SchwartzHe crouched low in the undergrowth and trained his gun on the hill, the rise where the vehicle would appear. All about him, the massive trees stretched their bare arms to the sky in supplication. The harsh winter wind whipped through the dry leaves, causing them to shower onto the ground. The eerie sound of the wind as it wailed added to the desolate feeling. A land of emptiness despite being so rich, he thought as he waited. The stories these trees could tell, he thought as he glanced around quickly, the tales of wanderers going hiking, never to be found again. James Schwartz had positioned himself in such a way that he could see the slope from where the car would emerge. Having donned his camouflage jacket, he blended well with the dull brown of the world around him. Having been a sure shot snipe in the US Army for many years, he was already calm and watchful, alert as ever, his mind clear as he focused on sounds and movement. He shut an eye and peered through the scope. H
LucienIt was the sound of the voice of his beloved woman that made him raise his head with a start. Proserpina ?He heard her and then saw her, the familiar, lovely woman he loved with all his heart. She was racing down the hill, the momentum causing her to tumble down and she rolled down and landed there, a little way off.She was before him, almost kneeling before them, hands raised in supplication and he roared in anger, in dismay, his heart swelling as he saw how distraught she looked, white-faced, her soft mouth trembling, the brown eyes overflowing with tears as she whispered,‘Please, No,”. Proserpina“NOOOO!!!‘ I screamed and set off down the hill, waving my arms. I was barely aware of falling and rolling down to within a few feet of the three people who stood in the doorway, staring at me. Lucien raised his head sharply as I landed on the ground, crying out helplessly as the sharp stones dug into my body. His eyes blazed and at that moment, I knew once again how much I lo
They left the scene of the crime quickly. Old Gustav had collapsed, dead with the force of the blow. Though Phillipe had hit him with the blunt end of the axe, the old man had died instantaneously.Proserpina hugged Philippe and wondered silently why he seemed to feel no remorse for having killed a man. But the youth seemed frozen and exhausted. Would he become like Lucien, she thought, holding him in her arms, pitiless when it came to his enemies and anyone who threatened his loved ones? For she had watched in horror as, with his hands bound, her lover had tackled the woman holding the gun and brought her to the ground.Siek Toth had reached the spot, by now and had taken stock of the attack. Enfolding Lucien in a hug before barking orders to his men, he insisted that they leave at once. Lucien needed medical help. His wound was bleeding again, staining the rough cloth around his chest a deep crimson. As they raced away from the place, Proserpina glanced back. The menacing dark silho
LucienSettling down beside her, he tugged her body to his, bringing her awake with his rough imperative caresses. Much as he knew he should rest, and his body still felt sore, he could not resist her. His co*k was already hard and eager, wanting to ravish her.She whimpered, ‘Lucien, I am tired…’ but he had been denied her body for too long.“I need you, woman,’ he grunted as he began to work on the buttons of her shirt. She opened her eyes, smiling lazily, knowing that her Mafia Lord could not be denied. Her womanhood was already wet, fuelled by the desire in his eyes, the expression of want in his eyes.“You are hurt,’ she whispered, stroking his bearded cheek gently but her nipples were taut when they sprung out of the confining bra.He gave a thick grunt and bent his head to suckle them, grazing them with his teeth, relishing the sounds of longing she made as she automatically arched her back, begging for more.“I am not going to be gentle, woman.’ he growled warningly, one hand
Schwartz smiled fondly as Proserpina practically flew out of the car to scoop her children in her arms even before the car had slid to a halt. Claude fell on her as did Piers and Ria. As for the little ones, who seemed to have grown bigger in a month’s time, they immediately commenced their wailing on sensing the presence of their mother, close at hand.Lucien stepped out slowly. His chest still hurt and his knuckles were battered. The sight of his large family made his heart swell with pride and some other feeling he was still getting used to; the feeling of love, of belonging.But then, Ria ran to him and throwing her arms around her father, she sobbed as he hugged her tightly and cried,“ Pappa, O Pappa!!! You are safe!!!’Philippe slid out of the car shyly and stood, his hands awkwardly hanging by his sides, unsure what he was supposed to do in the midst of a family reunion.Impetuous as ever, Ria turned to him and flew to him. She caught his hands and leaned up to plant a kiss on
Proserpina Melissa Lord told me she had arrived just that morning. She had been put up in the bedroom on the ground floor that faced the orchard and I checked to make sure that she was comfortable. As she glanced over my shoulder nervously, I saw that Danielle had appeared beside me.“Okay, Flo Nightingale, ‘she said drily, puffing away at a cigar, a real one this time, ’take a rest. You just flew in from Europe. And ‘ her eyes slid knowingly, slyly, to my neck as she went on,‘Looks like the Boss and you have been getting to know each other all over again, bae.’ she added in a lower voice, chortling as I blushed and turned away.Rachel came to me, Dom in her arms.‘I am going to take this chap with me, back to my latest job.’ she said.*Melissa quickly excused herself and disappeared in the general direction of the bedroom down the long corridor which was flanked by large windows on one side. Danielle was a little too abrasive for people who were meeting her for the first time, I t
Lucien They had been following the career of the elusive Father Paval.And had been shocked to discover the layers of deceit beneath which the so-called man of the cloth was hiding. The first reference to him was found in a police document stating that as a teen, he had been booked for raping and killing a minor. One murder had been discovered but he had admitted to committing similar actions before. Sent to a juvenile home, the delinquent had come out saying he was reformed, enlightened, and had managed to join a church group. Silence persisted about his whereabouts on the surface but Lucien had made his associates dig into the past. They had come up with astounding disclosures.Paval had been on the verge of being thrown out of the Church twice on complaints of sexual harassment and molestation. But on both occasions, he had obviously bribed or threatened his way back. And had slowly risen to the position of a priest, albeit stationed at a remote location.*It was obvious that t
ProserpinaI stood where I was, smiling benignly at my husband, the Mafia Don who looked amazed and furious alternately at having his terse command so blatantly ignored.Moving my hand to my peasant blouse, I slowly undid the top buttons, revealing the tops of my plump breasts.‘No,’ I breathed,’ I think I do not want to. That sounds like it is going to be a little…ummm…uncomfortable.’ And I gave him a big smile, unable to throw my head back and laugh as I saw the growing incredulity on his face.He roared,‘I SAID GET THE F*CK OVER HERE, WOMAN!”Shaking my head, I slowly undid another button, emboldened by his hot gaze. He could not tear his eyes away and I sighed languidly. I knew I was playing a dangerous game but I had not teased him for a long while.‘Ummm, it really does not sound very appealing…’ and after a tiny pause, I added softly,‘Making love to an Old man.’Deliberately, I turned my back to him and made to open the door that I had thoughtfully locked behind me.*That d
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