Dusak

Dusak.

He stood and stared a the shredded black jacket, the burnt bits of leather .

He smiled as his men pulled out the burnt body of a man who was at the edge of the body of the aircraft.

So the great Capo had been trying to flee? He thought to himself snidely, rubbing his crotch. Now that he was dead, Dusak could claim ria for himself. And there would be no lover to come to her rescue. He would deal with Lucien Delano. After all, his uncle had managed to snare the silly little Tara Delano and make her believe that she was carrying on a harmless conversation with a fifteen-year-old boy!

His face darkened. He had got wind of the affair between the erstwhile gardener’s son and the Boss’s daughter. It had made him rage fo days. But now, her lover had been killed, it would be easier to get his hands on the girl who had enchanted him from the time he first saw her photograph. Those blonde curls, the dimpled smile, the figure of a Venus. He grunted. His lust grew manifold as he pictured Ri