09-06 21:25:28

Bianca

“What I shall be doing?’ I echoed stupidly.

His eyes gleamed hazel in the lighting, the clever lighting which made me feel that the eyes were promising me so much…

I bite my lip nervously.

What did I really know about these two men to whom I had sold my body for a year?

Liam O’Grady was charming and handsome, clever and dangerously wicked and a man with a huge sexual appetite. I guessed that, despite being a virgin, when I felt his eyes on me. He was a man who would not take no for an answer. A man who would go after what he wanted, who would not hesitate to claim with his fists.

But this man? Finn St Just was equally unpredictable. Beneath that suave, sophisticated mask, I sensed something lurking; a man who would not be easily crossed. They were like the Yin and Yang to each other.

Deadly together. For O’Grady was a fighter while St Just was the cool, calm but equally fearsome counterpart…

Looking up, I saw a deep flush dusting the cheeks of the man in front of me; his wide,
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  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons    At The Hospital

    Liam O’Grady paced about in the hospital corridor. The sight of the little boy, a pathetic little bundle as he was cradled in Van Dyke’s big, strong arms, had made him aware of the fragility of human life; the thin line between life and death. St Just sat on a chair, his elbows on his knees, staring ahead while Dominick Delano had been an emotional mess when he saw his little brother. He had held the little fellow, Gabreil, in his arms all the way to the hospital, were Dom’s fiancé, the efficient forensic scientist, Rani, had been waiting. They had already alerted the hospital so it was only a matter of minutes before the little fellow was rushed into the ICU, to check his vitals. But the ambulance that had arrived at the spot, had been well-staffed.The little child had been put on a ventilator. The nursing assistant had studied Gabe’s pale, almost lifeless body and let out a deep breath.“Poor little f*cker,” the man had sighed.Now, O’Grady sat down heavily beside his brother.S

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Finding Gabriel

    Bianca had been unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, she had finally given up the ghost of trying and padded to her son’s room, next door. Baby Cian lay on his stomach, his small, rounded rump in the air.Bainca sighed and stood by the little cot, her eyes misting over.Like a beached whale, she thought fondly and reached out to stroke his plump cheek. His lips parted, lost in some pleasant dream, Cian slept on, snoring slightly. Blissfully.Bianca crossed to the window to stare out unseeingly at the snow which was still falling lightly, but constantly.Leaning against ta window, she wondered what her Masters were doing.And most importantly, what had happened to poor Proserpina Delano?The other thought that was bothering her was this; what about the young boys, the twins, Alex and Gabe?Bianca had met them occasionally, strong-minded little fellows with the trademark blonde hair and the cool grey-blue eyes of the Mafia Don, Lucien Delnao. Apparently, when returning from a meeting w

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Discovery

    It was O’Grady who received the frantic message from Claude late that evening.“Our Mumma,” sobbed the distressed Claude, who was soft at heart and not really Mafia material, as Bianca thought privately.O’Grady, who had been cradling Cian, set the little fellow down gently beside Bainca who sat in her pyjamas and getting ready to sleep. St Just strode in from the washroom on hearing his brother’s raised tones.He cocked an eyebrow and looked at Bainca, who lifted her hands, palms upwards, to show she had no idea what was going on.When O’Grady finally replaced the handset on the side table, his face was grim.“Saint, Claude just called,” he said. His brother nodded, hands on his hips, waiting, watching the Irishman.Bianca rose to her feet gracefully, Cain over one shoulder, for the little fellow had fallen asleep. She padded to O’Grady and placed her hand on his muscled arm.Ever since the murder of Heather, for Captain Ethan had grudgingly conceded the fact, since that dreadful nig

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons    Discovery

    It was O’Grady who received the frantic message from Claude late that evening. “Our Mumma,” sobbed the distressed Claude, who was soft at heart and not really Mafia material, as Bianca thought privately. O’Grady, who had been cradling Cian, set the little fellow down gently beside Bainca who sat in her pyjamas and getting ready to sleep. St Just strode in from the washroom on hearing his brother’s raised tones. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at Bainca, who lifted her hands, palms upwards, to show she had no idea what was going on. When O’Grady finally replaced the handset on the side table, his face was grim. “Saint, Claude just called,” he said. His brother nodded, hands on his hips, waiting, watching the Irishman. Bianca rose to her feet gracefully, Cain over one shoulder, for the little fellow had fallen asleep. She padded to O’Grady and placed her hand on his muscled arm. Ever since the murder of Heather, for Captain Ethan had grudgingly conceded the fact, since that dreadful nigh

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons    Serena On The Trail

    Serena polished off the burger which turned out to be a lot better than what she had expected. As she sat, warming her hands around the coffee she had ordered afterwards, she watched the bartender polish a row of tumblers. The bar had thinned out — just a few regulars scattered along the counter, the sound of a muted TV filling the space between words. She waited until he passed by again. “You’ve worked here a while?” she asked, casual. He nodded. “About eight years now. Why?” She offered a faint smile. “Just getting a feel for the place. I’m with The Echo North news.” She slid her notebook halfway out of her bag, enough to make it visible but not intimidating. “I’m writing a piece on that woman. “ She looked up and met his eyes as she went on, “You must have heard, the one who…” She hesitated, lowering her voice. “The one they found over in the apartment block last week.” The bartender’s hand stilled on the towel. “Yeah. I heard.” “She used to come in here, right? People said she was

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Serena Sets Out

    Serena had chosen to disguise herself.No need to get whoever was behind Heather’s death into a tizzy, she thought as she changedThe dirty blonde wig transformed her totally, the short tendrils alien to her as she turned her head to check. The young woman had also taken care to work on her face, paying attention to her thin, pale brows. Skilfully using a pencil, she turned them darker, thicker and was amazed to see how these superficial changes had altered her face.Next, Serena set to work upon her eyes. When she was done, she sat back, thinking ruefully that they were no longer the startling green which Louis always commented upon.Instead, she had chosen a set of blue contact lenses that made her appear totally different. Studying her freckles, which were dusted over her nose and cheeks, she set ot to work on that. Using medium-coverage foundation, Serena effectively hid her trademark freckles and then chose a mauve lipstick and greyish eyeshadow to go with her new blonde look.Op

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