RiaShe opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep on the bed in Paddy’s basement room sometime during the night. When Piers came back to the house and came in search of her at some time during the night he shook her awake. Together, they had tried to make sense of what Paddy had been up to but had only succeeded in drawing a blank.The twins had been too weary to continue to make some of the scribblings of Paddy’s bizarre notes, jotted down in his spidery scrawl. Yawning widely, they had left for their respective rooms upstairs, though her brother had helped her as they tried to grapple with what they had found.They had sat for a while, talking about the wealth of information they had unearthed from Paddy’s tablet. It had not been difficult to unlock that, his personal one, a device he left locked in his basement locker, safe and sound, except from his family. The password had been that of their first pet dog…It had been Cole’s name that Paddy had written on his notepad, the one he kep
Proserpina emerged, looking drawn but still ethereal in a simple cotton dress, a baby doll variation that had a deep neck and flared out from her waist lovingly. She smiled as she approached her husband. They exchanged a look which Maja noticed, a quick quirking of his heavy grey brows by the Don, an “are you ok?’ kind of look and the beautiful wife of the Don replied with the barest of nods, a small, barely imperceptible smile on her face, the dimples reappearing magically. The woman was glowing, thought Maja enviously.How did she look so dramatically beautiful, without being beautiful in the full sense?She was round and curvy, with a well-endowed figure. But it was the movement of her body as she swayed across, sultry and sensual.A siren, through and through, but with an innocence as well.Maja felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to catch Schwartz, a speculative gleam in his eyes as he met her startled blue gaze and then his eyes moved away. Maja Nord looked down quickly and c
ColeHe was agitated. Cole Brandt nee Delano, was a desperate manHe had found out that his father was planning to have him transported to a remote area in Australia, sea salt mining of all things, in Karratha. It sounded like the back of beyond. Not for Cole the drudgery of work and from what he guessed, his father was not going to allow him to sit about in a fancy office. No, this would be work, work and more work.For F*ck’s sake, he swore as he paced nervously, now that he was in a small room in the Club still under the watchful gaze of his father’s people. And of course, that white-haired Amazon, Daniele.He had to get out of here and fast. His father had agreed, grudgingly, to send him in a week, not the very next day. But that was because his partner and friend in Australia, was away at the moment and he needed to be back to oversee Cole’s relocation.He needed to get word to the Monk. Britney, he had learnt that morning had been spirited away to Mexico again. Danielle had been
RiaShe looked at her father who gave her a silent, warning look.’Not now, “his cold eyes warned, ‘not in front of everyone.’Mumma was on her feet again, asking Philippe to join them for lunch. But to Ria’s relief, he gently refused. She bowed her head and went on eating, dimly aware of the conversation around her. She avoided looking at him but her heightened senses knew when he turned and left the room. Ria met her twin’s eyes and noted the amusement. She glared at him and said, in a chilly voice,“Piers, could you pass me the lime pie?’ He nodded sagely but his eyes were still dancing with merriment. He was probably the only one who knew about this crazed infatuation she had for the Capo of her father’s mob. But she suspected that her mother knew it too. Her eyes met Proserpina Delano’s and all at once, she knew her mother had figured it out, a long while ago. She smiled weakly at her mother and went on eating.Mumma was privy to a whole lot of things; she could be s intuitive, t
Ria spoke first, leaning forward, confusion writ large on her lovely face. ‘Pappa, you knew?’Then Piers burst out, but his tone was tempered with anger.‘Then why…? Why did you make Mumma suffer?’Lucien sighed and looked away.‘Your Mumma is a soft hearted woman.’ he said his voice cool, ’She would only have felt sorry for that ba*tard.’She is still innocent and believes the best of everyone, he could have added but he did not.He sighed again noting the mutinous expressions on the faces of his eldest-born children, knowing that he had caused his Woman a lot of grief. But then, he was a man who saw the big picture.‘Your Mumma will understand when I tell her.’ he went on, confident of his Woman.‘You mean, you haven’t told her yet?’ shouted Piers, leaping up, his face red with anger.His fists clenched, and Piers glared at his father. How could Pappa have put Mumma through so much pain? There were times when he sorely hated his father, and this was one such time.They stared at eac
RiaShe walked out of the room, conscious of Philippe behind her. She could actually smell his strong fragrance, a woody, spicy fragrance. And of course, she was aware of his gaze on her, felt his eyes on her pert rounded behind and for the umpteenth time, she wished she had not chosen to wear her low slung, figure-hugging jeans. His hot gaze seemed to be sending prickles of awareness down her spine.‘Would you like to come with me?’ he asked politely enough, his deep baritone making her jump.‘Or I could arrange another vehicle for you…"The Capo had stopped walking and now stood close by, jangling his keys in a casual manner.Like hell you will, Philippe , she thought grimly.She stopped and turned to face him, her hair in a messy bun, long tendrils having escaped to caress her cheek as she whirled around crossly. and then wished she had not. He was too close for comfort, his hair tied back in a neat ponytail, the black eyes curious as they assessed her face.“What?’ she said, her v
RiaIt was a small place and the proprietor, a Sikh gentleman with his bright blue turban, looked up at them questioningly over the top of his spectacles, as they approached the counter.Only a handful of customers were around and Ria saw that there were just two assistants, probably, the owner’s family, she thought as she noticed the striking similarities between them.Philippe had stepped up to the counter, his cold expression making the older man freeze. The Capo was already speaking to him, authority resounding in his voice when Ria moved to stand beside him, feeling dwarfed by the big, muscular man beside her.’We are looking for Erin Dorsey. I was told he works here,’ stated Philippe without a preamble. The man behind the counter looked alarmed his eyes taking in Philippe’s dominating presence and dark jacket and well-dressed looks.“Erin? Is he in some trouble? Who are you? Are you from the police?’ The man was flustered and he kept wringing his hands as he gabbled.With a sigh
PhilippeThe store owner’s sons had moved closer. While the older one seemed hypnotised by the thrust of Ria’s full breasts under the T-shirt which clung lovingly to the swell of her youthful body, the other was looking at the Capo in earnest.It was the younger son, his face too young for him to be anything more than a boy, who spoke up.“I remember now!” he cried and his father turned to look at him in surprise.“ After that man came in last week, Erin was a little upset.’ piped up the younger son knowingly and Ria felt her heart sink.Philippe was immediately onto it.“And what did this other man look like?’ he queried in a silky tone.The young boy, perhaps around fourteen or so, looked scared now, as he realised he had said something very important but Ria poked her head around the Capo’s brawny body and smiled pleadingly. The young boy’s eyes flickered appreciatively and he said,‘He was thin, I think, wearing a black leather jacket and dark jeans. Dirty blonde hair. Ah, yes, he
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