Lucien The ambulance aircraft touched down at a hospital in the city in a few hours’ time. Proserpina had slipped into a state of unconsciousness and he could see that the two nursing assistants were becoming increasingly agitated.He had already arranged for a group of his men to join him at the hospital and when they touched down, a large group of his trusted men was waiting there. A local arms dealer, who was also an important man in the government, was waiting for him too. Chico Martinez was a tall and elegant man, his thinning black hair neatly gelled and his clothes as dapper as ever. He was also a thorough gentleman if one could use the term for a gangster with morals.*“Your wife?” he said, coming forward, noting the grim-faced look on Lucien Delano’s face.“Is she alright?”He watched along with Lucien as the unconscious little woman was wheeled away immediately by a set of frantic attendants. Lucien made to follow her but Chico laid a restraining hand on his arm.“They a
ProserpinaI felt as though my body was being torn apart.I wanted to scream out but my body simply was not up to anything. Wearily, I surrendered myself to the welcoming darkness that rushed at me…LucienHe had bounded out of the lounge and grabbed the arm of one of the nurses in a vice-like grip.“What has happened to my wife?” he bellowed.“Sir, please Sir…,” stuttered the hapless young man, mortally terrified by the sight of the dishevelled, bloodied grey-haired man with pale, deadly eyes. Schwartz gently released the man, gripping Lucien’s arms, forcing him to calm down.Martinez had also appeared. Speaking in rapid Spanish, he managed to find out what was happening.“Your wife…” He looked strained as though afraid of Lucien’s reaction as he went on,“She… she has lost a lot of blood…”“F*CK!” roared Lucien, distraught and almost beside himself. He turned away, unable to listen to anymore.They had managed to save her from the clutches of the monster that was Dmitri, only to lo
ProserpinaI felt the white light around me fade away gradually.A sense of being in unexplored lands overcame me. I saw myself turning away, facing a land that lay in front of me, familiar and new, all at once.And then I was opening my eyes slowly.My heart swelled with trepidation and a deep unrest, a disquiet. And with it, a longing. A desire to return.Return where? asked my rational brain, kicking in at once.I opened my eyes slowly.*Cautiously.*My first thought was,” Where was I?”The room was unfamiliar. White walls, cool air…I squinted and winced. My body, especially my stomach, felt as though I had been under a road roller. The thoughts began to swirl in my head.What was I doing, lolling about in bed?I needed to fix breakfast; where was Claude…?And the twins? What about them? Was Lucien back home from wherever he had gone?Urgently, galvanised into action, I tried to swing my legs over the bed, but my body was too heavy.My legs refused to cooperate.And a large, d
LucienHe had just gotten off the phone with his children back in the mansion at Hollowford.Understandably, Ria was slightly piqued to hear that she had a baby sister. She took it to mean that there would be a contender for her father’s attention.She had had visions of lording it amongst an all-boys crew.Now …*But she had perked up when he had slyly insinuated that she could of course be the one in charge on account of her being the eldest.Immediately, she had bounced back, cheerful as ever.*But when she mentioned Paddy, the little autistic nephew of Sophia, he had been furious. The boy was still in his home although his aunt had been captured and was in one of his cells. Beatrice had said firmly that it was what Proserpina would have wanted.“The boy shall be sent away.” he snapped, thinking of how Sophie’s actions had resulted in so much pain and trouble for Proserpina.“No, Pappa.” said Ria earnestly. “Paddy loves Mumma. And Mumma adores him too. You know that.”And then, i
LucienHe stared, transfixed as his wife gently opened her robe, her eyes lovingly fixed on the little mite’s face. As she brought her large teat to the little one’s mouth, there was a change in him. He all but whimpered as he took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck greedily.Proserpina laughed; a breathless sound that caught in her throat and she looked across at him. The tender expression on his usually harsh face caught her unawares and she smiled, her dimples appearing. Even with her yellowing, fading bruise and her cut lip and haggard look after her dreadful experience, in Lucien’s eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.He knew that he wanted to hold her in his arms and keep her beside him forever. *Lucien had been plagued by thoughts of uneasiness. of guilt, as he sat, those long hours, beside her bed, holding her hand, talking to her, while she was unconscious.Seeing her like that, her body attached to tubes, he had been inundated with guilt. Initiall
Proserpina I was yet to see the rest of Lucien’s ‘crew’ as he called them drily. So I was thrilled to know they were finally going to be permitted to come and visit me that afternoon.I was freshly bathed and the nurse had brushed out my hair, the long mahogany tresses finally feeling shiny and clean beamed the nurse, whose name was Camilla. Gently, carefully, she smoothed out the wild tangles.She commented on my husband.“Mr. Dello, he very much older than you?’ I smiled at her choice of expression, her curiosity and shook my head. Lucien was close to two decades older than me but in my eyes, he was all that I ever wanted. Every time she called him Mr Dello, I had the desire to laugh. *My babies were in cots in the same room as I. Now they slept in identical postures, mouths puckered, eyes squeezed shut, small pink fists clenched, the small fluff of blonde hair on their little heads. My heart went out to them. I had been shifted to a larger, VIP room, on the recommendation of Ma
ProserpinaI stared at him in bewilderment. Astonishment had me floored and then, as his words sank in, I whispered, in shock and the rage flooded through me.‘SHARE?’I stepped closer to him, feeling the blood pounding in my head.After all that I had gone through with him, THIS was all he could think of? His stupid jealousy?And God knows, it had already all but torn us apart.*LucienHe knew he had said the worst thing possible when he saw the change in her face. Her eyes flashed in anger, her chest heaved ad she moved towards him, the tips of her large breasts almost touching him. She looked magnificent but her voice was glacial as she began to speak, her voice low and vibrating in fury.*‘SHARE? Did you just say, SHARE?’Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to control herself. Gripping the side of the bed, she went on, holding herself up regally,“Lucien Delano.’ she said fiercely, ‘Listen to me because this is definitely the last time I am going to say this to you.’
LucienHe stared at Aiyana in some astonishment, bristling.NO one had ever dared to speak to him like that before, in such a peremptory manner.As he glared at her she turned to Schwartz.“Can you leave us, please?”she said in a peremptory tone.James Schwartz nodded slightly, looking shamefaced. Lucien guessed that she had possibly had a similar talk with him.“Mate, listen to her,“ he said gruffly and strode away, hands in pockets.*Aiyana turned to fix him with a cold, hard gaze.Danielle hovered around.“Proserpina has gone through hell,” she said in a low, intense voice.”And she is probably never going to forget what she went through,” she went on through gritted teeth. As he scowled and opened his mouth to snap at her, she held up her hand imperiously.“Don’t give me cr*p: I have seen victims of kidnappings, they can never be the same.”Her black eyes were like live coals, as she stared at him and said sadly,‘They are damaged.”He stopped in mid-sentence, his body going cold.
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