Events

Proserpina

That night, Lucien came up to bed late. I had already dozed off, waiting for him. When he slipped into the bed and pulled my body to his, I murmured sleepily and pressed my body into his. Like spoons, I giggled sleepily. He grunted, his hand moving to cup my breasts possessively.

After a while, he rasped,

“I do not want that woman, Sophie in my house again.’

I stiffened.

“What’s wrong, Lucien?’ I asked. Suddenly awake. ‘What? Has something happened?'

He did not say anything more, just stroked my stomach tenderly and I fell asleep after a while, lulled by the motion. But the next morning, as I was checking my mail and replying to Alex Wu, the memory of what he had said came back to me. Lucien had left already. He had to attend a meeting, he said. A powerful Mafia Don from the Cosa Nostra faction was celebrating his daughter’s wedding.

I had been puzzled; Lucien Delano avoided such functions like the plague. What had compelled him to go this time?

But as he watched me pack h