The flight landed in under three hours and I woke up groggily, having gone to sleep in the large bed at the back of the aircraft. Lucien was not to be seen; he had insisted that I rest and I had given in although I was slightly piqued with him for dragging me back. I had just managed to look at Schwartz through the large glass partition and all I could make out was his poor body swathed in bandages. We drove back home, Lucien barking orders at people all the while, switching from one phone to another. I could make out that he had already begun to exact revenge and that at least a handful of the evil Monk’s men had met their maker…*Piers had been chuffed to know that his father did not want him to be near Schwartz; instead, he had asked for the Capo to take charge. Pies had known the man since he was just a toddler, and James Schwartz was like a father to him. He sank his head in his hands and shut his eyes. The Monk should be destroyed, along with the One-Eyed villain. But how could
ProserpinaI watched as James Schwartz was shifted to the large room in our house. He arrived with a posse of doctors in attendance, flanked by a heavily armed group of men who looked hard and cold. I knew that Lucien had men who would not hesitate to kill at an order but I had never seen the likes of these assassins and I felt a cold chill course through me. Lucien met my eyes, his gaze hard, and jerked his chin, indicating that I disappear into the house. But I stuck my chin out and pouted. I would remain beside my husband.The Mafia Don looked like thunder but refrained from saying anything before his men.*Philippe had accompanied them and I knew that Ria wanted to spend time with her fiancé. But the girl was remarkably mature now and she went about, organizing the transfer of Paddy from the room he had been in, to another one which faced the lawns. I watched Paddy, my heart full as he moved. Now he was able to respond and there were times when he would open his eyes and look abo
ProserpinaSomething about the men who had been brought in to guard us and Schwartz, made me uneasy. They were respectful enough, avoiding my eyes when I happened to run into them, but I could feel their eyes boring into my back when I walked down the corridor or met one of them in the large house as they patrolled.The men are dangerous; stay away from them. Lucien had cautioned me, and his warning echoed in my mind as I went about my work with that thought. Dom and Lou had been sent back, as had Tara. While the boys had returned to their elite school in the Alps, she would be enrolled in a school in Europe close to her siblings in the summer, but till then, she was to be under the watchful eye of Brain Gaulle and his organization in the Far East.I sighed as I set my reading glasses down.My children, I thought.Seven of them, and another one is on the way.I loved my Mafia Don, body and soul, but was I doing the right thing by bringing another little life into this world?So much v
Paddy was able to walk with some support now. And I knew that I had my big, beefy Claude to thank for that. He had unhesitatingly hefted the slighter man up in his arms, striding onto our lush green lawns. There he proceeded to work with the physiotherapist, a bemused-looking young girl whom I suspected had been in Claude’s bed already.They made progress, at any rate, and soon, Paddy was walking, leaning heavily on his brother, but with a look of joy on his face as he finally managed to get his limbs moving. Claude, as always, was over the moon. He threw his arms around the young physiotherapist and kissed her soundly. The girl, her spectacles askew, blushed beet red, her dark skin and neatly braided cornrows looked askance. Nahla Kennedy was shy and could barely look into my son’s eyes when he was around, but I had seen on more than one occasion, how her lovely doe eyes trailed him when he walked into a room.I sighed. Claude had his father’s legendary prowess in bed, but Piers saw
ProserpinaAfter Lucien Delano left, the house seemed to be a hollow shell. I was pining for him, I thought in amazement when I found that I had been staring at the same page on the screen for an hour and had not made a single annotation, not a single new word typed in.Wretched, I stood up and stretched. The happy gurgle of Rudy’s chuckles floated up from the lawn and I smiled. The boy was a charmer, and all the people who came in contact with him were eating out of his hand in no time.My baby bump was negligible but I smiled as I placed my hand over my stomach and sighed.I wanted my big lover to dominate me in bed again. The enormous bed in our suite seemed empty and when I went to bed, I curled up in the middle and I felt as though I was alone in the middle of an island.*I watched as the bright red Beetle, Aiyana’s car, drove up to the door and I sighed. She visited him every day, standing at the window, staring out, her face hard and grey with worry. The woman truly loved him
ProserpinaI waited expectantly for Lucien had told me that he was due back this evening. Just a clipped message, that was all but it had made me blush. God knows my body longed for him to return and claim me. Pregnancy always turned me into a roaring sex maniac, I thought drily and I marvelled in that mix of pain and pleasure my lover put me through, his savage lovemaking leaving me breathless and panting for more.Ria was standing in the hallway, speaking urgently in a low voice and I saw from the pinched expression on my son’s face that it was something that did not make him happy.I moved forward and they turned as one, their faces taut.‘What is it?’ I demanded but Piers moved to me, taking my shoulders. He was taller than me, this firstborn of mine and he said with a shake of his head,’ Nothing, Mumma.’But Ria moved forward, eyes flashing.‘No, we need to tell Mumma, Piers.’And turning to me, she snapped,‘Philippe sent me a message.’ I felt a familiar churning in my stomach.
ProserpinaI had prepared Lucien’s favorite dishes, knowing that my Mafia Don relished a hearty meal when he returned from any trip.This evening, I had put together for dinner a massive spread: strawberry balsamic chicken thighs that my lover thoroughly enjoyed, crown roast of pork with mushroom dressing which was another of his favorites, and of course, slowly simmered Burgundy beef stew, which he swore was his comfort food.For dessert, I had prepared Chiffon pie and a Lady Baltimore cake that I knew Philippe loved. But to my dismay, poor Rudy came down with a fever by mid-morning and was cranky and quite unlike his usual robust and cheerful self; he kept hankering for me to carry him, and I was in the nursery when I heard the sound of Lucien returning.“Woman!,’ he bellowed as was his wont as he entered the hall, and I left the room, aware that I looked flushed and messy in my worn old yoga pants and the Indian blouse that had seen better days. But I had changed into the first clo
ProserpinaWe entered the room where Schwartz was lying still and unmoving. The young doctor, who was in attendance, stood up hastily, swallowing as he looked at Lucien. My Mafia Don had that effect on people, I mused.We had arranged for two doctors to be beside Schwartz all day and night. Lucien was prepared to spend as much as was needed and more for his friend. Not that anyone would grudge it; we all loved the Handsome man who now lay, breathing deeply.Lucien barked at the Asian doctor who gave him the details; James Schwartz was doing well. The major part of his burns were on his thighs and legs. And they had healed to a large extent, with all the expensive treatment and medication that he was receiving. I smiled softly as I looked at the features of the sleeping man.Lucien shifted beside me, and I turned to look up at him, surprising him the strange look on his craggy features before the expression disappeared.Smiling, I stepped towards him but the phone in his hand began to