Proserpina: Fear

Aiyana

She watched him furtively from under her lashes as she sipped her drink. He was undoubtedly attractive and the raw grief she had glimpsed in him that night years ago was nowhere to be seen.

She had done some work, finding out about him before he had arrived at her room this evening. That was when she had discovered that he was the Underboss of the gang, working under Lucien Delano.

Interestingly, she had also found out that the ruthless, almost heartless man who had run the mob with an iron hand, was now married and had three children. She had seen pictures of him with his wife, a younger woman, definitely twenty years younger, curvaceous and alluring-looking with smoky brown eyes and a figure that would make any man lust after her. She was sexy but seemed to have eyes only for the burly, grim-faced older man with her.

To her amazement, her source had informed her that Delano was now deeply faithful to his wife, besotted being the word her source had used.

Rumour had it that the