HilaShe sat in the half-empty room, the bottle of rum before her, drained with just a few drops remaining.Running a hand through her short black hair, she swore as the tears welled up in her eyes. Drink always made her weak, causing the memories she had stifled with a strong hand, to rise to the surface and plague her.She sniffled and stood up, swaying slightly as she made her way to the cupboard and took out another bottle. Her secret stash, to be used in emergencies, she had told herself, lips twisting contemptuously. Who was she kidding anyway?With unsteady hands, Hila poured herself another large drink.Alcohol was supposed to make you forget things, wasn’t it? Then why did she remember everything with such clarity when she had only been trying to forget those terrible incidents?Staggering to her feet again, she swore loudly as she looked around the near-bare room, void of anything that could trace her. This was what her life had become; that of a ghost, a shadow, living out
PiersThe weather forecast had predicted a mild snowfall and the snowflakes were falling outside in the garden as Piers entered the warm study where his sat mother working. It was evening and the aroma of food wafted in through the open door. Mumma had just come in after getting dinner started, he perceived fondly.She looked so beautiful, he thought with a smile, the dark head bent over her work and then, as she sensed his presence, she raised her head and smiled at him, a smile that revealed how much she loved him.Carefully, he lowered himself into a leather armchair facing her. His Mumma was working on her thesis; she smiled tiredly at him, rubbing her eyes as she took off her glasses, the ones she wore when she was reading. Proserpina looked into the eyes of her eldest born with love and said softly,“What is it, Piers?’He stood up again and paced the room restlessly.Then he turned to her abruptly as he blurted out the words,‘Mumma, I want to join Pappa.’Proserpina’s face bet
ProserpinaThat night, as I sat before the mirror after a bath, brushing out my hair, I caught Lucien’s eye as he emerged, towelling his body. He had resumed going to the gym and I strongly suspected that he was also going to the boxing arena to fight. But I did not ask because it would invariably become a sore point between us and I was tired, thoroughly sick of the discontent around us.There were wars that I could win if I carefully sidestepped the smaller battles.He came and stood behind me and I watched his reflection, the powerful muscles rippling as he moved, thinking with the now familiar weakness growing in my belly, reminding me that I was already longing to have him claim me, inspite of being well into my pregnancy now.‘How much I loved this man…’He looked up and met my eyes in the mirror, a glint of something in his eyes. Then with a sudden movement; he bent down and nipped my shoulder, pulling my robe off my shoulder, his hot mouth moving to my neck, grazing the skin l
RiaPhilippe brought the huge vehicle to a halt. They were on a side street, a tree-lined street and Ria turned to look out of the window, alarmed. Why had he stopped?The snow was coming down heavily now and she could barely make out the shapes of the houses ahead of them. It was also dark and she turned to look at Philippe in desperation, in fear.He was watching her, his face hard and impassive as he prepared to get out of the vehicle.“Wait,' she cried in alarm, clutching his arm to prevent him from leaving the Hummer," where are you going?’Her panic did not make him soften. His dark eyes were cold as he replied,“There is no way we are going to reach the big house before nightfall,’ he growled coolly, “ So we are halting here for the night.’Here? thought Ria in apprehension. Where was HERE?She panicked, looking around wildly although the only thing she could make out was the curtain of white as the snow came down with force now. Outside the windows of the vehicle, there was a
RiaThe Capo had come around to her side of the vehicle and lifted her down easily although she made a show of trying to get down on her own. But then she gave up; landing face first on the snow was not an enticing prospect.His touch was impersonal; he could have been hoisting a sack of potatoes to the ground for all the emotion he showed, she thought crossly as he slammed the door behind her and checked to see if the door had slammed shut. Satisfied that the Hummer was locked, he turned to her, eyes hidden behind his hand crafted Matsuda winter sunglasses. She knew that they were made and assembled in Japan, hand crafted, a skill passed down from generations. She knew all this because she had once gone shopping for winter sunglasses with her twin and they had picked up a pair for Pappa. Of course, his had been super cool, super expensive but the twins had cheerfully bought it for the man who ran the Mob with an iron hand. Those glasses had been a serious power statement, while Piers
Philippe shut the door behind them, checking to see if the locks worked, then moving to check the bathroom and the window latches.She watched him in silence. When she could no longer control her curiosity, she spoke.“Did you say that this house belongs to my Pappa?’ she asked in incredulity, turning to face Philippe. To her astonishment and growing suspicion, he looked slightly embarrassed as he grunted, avoiding her eyes.“Yes…it used to be…’ he sighed and took out his guns and keys, laying them on the table, his back to her. The wheels in Ria’s head began to turn.She crossed the room and grabbed Philippe’s arm, digging her nails into the jacket as she said, frowning fiercely,"Are you saying that…?’ She gulped and forced the words out, “Is that …that woman…?’Philippe gently prised her hand off his arm and spoke in a level tone.“Carmen is a…ummm…manager of sorts. She takes care of the …uh…guests who sometimes stay here, to make sure they are…uh… well looked after…’Seeing her as
RiaShe was speechless as she looked into the hard black eyes. He was close, too close for comfort and she stood up, meaning to move away. But it only brought her against his broad chest and she swallowed, choosing to sit down instead hurriedly.“Wha...What...do you mean?’ she croaked, abandoning all attempts to put up a brave front.He smiled, just a small movement of his lips and it was not even a smile, she thought as she heard herself breathing loudly. Philippe moved to stand before her and then, he tugged at her upper arms, pulling her to her feet.Ria had taken off her jacket as it was warm inside the room. The beanie she had on was also discarded although Philippe felt that it made her look adorably cute. The classic denim and boots look with distressed jeans and camel-coloured boots with stole and beanie cap, with the cashmere stole added to the style quotient perfectly. Ria always wore her favourite tan-coloured waistcoat with this look to get that extra warmth, all of which
Ria“Mister Capo,’ she said, her voice like honey but her eyes were mocking, ‘You simply do not have it in you. I am the daughter of your Boss. So all you are ever going to do is hyperventilate from afar while I …”She never got the rest of her small speech out of her mouth. With a snarl, Philippe pushed his lower body against hers, his thick manhood hard and insistent through the material of his trousers as he brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her.For a moment she stood, resisting him, her lips clamed shut . But when he bit her lower lip gently, she gasped and immediately, his tongue took over , playing with her and she went limp. her hands moved of their own volition, to his arms, his shoulders. Around his neck and his broad muscled back as she touched him like a woman discovering her lover’s body, tentative yet eager.He shifted and lifted her up easily, his hand sliding up her sweater and she whimpered in shock as a hand slid over her full breast, caressing her. She had n
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