Lucien He stared in shock as Proserpina glided to the floor, grabbing her before she fell and hit her head against the small tables that had been artlessly thrown around the large den. "Schwartz! Shark!' he bellowed, lifting her tiny, prone figure and striding over to the couch. Proserpina's head hung over his arm, her arms flapping as he moved. Her face was sallow, almost bloodless and he felt his heartbeat race as he noticed the dark shadows under her closed eyes. The soft lips were parted and she seemed totally unconscious. Her breathing was strained and loud and Lucien felt himself break out in a sweat as he felt the anxiety build up in him. She barely weighed more than her daughter, he thought in amazement as he laid her down. "Fuck!' he said it aloud, as he carried her easily, 'she hardly weighs anything!' The men came tearing into the room, alarmed by the urgency in his voice. Taking in the scene and imagining the worst, Schwartz bellowed, ' Mate, what have you don
ProserpinaWhen I opened my eyes, the world outside my window was grey; dusk had fallen, I thought hazily, wondering for a while what I was doing in bed.Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, supervising dinner? I asked myself tiredly, wondering why my head felt so woozy.I raised a hand to my head as the room seemed to dip when I opened my eyes. I felt unwell and disoriented. As my mind cleared gradually, it all came back in a rush; the gaudy Fun Fort being delivered and set up that had made me furious leading to my showdown with Lucien. I must have fainted at the time because, after that, I remembered the doctor who had examined me, a grumpy old man who had been surprisingly gentle.He had been agitated to know that I had not had a proper examination once I had discovered that I was pregnant.How could I tell him that I would rather have lost the baby?My indifference had seemed to reach him.After the physical examination, he stood by the bedside, holding my wrist in his hands, monitori
Lucien turned on the bedside lamp and in the muted light, I saw the deep furrows in his face.He looked as though he had aged overnight. A few months ago, I would have wanted to take him in my arms, stroke his unshaven jaw, kiss that firm mouth.Not so, not anymore.Pushing the thoughts back, I asked, bluntly,"What are you doing here? I want to see my children. Where are they?’His reply was totally different from what I had expected. Instead of answering me, he growled,'You didn't tell me you were with child.'I sensed the undercurrent of anger and shrank back into the pillows that someone had thoughtfully propped up for me. Shifting in the bed, I moved into a comfortable position."Where are Ria and Piers?' I insisted, sticking my chin out."They have gone to bed.' He said curtly.I glared at him, tucking my hair behind my ear as I tried to focus.'Why?' he asked again, his voice harsh with emotion.Suddenly, I was exhausted. I stared out wearily, looking at the darkening shadows
LucienHe strode out of the room, shutting the door softly behind himself.Lucien left the room. He walked to his study, dragging the leg that seemed to be throbbing painfully. But the heaviness he felt within him, was what felt heavier than any physical ailment.He had killed people before, with his bare hands himself. He had also employed men to kill those who stood in his way. But this was different. He felt as though he had mortally wounded a person who had only given him love, had trusted him, had believed in him.Her words rang in his ears; she had waited for him. While he had been spending his nights trying to get over her, whoring his way through an endless stream of highly forgettable women who had not succeeded in making him get over her, all the while, she had believed in him, trusted in him, and waited for him.How could she know how he had been trying to get over her? The women he had bedded were just bodies, no one stood in his memory after they had satisfied him physica
The men turned around, chagrined expressions on their faces. Schwartz colored, like a guilty schoolboy. He tried to change the subject, asking in return,“How’s she? Mate, how is Proserpina?’There was no ignoring the deep passion in his eyes, in his face as he watched the Boss who stood, hands clenched, breathing hard, his eyes narrowed.But Lucien Delano had not become a powerful Don by being sidestepped, even if it was by his closest friend.“What was that?’ he rasped, moving into the room looking more dangerous than he knew, the dark stubble on his cheeks adding to the roguish look on his face.‘What are you keeping from me, eh?’ he barked.Schwartz stood up, as elegant as ever though it was probably past eleven at night and he had been wearing the suit since morning. Like the other men, he had discarded his jacket too but he still looked as though he had stepped out from a photoshoot of a gentlemen’s fashion magazine, thought Lucien drily. His deep blue hemp shirt with the sleeve
LucienA desire to check on his wife had him head towards her room. He knew the door to her bedroom would be unlocked; she wanted her children to walk in if they wished at any time in the night.Now he pushed the door open softly and stared in stupefaction.The bed was empty. It did not look as though it had been slept in.A sense of panic engulfed him. Disregarding the fact that he was in his shirtsleeves with bloodstains on his once crisp white shirt, he strode across to the anteroom,And stopped.***ProserpinaSleep had proved elusive once the effects of the sedative had worn off. I had finally gotten up and headed for a bath. Anything to get over the thoughts that were running through my mind. I wanted to stop thinking of Lucien.After having stood under the warm shower for a long while, I towelled myself and stepped out, wrapped in my fluffy white towel. The twins wanted me to prepare Indian pancakes for breakfast tomorrow, I thought as I applied the fragrant body lotion to my l
