Piers

Piers

He reached the townhouse, entering the heavily guarded entrance and going up in the elevator gliding silently to the rooms at the top. The rooms on the third floor were reserved for the Mafia Don and his family. The second floor was where the Don held his meetings and his guests stayed if at all any were in attendance. Piers knew that an Aba sheikh and his attendants were occupying a few of the rooms; Pappa had some deal going on with them and he needed to keep them close. Hence the security as well. He frowned. How would Hila manage to get in?

He need not have worried.

Even as he shut the door, a figure stepped out from the darkness and an arm went around his throat. He chuckled softly,

“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” he asked softly, unconsciously echoing his father’s way of addressing the woman he loved.

He knew it was Hila; her scent, her natural body aroma, for she did not use any fancy perfumes, surrounded him and he groaned. He was tall and lithe but she came up to hi