PiersHe had been under a cloud so to speak, all during the amazingly delicious meal that his mother had brought to the table. He reached for the meatloaf and smiled at her. She looked so beautiful, the thought, wistfully. The phone at his side was on silent mode but it pinged and he looked away in irritation as he saw that it was Susie his ex-fiancee.His lips tightened.He had made it clear to Susie and her father that he was not interested in becoming a puppet. It was, of course, her father who was creating obstacles, but Piers had had enough. He was not going to pretend that he did not know his father was a mob Boss. He had lived with the knowledge for years and had even toyed with the idea of taking over but he knew that his heart was not in the violence and bloodshed that went with the post. And the good thing was, his father had understood.The problem now was that Susie simply would take no for an answer. She kept ringing, weeping, begging him to listen to her father’s plans.
Lucien DelanoHis face tightened, a mask that he wore when something terrible had happened, coming over his harsh features.Proserpina Delano, sitting beside him and attuned to every change in her lover’s moods, was immediately alert, her great brown eyes watching him almost fearfully as his hand paused over the plate.Then, he was on his feet, his eyes signalling to his best friend and second in command, James Schwartz, who stood up at once, unquestioningly.The people around the table stared at them in some surprise.Piers got to his feet too, “Pappa?” he said, a question in his voice and Lucien nodded. Proserpina rose to her feet shakily,“Lucien, is it…what is it?’ he turned to her and gripped her arms.‘Nothing, woman. Do not fret.’ Over her shoulder, his eyes met his eldest daughter’s steady grey-blue gaze.‘Look after your Mumma.’ he growled and moving his wife out of his way, he walked out taking swift, decisive steps and crossed the room even before they knew it.His men fell
Proserpina DelanoI sat at the small dining table tucked away in a corner of the kitchen; my hands clasped as I tried to focus on an image of the Buddha which had always made me feel peaceful. But tonight a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach made me aware that something was horribly wrong. I could not concentrate easily.My eyes absently ran over this delightful corner of my large L-shaped kitchen. This little area was my refuge. The cheerful yellow wallpaper created a sunny disposition no matter how low and weary I felt. adorned with the unlacquered copper pots I had picked from a flea market once a long while ago, the soapstone counters that quickly patina, and a simple central dining table instead of a kitchen island, the kitchen's lived-in atmosphere instantly makes anyone who enters feel right at home.It was tucked away in a corner, slightly removed from the ultra-modern equipment of the rest of the chrome and marble kitchen. There was a small pillar that sheltered it for it
LucienHe stared at the still figure of the boy, the blood roaring in his ears. there was just one thought going about in his head as he looked at the inert figure lying motionless at the bottom of the ravine, How would he break the news to his wife, he thought, his fists clenching. How?Beston and Piers, led by Philippe and a few of the men, had already scrambled down the slope, slipping and sliding but uncaring in their haste to get to the prone figure of the youth at the bottom of the crevice.All the while, Lucien stood, unmoving, his blood boiling as he realised that the boy had been deliberately targeted. This had been no accident. Paddy was someone who revered his bike; he enjoyed gliding along the roads and Gaston had seen him, a beatific smile on his face as he rode by, lost in the moment.He would never have rashly driven his beloved bike into the woods in this way; would never have taken this path which was not a path at all.Someone had chased him, forcing him to drive mad
Lucien Delano.He stared at his wife as she lay, a slight figure on the hospital bed. She had fainted in the corridor on hearing about Paddy and had been brought there. Seeing Claude sporting a thick bandage and lording it about in the corridor had only added to her distress, caught as she was totally unawares, for he had skipped telling her about their rash son and his actions.Although she was showing signs of coming to, she looked so tiny and white as she lay there, helpless, vulnerable…The Mafia Don sighed. F*ck, but how he loved her! And to think of the incessant pain she was being subjected to, mainly because of him, had him feel guilty as hell.*Now her lids flickered, the beautiful mocha-coloured eyes widening as the curling lashes lifted to look around the room and finally, to meet his gaze.She lay for a while, blinking as memory returned to her, eyes going around the unfamiliar room in surprise and alarm.Turning to him, she whispered, ’Lucien?’He sighed and she sat up s
ProserpinaThe doctor had finally agreed to allow me to see Paddy. The poor boy had been shifted from the theatre and lay in the large private room, the best in the small hospital, I guessed going by the spaciousness and the amenities. But then, it was to be expected. After all, it was Lucien and his mob that was financing this little hospital tucked away in a corner of the city. The police, I had learnt, were paid to look the other way on most occasions regarding the patients who were brought there..A mind-boggling number of tubes had been attached to his body and he lay, his body inert, unaware of anything around him. The nurse in the room, a small dark-haired woman, shot me a sympathetic look but she said nothing as she tiptoed out. The doctor had asked us to leave the room as soon as possible and I clung to Lucien, for I needed his strength as I approached the bed, to look at the poor body.My fingernails dug into Lucien’s muscled arm as I fought to control myself, the anger, the
MajaShe yawned and hid her wide-open mouth behind her hand.Unsuccessfully, it turned out that Camille looked at her and said, ‘You carry onto bed, why don’t you?’Maja Nord bristled and then realised that it was the done thing to alternately feel protective and adoring, about her children. She stifled another yawn and glanced at the large wall clock on the small, pretty alcove in a corner of the kitchen. April’s corner, the old woman, Beatrice, had said fondly when she caught Maja glancing at the area again and again, admiring the pretty floral arrangements, the wallpaper which made the corner so distinctive and warm.It was past 4 in the morning, and Maja rose. She had a long day ahead. First, she would have to find accommodation; there was no way she would live in that dismal little hovel she had seen. And dealing with her kids was an ongoing battle, an everyday penance, she thought tiredly. Especially Magnus.While Maddy was just a handful and mouthy, Magnus was tight-lipped and
ProserpinaI watched Lucien Delano as he emerged from the shower, his hair still damp, wrapped in a deep grey bathrobe. It was one that I had selected for him. I sighed and settled myself more comfortably on the bed, waiting for him to join me. I needed to talk to Lucien about the way he treated Claude. It was beginning to affect my son and I had no desire to see any of my children become estranged.A small feeling of relief swept through me; at least, Paddy had been found, alive! That had been my greatest fear, that he would not be alive when he was discovered. But whoever had tried to kill him, or temporarily incapacitate him at the very least, had not counted for his. The fact that he had landed on the leaves had kept him alive True, he had hit his head on a large boulder which was why he had suffered a major concussion. But I believed against all odds, that my boy would open his eyes and talk coherently. It was a gut feeling and I trusted my instincts,Just as I had believed, in t