When he woke up the next day, the sunlight was streaming into his bedroom. The light drapes at the French doors had been left open when he went to bed last night and now he sat up slowly, blearily. Too much drink and a very late night had made him restless and he had finally fallen asleep at dawn.The excited sounds of his children floated up and he curiously limped across to the windows facing the lawn. He was bare-chested, wearing his boxers and he became aware that the chill of winter was beginning to set in. Striding to the balcony, he looked down onto the lawns below his rooms on the second floor, scratching his hirsute chest absently.His wife and children were on the grass, at what Proserpina possibly imagined was a secluded part of the garden. She had no idea that when he came out onto his terrace, he had a good view of his family. She was doing her morning yoga exercises and the kids were fooling around. They were all in yoga outfits but it was his wife’s flexibility that mad
LucienHe sat at his desk, nursing a drink brooding. It was late evening now but he had begun to drink almost immediately after breakfast to deaden the unfamiliar feeling of guilt that seemed to be raising its head within him.Breakfast had been unusual but Lucien admitted, delicious. The warm Indian pancakes were something that he had been eating for the first time. Ria, who sat at his elbow, kept instructing him on how to eat them, much to his amusement. Soft and fluffy, they seemed to practically melt in his mouth and he relished the taste of the light, exotic curry that accompanied it. He also noticed that his wife seemed to be eating more than she had been doing until then.He had also given up his habit of having a drink along with his food. His little daughter had put her foot down firmly when he had tried to have a tipple one afternoon at lunch. With a straight face, she had turned importantly to his man, Gustav, who had brought it in.“Take away,plee.’ she commanded, lisping
Piers's loud shout made the hall fall silent. For a minute, every head in the room swivelled to stomp in the doorway.Even Lucien Delano and Proserpina, absorbed as they were in their burning need to lose themselves in their desperate need for each other, stopped. Proserpina blinked as she turned to look, safe as she was, nestled in her lover’s strong embrace. And the Mafia Don scowled in annoyance, muttering,“What is with that fool boy?’Piers whipped his head to face his parents across the room, an arm around Hila, holding her to his chest as he cried, "Mumma! Pappa!’And when he was hurrying to them, his eyes were wild with excitement as he cried in joy, dragging his lover beside him,‘I…you… I mean… Mumma, I’m going to be a dad!”Proserpina was out of her husband’s protective arms as her son whooped and threw his arms around her, laughing with him. Lucien watched drily as Claude and Ria immediately crossed to him, pulling him into a huddle. Tara joined them, and after a pause, so
LucienHe began to make his way slowly through the milling throng of his guests to where his Woman was standing, in a daringly backless gown, her beautiful body making his staff harden with desire. Ria and Tara had chosen the slinky gown for her. When Proserpina had protested in embarrassment, her hands on her pink cheeks, the girls had declared,‘Mumma! Even after eight kids, you still look WOW!’It had been one of those rare weekends when Tara had come home. Ria had little Jamie on her lap, jiggling the fat little girl who was cooing at her Pappa, for the Mafia Don was hands down, her favourite person. Jamie was the apple of the Don’s eye, as Ria often teased her father.Lucien, who had been in the bedroom working on his phones and tablet, had been watching them in amusement.After the heart attack, mild though it had been, he had taken to spending time at home, working from his office or sometimes, his spacious bedroom.‘Please…but it’s BACKLESS!” Proserpina had gone on, her eyes m
A love like the kind her parents shared was almost like a fairytale…She sighed and touched her small belly. Big Philippe placed his large warm hand over hers and whispered concernedly in her ear,“Princess?”She looked up into his dark eyes and felt the rush of affection, of love that kept them bound to each other. Philippe, the Capo would bring the Moon and place it at her feet if she asked for it, she thought and unmindful of the crowds milling around her, the sound of glasses clinking, the chatter of people as, Ria reached up and pulled his head down. Murmuring against his lips,‘Philippe Diaz, I love you,” as she kissed him.***Piers Delano was staring at his phone. His mind was on other matters, although he had turned up for the party after his twin’s wedding ceremony. It had been a brief ceremony; Philippe had been born a Catholic, so there had been a small wedding service at Church. Old man Diaz had passed away a few years ago, and Philippe’s brothers, both of whom had been a
