PiersHe wanted to follow the woman, find out about her but he knew that Mumma had arranged a celebratory dinner at home and he needed to get back and change. Claude drove back with him, both the brothers lost in their thoughts. Danielle had also been invited and she was going to be there with her partner, Grace. And of course, Mumma’s best buddy, Melissa Lord. As for Uncle Schwartz, he was practically family but Piers wondered if he intended to bring along Aiyana Laughing Water, the dark and reticent woman who had been with the FBI and who had been Uncle James’ lover off and on.He just hoped that Maja Nord and her obnoxious children had not been invited; Mumma was a sucker for sob stories so one could never say but he did not really like those kids or their mother. Philippe would be returning in the evening after his battery of tests at the hospital had been completed. He was under observation in the hospital, heavily guarded by Lucien Delano’s men. The sorrow of having lost three o
MajaShe shifted from one foot to the other uneasily, aware that her rented dress was a little over the top as compared to the other women. Proserpina Delano was moving about in the kitchen, with James Schwartz leaning against the counter, chuckling at something that Proserpina was saying to him, shaking her head and smiling.As for the woman who had walked in with Schwartz, Aiyana Laughing Water, she was dressed as impeccably as ever. After giving Maja a distant nod, she turned away and greeted Melissa with a lot more warmth. Soon she strolled away, her phone at her ear, lost in some conversation, her forehead crinkling in thought.As for Melissa, she stayed on, in the kitchen with Proserpina and Schwartz. They were obviously very close to each other, like a trio of comrades, she thought as she saw them put their heads together. The aroma of spicy food filled the kitchen and Maja felt her stomach growl in anticipation. Whatever it was that Proserpina had put together, it smelt delici
Schwartz had left to join the Boss who had just reached home, announced Beston, when he came to inform them that it was time to serve dinner. Proserpina smiled her thanks at him and wiped her hands on a tea towel.Dinner was served when the Don had come down after a shower. He had come straight from the Clubs and wanted to be fresh for the evening. He had also invited a couple of men, his friends from his days as a youth and Proserpina’s heart sank as she saw old Patrick O’ Connor.The talkative Irishman with the bright blue eyes and charm had been a drinking buddy of Lucien’s from the days when they were street fighters. The man had run through four marriages if she remembered right and was generally away in the UK or in Ireland. But when he did come, and he met her on some very rare occasion, he made it a point to flirt heavily with her and she disliked his bright blue eyes that seemed to strip her. He also had a pair of roving hands and she made it a point to skirt him when he did
LucienHe wiped his lips and tossed the napkin down. Looking around, he saw the satisfied faces of his guests. As usual, he thought approvingly, his Woman had outdone herself. The flavored rice, with the taste of spices, had been subtle and delicious. The chicken she had prepared to go along with it, which was called Tandoori chicken, had been exquisite and O’Connor had been in raptures. But then, he was always like that, observed Lucien, his eyes moving over his old friend.The man’s dramatic utterances and cheerful, almost benign little goblin looks, made him a guest who could hold the attention of the guests with ease , with his many stories.Patrick O’Connor had been in his element, flooding his eager audiences with myths from his country. Tara had listened wide-eyed as he narrated the tale of the Banshee. Right now, he was onto the myth of the Children of the Lir.His eyes kept roving to Proserpina, repeatedly, and he seemed to wait for her to smile and applaud, a fact that did n
Lucien was furious with Schwartz; it was obvious that he had kissed his Woman and he sat in his car, clenching and unclenching his fists.Schwartz had got into his own vehicle but Lucien could see that he was distracted, had seen the way the man who was his best friend, had avoided Proserpina’s confused brown eyes.She had looked hurt and unhappy, not the expression of a woman who was cheating on her husband, he knew.So it had been Schwartz who had got carried away.Now he got out of the car in silence, his body stiff with anger and strode into the Club.Schwartz followed, his long legs striding beside the Don, head hanging low, morose and repentant.*Once in the study, however, Lucien indicated that he wanted to be alone with his mate. His guards and valet trooped out silently.And the moment Schwartz stepped in, Lucien swung his fist, connecting with Shwartz’s jaw. The tall man lurched back, his hand going to his face, stumbling, a crystal vase crashing to the floor and shattering
PiersHe watched, his face a cold, hard mask, reminiscent of his father, as the woman was hauled up, shackled, and her hands behind her back. Suitably restrained. He knew what a dangerous individual she was for he had gone through her bio. And he had no intention of letting her get away. As she was jerked roughly to the door, still in her T-shirt and shorts, her night clothes, the cat appeared. A large, aged tabby, who walked forward, tail in the air, an attitude of ownership in every fibre of its movement. Approaching her, it rubbed itself against her legs. She spoke then, in a throaty growl, her eyes, black marbles of anger, spearing him.’See that the cat is fed.’ And as Piers met her gaze coldly, she added, through gritted teeth,“Please.’He nodded, a curt gesture and then, she was being forced into the car, two of his men flanking her, her hands behind her back, making her squirm uncomfortably. Piers sat in the front, and met her angry gaze in the rear view mirror as his cars sl
PiersHe watched, his face a cold, hard mask, reminiscent of his father, as the woman was hauled up, shackled, and her hands behind her back. Suitably restrained. He knew what a dangerous individual she was for he had gone through her bio. And he had no intention of letting her get away. As she was jerked roughly to the door, still in her T-shirt and shorts, her night clothes, the cat appeared. A large, aged tabby, who walked forward, tail in the air, an attitude of ownership in every fibre of its movement. Approaching her, it rubbed itself against her legs. She spoke then, in a throaty growl, her eyes, black marbles of anger, spearing him.’See that the cat is fed.’ And as Piers met her gaze coldly, she added, through gritted teeth,“Please.’He nodded, a curt gesture and then, she was being forced into the car, two of his men flanking her, her hands behind her back, making her squirm uncomfortably. Piers sat in the front, and met her angry gaze in the rear view mirror as his cars sl
PiersHe felt the hot flush of anxiety as he released his grip on the obnoxious woman he was holding so closely. Damn her. But she was a vixen, he thought furiously, trembling with rage. She smiled, her wide, tempting mouth parting to reveal pearly white teeth. She delicately licked her bottom lip, amusement, and arousal going through her as he watched the young man’s face flush with anger and desire.‘Well?’ she whispered,’ Shall we talk’He thrust her away from him and turning, left the small holding cell. But her voice rang in his eyes.‘Piers Delano, believe me now, There is something you need to know about your precious sibling.’*Hours later, he was back. He did not have the courage to tell his father what he had just learnt. Lucien Delano adored his daughters and that whatever silly little Tara had been up to, must be kept a secret. He had tried to call his siblings, Ria and Claude but both of them were unreachable. Claude must be asleep, he thought as he rubbed his forehead i