Philippe stood outside the door, his palms sweaty. He had made up his mind. There was no going back; he was going to ask the Mafia Don for his permission.It had been sitting on his chest, like a weight. He loved Ria. And he knew that she felt the same about him; so why not go ahead and ask the Don for his blessings?He had seen Proserpina Delano and James Schwartz enter the rooms where the Don had retired for a break after his strenuous schedule; the man had not been back to his house all week. He had been holding meetings with various people scattered all over the globe, physical meets as well as virtual ones. All with one purpose; to crush the Monk who was holed away in some part of the country, licking his wounds like an animal for his attempt to spirit away Lucien Delano’s younger daughter had not worked out.And Lucien Delano was powerful and influential enough to get his way. He had already smashed the Monk’s base in Hollowford and in other places in the US. He was now working
Proserpina The flight touched down in a white world. It had been snowing all night and in the morning, the world outside my aircraft window appeared to be entirely draped in white. Tugging on my faux fur-lined gloves, I huddled into my heavy coat and stepped out after thanking the crew. Phillippe was beside me, his stance that of a fighter, wary and alert. As we descended the stairs carefully, I saw the man who had come to collect me.Siek Toth. Beston had given me the brief details before we embarked on our epic journey.Toth was a warlord and an arms dealer in the East European region. And Beston had also warned me gently to be careful when I spoke to the man. He was loyal to Lucien and they had been doing business for years. But being a traditional, conservative type of man, he had not been happy to learn that Lucien’s wife was dashing halfway across the globe to search for her missing husband. Siek Toth subscribed to the view that I, as a mourning widow, should have taken to be
Maja“Oh, great, thought Maja as she picked up her duffle bag and trotted after the man who was striding out, anger in every fibre of his bearing. ‘Please wait,’ she panted and he stopped abruptly, turning to look at her, his green eyes hard and cold, all the humour and the warmth had vanished. He looked dangerous and she halted at once. “Look,’ she murmured softly, stopping in her tracks as she looked into his hard, handsome face, “I did not…’ and then, looking him in the eyes, she said in a small voice, ”I am sorry.’ Tilting her chin, she gazed at him, stubbornly. He sighed and nodded. ’Car’s here.’ he said shortly and they saw that a large deep blue sedan had driven up to the door. The children eagerly piled into the back seat as one of the men standing at the entrance came over to help them to load their luggage, just a couple of sad-looking, worn-out suitcases. Maja bit her lip. They looked like refugees; she thought bitterly, which they were in some sense of the word! The
Lucien looked down at his Woman who was sleeping. Her body was snuggled to his and even in sleep, he had been holding her to him, a heavy leg thrown over her thighs, trapping her body.They had made love all night long and she was sleeping the sleep of a person who was exhausted. He had repeatedly brought washcloths to wipe the inner thighs of his woman for after a while, she had seemed incapable of standing upright beneath the shower.At one point, he had draped his large, heavy body over hers, trapping her beneath him as he f*cked her while she lay helpless and panting beneath him on her stomach, as he drew his c*ck out, only to plunge into her wetness, hard and unrelenting as she gasped, scrabbling wildly under him.‘This c*nt belongs to me, understand, wh*re?’ he grunted hoarsely, turned on by the feel of her helplessness. He gripped a fistful of her hair and bit her nape as she whimpered, ’Yes, Lucien, yours. Only...’She panted helplessly.He flicked a hand over her round as* ch
Ria turned in astonishment as Philippe strode into the kitchen of the Delano mansion. It was almost one in the afternoon, mealtime at the sprawling Delano mansion.With his black hair tied back, the beard neatly trimmed, in his black leather jacket and black jeans, complemented by black leather boots, he cut a stylish, impressive figure as he walked in, heading to the young woman with her golden hair in a messy bun, plump lips parted in astonishment as she saw him.Her grey-blue eyes widened in shock.*The Capo was a man who followed a strict agenda. He never came home to meet her, not in the middle of the day, anyway! He respected her father way too much. And it was lunchtime. He was usually at someplace where her father saw fit to send him. What was he doing her now?Ria had been with Beatrice and Camille in the kitchen, helping to prepare lunch, and baby Rudi was peevish, so she was carrying him on her hip, her little brother who had cereal all over his mouth and managed to look a
Hila leaned against the wall, her disguise in place. She was now working as part of the crew that did the mechanical work in the new Club and it had not been easy to wrangle a new identity card and more importantly, recreate herself all over again to fit the mould.But she was resourceful and still had contacts within the Monk’s people, those who feared, hated yet obeyed the diabolical man who pretended to be a holy person.In her new avatar, she was a member of the crew that helped to put the finishing touch to the electrical fittings of the sprawling buildings.She was dressed scruffily, her black hair hidden in a wig of short brown hair, a bandana about her head, and tattoos and piercings attached to her eyebrow and lower lip. All removable, of course. But it guaranteed that most people would focus on the tattoos and not on the shining green eyes which glared at them.All in all, a good disguise. And yes, since she was quite good at her work, for all her years in the army had train
Dusak smiled at the man who sat before him. Ramos the Spaniard who had once been beaten up in public by Lucien Delano, nervously kneaded his hands as he tried to look away from the photographs spread across the glass-topped table.Dusak smiled again, an evil smile, like a lizard watching his prey, thought the ageing Spaniard with a sickening lurch of his stomach.The photographs showed him in various poses with various women, each more sinister than the other. Ramos loved beating up women and the pictures were particularly graphic. He got off on inflicting pain. And he knew that if these snaps were revealed and the press got their dirty hands on them…Madre Dios!Ramos was now into politics and he had climbed up the ladder, successfully growing into a figure to be noted. The next elections were around the corner and he wanted to be the face of the party, the man who was tipped to be a future Presidente del Gobierno, Prime Minister of Spain. He had thought that he was keeping his little
HilaShe sank down on the floor of the tiny apartment room that she had rented. Just one room, with no furniture, nothing to show that it was inhabited. For she knew that her time was running out; the monk was searching for her and she was only managing to stay ahead because of her wits.Ravenous, she attacked the sandwich and wolfed it down. She had had to get a head start this morning and had only grabbed a bite in the noon. Now, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared out of the window dully.The news she had gleaned from the chatter between the Monk’s close associates, was that he was planning to kill the Delano family, definitely Proserpina Delano, the Mafia Don’s beloved wife, and probably incapacitate the Don himself. A team of men was being assembled for this purpose and she knew that they had to be warned. True, knowing the way Lucien Delano operated, it would be almost impossible to get to him but with the Monk and his dreaded nephew, one never knew.She sighe