A few years later.The years have been kind to him, thinks the Don fondly as he surveys the guests at his daughter’s wedding party.Lucien Delano has aged but in his predictably indomitable manner, he looks and of course, his wife is testimony to the fact, that he still behaves in the same manner as he used to.His still-muscular physique belies his years and he continues to practice in his gym and has a friendly bout of boxing in the Ring, off and on. His son Claude is now an established name in the world of boxing, simultaneously running the underground fight clubs he has set up, and partnered with Paddy. The two of them work in tandem, Paddy with his enviable skills on the computers, has managed to make the Fight Clubs very lucrative indeed! thinks the Don.The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a
LucienHe looked at his Woman fondly. She was on the bed, her head lowered to the baby at her nipple, the little child whose brown curls were bobbing as she sucked hard at her mother’s swollen teat.Proserpina wore a look of divine bliss, and Lucien moved over to her, taking her chin in his hard grip and kissing her.It was all he could do, for she had been spending almost a month at the hospital now. A month during which the Mafia Don had practically lived in the hospital too, his only concern being his Woman.And of course, the littlest child of his, who had charmed him already, though she was too small, too tiny to utter a word. Yet she could be ear-splittingly loud, too!He found himself staring in wonder as the baby yawned, exposing her small toothless gums, pink in colour, as he watched her face adoringly. And when Proserpina laughed at him, at the way he fawned over his youngest daughter, the Mafia Don growled at her, his eyes hungrily wandering over her.“Woman, I want to bree
RiaShe was running down a corridor that stretched out endlessly. The sound of the man’s footsteps thundering after her made her pant in fear. He was after her. She stumbled and fell, picked herself up, and kept running, her hands reaching out in the dark for some door, some way out of this place. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, she grabbed a shirt sleeve.The face of the man looked up in front of her.She screamed as Dusak’s face appeared out of the gloom, grinning maniacally.He had blood pouring down his forehead and a large hole in his cheek where he had been shot. But he opened his mouth and spoke in a guttural voice she knew she had heard before.“LOVELY Ria, my Ria, I am going to be with you forever now...'He reached out a long skeletal hand with talons, and that was when Ria screamed.Dusak Rudenko began shaking her throat ungently, and she felt a gurgle of panic erupt within her. A deep fear, unnamed and unknown.And then Philippe’s voice came into her consciousness, be
Lucien stood, staring in shock as a beaming Camille reached out to hand over the little baby to him. He stared in confusion for he had never held any of his newborn kids; it was a first for him.But even as he hesitated, the little child, its skin pink and puckered, a thatch of dark hair on its tiny head, opened one eye and looked at him quizzically an eyebrow raised questioningly, weighing him up critically so to speak, before shutting her eye firmly and ignoring the people around her, her mouth blowing a red raspberry pout.Ria and the other children began to laugh as Lou cried, with a shout of laughter,“Pappa, Sir, she is not impressed by you!’But it was Ria who declared, wonderingly, as she leaned against Lucien, who was holding the precious bundle cupped to his chest fiercely,“Pappa, I think she has Mumma’s colouring!”***ProserpinaI opened my eyes slowly. It felt as though there were weights holding my lids down. It had been a dream that seemed to go on forever, tumultuous
Lucien looked around at his family who were in the large waiting room. The younger boys, Dom and Lou, were piled on a sofa, their mouths open as they snored softly; Tara was curled up in an armchair with Aiyana beside her, an arm draped protectively around the child. The ex-FBI woman sat, her legs folded elegantly even in sleep.James Schwartz was sitting in another chair while the Capo dozed uncomfortably, Ria’s golden head on his lap, Rudy nestled beside her. Lucien’s face softened slightly as he looked at James. As though his thoughts had touched his second in command, the Scotsman stirred and stretched, sitting up, alert in an instant.He looked around himself and met Lucien’s eyes, an unspoken look passing between them.Snoring loudly, Claude was sprawled in abandon, sleeping on a mattress someone had thoughtfully provided, which was spread on the floor, his arms thrown wide, while Paddy had chosen to settle in an armchair close to the corridor leading to the theatre door, positi
She mumbled,"Yes Sir...' and her molten brown eyes, clouded with desire and want, with pain and pleasure, misted over as she looked at him, beseeching him to release her from her need.Her absolute submission aroused him tenfold, and the big man growled shakily, for the sight of her large breasts with the evil clamps fastened to her tender nipples was too much for him.“I shall f*ck your t*ts today, wh*re,’ he said hoarsely, "to punish you. Pain, wh*re, and pleasure."She made a sound, her breasts wobbling as she tried not to shift too much, but he lowered his head to sink his teeth into the fleshy mounds savagely, and she cried out.He tugged lightly at the clamps with his teeth, and she met his eyes, her own filled with tears of pain but she dimpled slightly as she said breathlessly,'Master... I am yours, Lucien Delano..."He grunted.F*ck, but he could never have enough of this delectable offering laid before him: this lush body, the thighs wet with her want, her shining pink c*n