LucienHe stood before his woman, staring at her, her brown eyes drenched in tears although she was trying desperately to put up a brave front. He hated himself for being the cause of her hurt.Steeling himself to speak, he said hoarsely,“Woman, believe me.’She looked at him skeptically, contempt on her face. She did not need to speak to express her disdain with words; the look said it all.Believe him???He sighed and ran a hand through his thick grey hair as he went on,‘ I know, it sounds unbelievable.’ he said gruffly, ‘ But after I came to know…about breeding you…my son Claude...I have not slept with another woman.’Proserpina looked at him, disbelief etched clearly on her beautiful face. She looked as though she had grown older in a few moments, more mature and wan but with a beauty that made him want to pull her into his arms, to kiss away the hurt, the cynical look in her large brown eyes.He scowled and met her eyes and she stood up shakily, moving to stand beside the large
ProserpinaWe rode back home in total silence, Lucien and I. I sat, slumped in a corner, staring outside. I could have been in a stationary car for all I knew, my mind was abuzz with the thoughts I had tried to fight; reverberating with the things he had told me.Bethany, the favourite wh*re.He had sired a child with her.And now her sister and the son had turned up.I shuddered, taking a deep breath. I could feel Lucien’s eyes on me but I did not turn to look at him.Now I knew what hate was.*As we drove up to the house, Lucien said shortly,‘I shall come back later. I need to see…’“To go back to bed with your favourite wh*re?’I sighed wearily and slipped out of the car before he could respond. His face was thunderous but I ignored him and walked inside, nodding absently to the staff.Camille and Beatrice followed me; they knew I was upset. Bea took one look at my face and murmured,“Honey childe..’I could not bear it. I walked unerringly into the room where I spent my time wri
ProserpinaI stopped as I saw Lucien. He was at the bottom of the stairs and we stared at each other for a long moment. A bodyguard, big Noah, hovered hesitantly in the shadows, wondering, perhaps, if he should step forward and grab the Boss before he fell down in a drunken heap.My eyes took in the haggard lined face, the craggy features that I still loved, the muscular physique but with slumped shoulders now. I took the last step and he moved, swaying slightly, almost stumbling.Lucien Delano was dead drunk.*Without stopping to think, I reached out and grabbed his arm, my arm going to encircle his waist, propping him up, and steadying him. The familiar musk and spicy lemon smell of my husband engulfed me. And a rush of whiskey-laden breath hit me. I crinkled my nose in disgust. The man was drowning in drink.Suddenly, he pulled me into his embrace. Tight and possessive.I stood still, stiff and unresponsive at first. But my heart yearned to throw my arms around him, for I loved hi
LucienAt one point of time during the night, he became aware of the sound of a person retching. Still in the throes of his drunken stupor, he went back to his dreamless sleep and only awakened to find himself alone in the great bed when the sun was high in the sky and it was almost mid-morning.Sitting up, he scowled as he ran his large hand over his face. He had not gone on a drinking binge like this in a long while and it had affected him. His head was pounding and he stood up swearing. He was not getting younger, he thought, scratching his hirsute chest. And noticed his shoes lined up neatly.His Woman. She had done it; taking care of him when he had been too gone to even shed his shirt. He recalled her kneeling before him, smiling up at him softly as she took off his footwear. Damn, he did not deserve her, he thought, scratching his stubbled jaw, the familiar guilt flooding him.A feeling of disgust thrummed in his head as he remembered how she had reacted to his confession. The
RiaLike a besotted fool, she had rushed to the Club one evening, when she had just turned sixteen. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and wanted him to be her first lover.*Two years ago.Ria glided across the carpeted floor of the Club. She dived into the doorway as she saw Danielle Eton crossing the foyer and heading to the lifts. The last thing she needed was to have Dani see her, she thought, biting her lower lip nervously.She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she dashed across to the corridor that led to the residences of those who worked under her father, Lucien Delano. There were small cottages that had been built over the years and those who were in residence at the Club, related to work, had been allotted these houses. And Ria Delano was definitely heading to meet one particular person who lived there.If her mother got wind of what she was doing, she would be furious, thought Ria, biting her lip again, thinking of Proserpina Delano. No, distraught and disap
PhilippeHe gently pushed the young woman away.She had come to him when he was feeling a tad salacious and that was all. He had no interest in having a relationship with her. True, Alysia West, was around his age and the daughter of one of the Boss’s associates, albeit lower down in the hierarchy. But he was about as interested in a long-term relationship with her as he was in making love to the handful of women who had come and gone in his life.As the man who was being trained to don the mantle of the future Enforcer for Lucien Delano's mob, he had been exposed to a lot of training. Which included sleeping with women.A wide variety of women. the wives of some of the associates as well, who were enthralled by the young man with his hard black eyes and rippling muscles.Once he had been in a knife battle with a particularly vicious combatant. The man had lashed out, his knife narrowly missing Phillipe's eye. It had left a long scar across his left cheek, beginning at his eyebrow,Bu
NOWRia glared up at him. He had no right to look so handsome, she thought angrily, with his olive skin and slicked back dark hair, molten chocolate eyes and just the right amount of stubble. And the way he carried himself, with a confidence that made other men seem like inconspicuous little mice.PhilippeHe stared down at the young woman whom he was holding lightly and as always, he felt the familiar beat of his heart as it thundered when he was around HER. He loved this beautiful young woman with the flashing grey-blue eyes, the pouting mouth and the heaving full breasts that thrust out firmly under her thin cotton button-down shirt and jacket; she of the gently rounded hips and the dimpling mouth which was now set in a firm line as she glared at him belligerently. The young Mafioso wanted nothing more than to make her his but…She was beyond him.Unattainable.The Mafia Princess. And he was only the future Enforcer of her father’s mob.*That dayThat evening, after she had run aw
RiaBut then her mother’s words sank in.A wave of fear swept through her. Had her mother sounded…strained?Impulsively, she looked at the man towering above her and she said in a small voice,“Philippe, is everything all right at home?” and her breath hitched as she went on,“Mumma? Is she…’Ria could not bring herself to ask. Philippe felt the tenderness he had for her well up.He took off his glasses and said in a soft, warm voice, ‘Princess,’It made her stiffen. He had always called her Princess while they were growing up. Mafia Princess, the others would tease her and she would toss her golden curls and declare,‘Yes, I am a Mafia Princess!’Now the usage of that familiar nickname made her feel warm. And …loved?She looked into his eyes as he said, the black eyes glowing with honesty,‘Your Parents. They want to see you. Something has come up. ‘Replacing his shades, he made to step away but as she opened her mouth in alarm, he went on, soothingly, his voice gentle,‘They are ok
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