Lucien He was half-amused by his daughter’s elaborate story. He knew she had wanted to see him. Ria was a mastermind at fabricating stories, and he knew for a fact that his youngest son, who was not yet a year old, was under the weather. He might not have spoken to his wife, but he was keeping himself posted on everything that was happening there, right down to the behavior of Sophia.Beatrice and Beston were his eyes and ears, and they reported back to him four times a day.It annoyed him that the woman he had asked to be a companion for his wife was behaving in such a manner. From what he had gathered, she was of no help to Proserpina.***He scowled.He had wanted to make sure that Proserpina had another young woman to talk to when she was away. She was carrying their fourth child, and he wanted her to be happy.Beatrice had told him about Sophie and her sulky manner.Damn Schwartz, he thought angrily. The man and his soft heart! He had made a mistake in judging the woman.***So w
Lucien He gulped down the rest of his drink. Now he knew that the stakes had been irreversibly raised.There was no going back. He had gambled heavily by bringing in that woman, Catalina.Dmitri had risen to the bait.Somehow, Lucien had a gut feeling that it was coming to an end. Only one of them would be alive after this.He would have to make sure he was the one left standing.***He had a few more details to take care of before he flew to join his family.He strode to the window and stood, staring down at the well-kept lawns of the club. In the distance, he could make out the skyline of the city of Hollowford.Where are you hiding, Dmitri? he asked himself as he drank again.His fists clenched in the pocket of his immaculate trousers.***Proserpina When Lucien sent a message informing me that he would be arriving later that afternoon, I was in a flutter.Like a young woman waiting for her lover, I thought ruefully, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Inspite of his stran
Proserpina He was delayed, Lucien said in a terse voice message that he sent me.He might not be able to make it today, as something had come up. Something urgent.I sighed.At least, I told myself, rubbing my aching back, at least, he was sending me voice messages It was better than the deafening silence he had maintained all these days.***Ria was sulky. She threw a tantrum and wept a few copious tears.I tried to console her, but Pappa's girl was truly unhappy. She cried and said she had made a card for him, decorated with flowers.I smiled and kissed her curls, and after a while, she settled down, fretfully.And then her father called her, yes, HE called her to reassure her that he would be home by evening. The change was instantaneous. She was smiling and making Philippe do cartwheels again.We all had a good laugh over that!***I noticed Sophie hovering around at the edge of the group as I sat in the garden, playing with the kids. Paddy was beside me, a goofy grin on his face,
Proserpina Brian and I connected as easily as we had done in the earlier years. It felt to me as though we had not been out of touch all these years. Impulsively, I grabbed his hands and we stood, grinning and speaking. Ria and Piers who had approached warily were thrilled to see him; in particular, Piers who hugged him in abandon.As I stood with Claude in my arms, listening to Brian speaking in his calm, unaffected manner, I marvelled at his simplicity. I had read about his work online and I had been overwhelmed! He had been hailed all over the world as a man who was doing a lot of work in his field of spreading the message of peace via the teachings of the Buddha. He was also doing a lot for the people who were affected by natural calamities all over the world.During a lull in the conversation, as we sat sipping tea, he asked,“Do you know about the Mother’ His tone was sad.I nodded. The Mother, the chief nun at the monastery when I had been residing there, had passed away peacef
Proserpina I stared aghast at him and then felt myself go hot and then cold all over.I had been waiting for my husband, and this was how he reacted?The anger rose in me and I snapped,“Yes, I am sad, He is a loving friend.’Clenching and unclenching his fists, my lover stepped closer to me. I do not know what would have happened if Ria had not appeared.***Luckily, Ria rushed up to Lucien, a tiny squalling kitten in her hands.“Look at what Phillippe found in the garden!’ she squealed. With a cold look at me, Lucien hunkered down to his daughter.”It’s small…’ he murmured. And moved back swiftly as the kitten took a swipe at him. “And a fighter.’ He added.And then, sending a look at me that made my knees quake, he said softly,“Like your mother.’Ria turned to look at me thoughtfully.“Is that why Unca Brian calls you his kitten?’ she asked ingeniously, and my heart flipped as I saw the dark look on Lucien’s face.***One of the men stepped up, his rifle at the ready.“Boss, ‘ he
LucienHe could not control himself for long. The sight of this woman before him, her brown eyes looking up at him soulfully, with love and trust made him feel angry with himself. Did he deserve her?’She took him in her mouth, gently, lovingly. But he did not want to do gentle now. He wanted to hurt her, to use her,Jerking her to her feet, he pushed her to the bed and flipped her onto her stomach.Then, before she could take a breath, he had slammed into her, revelling in the gasp. She was wet, so gloriously wet, pink and glistening, and he covered her with his body as he rode her, bending over her. He could smell her arousal and hear her panting and gasping, and it made him harder as he slammed into her tight channel.***“ This is the only c*ck you will ever get, baby.’ He growled with each powerful thrust, getting more aroused as she whimpered in shock, pain and pleasure mingling in her.He lowered his mouth to her ear and said in a hoarse tone even as he rode her mercilessly,“A
ProserpinaI rose up from my seat in a surge of horror and fury. My heart was pounding so loudly, I could hear it hammering in my chest. Sweeping up my phone, I ran out, up the stairs to the room Lucien had taken as his study.I noticed Beatrice who was holding Claude, watching me in some consternation.“Chile,’ she called out in anxiety,“Are you okay?’I nodded and then shook my head as I tore up, my yoga pants and long Tee not hampering me. Dimly, I was aware of Sophie in the background, watching. She seemed to be on edge, observing me carefully and ther was something strange about her behaviour. But I was too upset to care about anything. I had to see my husband. And I had to have it out with him; NOW.***When I threw open the door, the first thing I saw was the ashen-faced look on Lucien’s face as he stood with Beston, a phone in the other man’s hands. They turned to look at me as I stormed in, the tears flowing down my cheeks.‘You horny …bastard!’ I screamed and launched mysel
ProserpinaI stumbled, determined to get out of the room, pushing him away.As I approached the door, he reached there before me, placing his large hands on the door, preventing me from opening it. he was behind me and I could feel the heat of his body as he held me captive, preventing me from opening the door. he spun me about urgently, a look of wretchedness on his face as he growled.‘You have to listen to me,' he said, a quiet anguish in his voice. I turned to push him away but he captured my hands in one of his massive ones and spoke in a hoarse, urgent tone,‘’I...I thought it was you…’ and as I stared at him, baffled, he went on, meeting my eyes, searching, a strange expression in them.‘That night, I swear, I thought it was you with me, woman.’I gaped at him and then hit him again, on his deep chest.‘I…’ I sputtered in fury now,‘Just how NAÏVE do you think I am, you…you low life scum? You...man whore?’I spat,I was breathing heavily and he held me captive against the door,
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