It took me a while to adjust to this idea which had been floated by Aiyana Laughing Water. In her clear, clinical way, she had put forth what she saw as the best solution. And I knew, as my eyes went over the harsh, craggy features of my husband, that he was already thinking about it.I stood up, pushing myself off my lover's lap awkwardly as I stuttered,“But…Claude…? He…will he…?”Lucien made a rude sound.“Woman,” he growled,” The boy has made it abundantly clear that he is attracted to the girl. And it beats him screwing around and impregnating some random woman.”My husband was, as always, explaining things in a practical, no-nonsense way, but I still hesitated.‘I need to think,’ I blurted, wringing my hands as I moved backwards to the door."It's…”Pushing the door open, I walked away, my thoughts in a whirl.Claude was so young! He was little more than a child to me…But then, I bit my lip and leant against the cool window pane, thinking.*Ria came into the room, leading Rudy
After Piers had expressed his outrage in a muted fashion, Lucien had put his foot down. Hard.“It is either that or let them kill him,“ he announced bluntly.That had got Piers's attention. He could not in his heart, think of giving his brother away to the Bratva for he knew how dangerous the large outfit was. But he also knew how the Russians would not hesitate to kill anyone who had appeared to dishonour their women.He changed tack.“Mumma?” he stuttered hesitantly."What about your Mumma?" growled Lucien, drawing his brows together in a fierce, threatening frown as he eyeballed his oldest son.“I mean…Sir…What does she…?” asked Piers bravely, although his father’s cold stare was making him sweat uncomfortably.Lucien grunted.“Your Mumma knows to trust me when it comes to the good of our children.’And the matter was ended with that pronouncement.*When the unsuspecting Claude returned late that evening, he was told to head to his father’s study immediately. Sweating profusely, t
Keeping with his indomitable nature, Lucien Delano swiftly swung into action and carried out his plan with purpose. The Mafia Don had the power of his sway over the major part of the country, along with the numerous political leaders he had on his side, to make himself a forceful and domineering ally to anyone he chose to support. Kiril Kosev, the Bratva mob head, was aware of this. He was also extremely disappointed in his own relative, Yuri Kosev the son of his deceased brother and only heir, who had not been anything but an embarrassment. The sadistic manner in which he was trying to muscle his way amongst the other men had disappointed and put off the older man, who had wanted to bring about some degree of polish to his outfit.When Lucien Delano put out his olive branch, the old Kirill Gosev grabbed it with both hands. He knew that his nephew, Yuri was angling to step into his shoes as soon as he got an opportunity.Even if it meant killing old Kirill to get there.The old man wa
At dinner that night, with the guests assembled, Lucien flicked a cool grey look at his wife. She looked beautiful, he thought again, with the accompanying tightening in his groin although he had just f*cked her thoroughly, a few hours ago.Resplendent in the gown that made her seem seductive and ethereal, she glided about, discreetly supervising the table. And she was HIS. Only his, he thought as he noted her slightly swollen lips, the result of his hard kisses, the mark on the pale mound of her breast that she had tried hard to cover with her hair; the mark he had left on his Woman as he sank his teeth into her soft breast as he emptied his seed in her.Kirill Gosev had not taken his eyes off Proserpina since he came, his bushy eyebrows lifting slightly as he noted that she was pregnant. He had smiled, his gold-capped teeth glinting as the introductions were made. All the Delano children had been present, and the Mafia Don ran his eyes over pride. They were a handsome lot, his four
Piers strode along the corridor, aware that his bodyguard was a few steps behind him. On such an important day as this, when the Bratva and the Delano mob were finally laying their animosity to the side and joining in a pact, it was always imperative to keep the peace.He was on the phone as he threw open his door and stormed into his room.He Facetimed her on the number, the number she had warned him to use only for emergencies.They looked at each other for a second, greedily devouring each other’s appearance. She looked weary, he thought with a pang, her hair had been coloured deep brown and she was wearing contacts. She seemed to be riding in a cab and her eyes kept moving to the driver, cold and hard, obviously frightening the hapless fellow, thought Piers fondly.Then she broke the spell and in her throaty growl, with a small twist of her lips, she said,‘There’s a car full of explosives headed to your house, Pretty Boy.’Her tone was low; she did not want the man driving the ve
ProserpinaWe settled down and I felt the tension knotting my stomach.“Coffee?” I asked pleasantly, my eyes on Katrina who looked as though she would burst into tears. The shrewish aunt had been grumbling and making some rather sharp remarks in her language all the way to the living room. She was now looking around, her envy written large on her sallow face.Gosev’s fiancée looked anxious.Our living room, the one we used to entertain important guests, was large and furnished with trinkets and pieces of art that I had collected painstakingly, lovingly, over the years.I sighed and clenched my fists as I wondered what sort of situation was being discussed in the study where my husband was holding a meeting. A short while later, we heard the loud rumble of engines, powerful ones as vehicles drove out from the underground basement.The rat-faced woman turned to me, her face ashen.“What is happening?” she shrieked in heavily accented English, jumping up to her feet.“I insist on being t
When Philippe strode into the mansion a few minutes later, he was still thinking of the Israeli woman who had arrived there to save them. An unfamiliar feeling of awe had settled in his gut.James Schwarz was an expert marksman but even he would have had a hard time getting such an exact shot at the man who had been driving an explosives-laden vehicle, shooting him at the very moment that he had been swerving...Damn, but the woman was an ace, he thought, as he knocked and entered the Boss’s study.Clouds of cigar smoke engulfed the Russian mobster, Kirill Gosev, who turned to watch them enter. Beston trooped in and the guards discreetly shut the door.Lucien St Claire leaned back in his chair, his narrow-eyed gaze on them as he growled,“Well?’Beston cleared his throat.‘The vehicle …it was heading towards the house…’Lucien cleared his throat impatiently.“Hila Zaid saved us.” Said Philippe and for a split second, his eyes went to Piers who was standing by his father’s side, Claude
The Mafia Don had made arrangements to have Yuri captured and he knew that Kirill was eager to help.Then again, the way the man had practically undressed his wife as she moved around, his eyes feasting on her body, had made Lucien furious.With an oath, he rose and limped out, heading to the bedroom.*ProserpinaIt was late when Lucien came to bed. Rather, it was almost dawn when he walked in.I sat up sleepily, for I had been tossing and turning.‘Lucien…’ I began but my husband moved to me purposefully, his pale eyes glittering.He was in a dark mood, I saw at once, and he had been drinking heavily.His gaze moved to my parted lips as I nervously ran my tongue over them, gripping the front of my robe. Stepping to me, Lucien gripped my nape, a fistful of my long hair in his hands as he brought his mouth down on mine, hard and unrelenting.I felt myself tremble, the wetness flooding me with his rough caress, as his hand moved to my heavy breast, twisting my thick nipple.I gasped, m
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