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Piers.A short while before.The call from an unknown number came as he was leaving his office at the Club. Ria had arranged a surprise birthday bash for Mumma and he had been winding up for the day as he was planning to spend the night at the big house.Hila’s throaty voice floated over as she growled,‘Pretty boy. Your Mumma needs to be more careful.’ There was a soft chuckle as he felt his blood turn to ice.She went on even as he stuttered,’ Mumma…what about…’She silenced him abruptly as she interrupted him saying crisply,’ Your mother is safe. For now.’And then, before the line went dead, she went on a warning note in her voice as she said,‘She has to be more careful, Pretty Piers.’And the line went dead.He was out of the room, racing to his car, pulling on his jacket as he ran even as Ria called to tell him what had happened. His twin was almost sobbing as she told him how close their Mumma had come to being killed.*Now he raised his keys and met Lucien Delano’s silver
HilaThe Monk was pulling out all the plugs to flush her out, thought Hila grimly as he watched his men crawl over the last place she had just vacated in time, a few moments before his men had turned up. But the Israeli agent was trained to blend into the crowd and not be detected. Her training helped her to disappear even when she stood before the men in plain sight. The group of homeless folk on the road had accepted her presence without curiosity and dressed in clothes that made her look old and frumpy, haggard and dirty, she was easily identifiable as one of their own.Now she sat, huddled beside a pile of old shopping bags, beside an old woman who was mumbling incoherently. The Monk’s men, led by Kasparov, a giant of a man with a pock-marked face and thick red lips, stood in a frustrated group, looking down the alley. She avoided their eyes, like the rest of her brethren as they walked around, trying to decide where Hila Zaidi had vanished to.She knew that she was running out of
The Monk was standing at his desk, silent and watchful. He observed the warm landscape spread out before him in silence; a habit he had inculcated when he had been a monk and meditating in the mountains. But his eyes were not taking in the beauty of the world outside; on the contrary, he was seething. His nephew, the fool that the boy was turning out to be, had been fixated with Ria Delano to such a degree, he had sent one of their men to the Delano lair, the newest club, and the equally stupid fellow had gotten his man killed. An illegal migrant, whose family was now on the streets. Dusak had had the women and the children brought to the brothels he ran. Now they would soon be sold, thought the monk distastefully. He had no interest in what his nephew did in his spare time, but he DID have an opinion when the young man let his lust overrun business. And that was what was happening. He was obsessed with that girl of Delano's.The Monk shook his head and turned to look at Kasparov, his
LucienHe watched her, dressed in a white silk shirt, His silk shirt, that clung to her body, lovingly draped across her hard nipples, the deep rosy color obvious through the thin material. She was biting her lower lip hesitantly, and he could make out the shallow breaths she was taking as she watched him, her brown eyes apprehensive as she stood a few feet away.She had always been putty in his hands, submissive, the way he liked it, feisty on occasion and he had enjoyed those times when he had tamed her, her soft body acquiescing to his brutal domination. But over the years, she had become emboldened and he watched in some amazement as she led him along.And at the back of his mind was the reminder; Proserpina, his gorgeous wife, was in her prime sexually. Her body was voluptuous despite having borne his children, all six of them and when she walked into a room, heads swivelled in her direction. The unconscious sensuality she exuded, raw and primal, was like a siren’s call and he ha
ProserpinaMy Mafia Don's next words echoed my sentiments as he growled, his gray eyes keen as they studied me,'You always became hornier than a b*tch in heat when you were breeding.'His words seemed to echo what I had been thinking and with a cry, I sat up in horror, the blood draining from my face.*I had omitted to take the Pill for in my foolishness, I had imagined that Lucien was growing too old to get me pregnant.And with all the chaos around me, it had slipped my notice that I had missed my period. I had imagined that as I grew older, my body was changing but that ahd been months ago…?Cupping my cheeks, I closed my eyes and thought, shaking my head wildly,'No, no...I cannot, simply CANNOT be pregnant again!'Beside me, Lucien lifted himself on an elbow as he drawled, mockingly, his breath hot against my ear as he dipped his silver head and bit my earlobe as he growled, 'Woman, have I sired another child in you, my fertile little bit*h?'*LucienHe found it hilarious and
Lucien had declared that they would tell the children about the baby at once. Something like taking the bull by the horns, she thought But the Mafia Don had been called back to the Club on an urgent assignment. The group of Middle Eastern oil-rich sheiks who were supposed to get there by the end of the week, had arrived earlier than expected, said Danielle when she called.As James Schwartz was out of the country, Lucien Delano had had no option but to leave. Before he left, he had gripped her chin and growled,‘Woman…’She had kissed him hungrily and he had grunted hoarsely. If he had not had a car waiting downstairs, he reflected as he left her, he would have been f*cking her. She was so very ready for him.But with his underboss out of town, he had not wanted to jeopardize this deal. It was too important for business and he had plans for young Piers and Claude after Philippe was declared as his successor.*RiaShe tripped down the stairs and stopped with a small frown of puzzlemen
ProserpinaI had been trying to get through to Schwartz; he was a person I wanted to share the news with and an urgent desire to listen to his calm, soothing advice. Jeannie was somewhere in the Andes or I would have not hesitated to call her up.Sighing in frustration, I pushed the phone away, desultorily.Ria had bounded into the kitchen looking sprightly and happy but my heart sank as I thought of how I would tell her that she was going to have another little sibling. Horrified at how I would do it, I sat in the kitchen, my happy space. Camille and Bea, dear Bea, had been the only people I had confided in.And they had been clear; why was I hesitating? The children would understand. I sighed. Lucien Delano’s sexual prowess was legendary; after all, we already had seven children! And since he had stopped taking other women to his bed to satisfy his urges, it had been my fault for having tripped up and not taken the Pill.Groaning, I reached for the phone again. Where was James Schwa
ProserpinaI sighed and Lucien signaled to Betty, the stewardess, to come and take my glass.I smiled wanly at her, brushing away my hair from my face. I had pulled on the jeans and jacket over my Tee and knew that I did not look well dressed, unlike the other occasions when I usually traveled with Lucien on his flagship aircraft.Betty smiled sympathetically at me and disappeared into the kitchen at the back of the aircraft.*Once, when I was very young and Lucien was bringing me and the twins back to the US from Bhutan, where I had fled from him, it had been the very same Betty who had been on the aircraft. I remember wondering bitterly if she had also been one of the women who had slept with him.Now I sighed and bit my lip and Lucien’s leonine head swivelled to look at me. Keeping my eyes shut, I avoided looking at him. In my heart of hearts, I knew that Lucien was still not too comfortable with Schwartz’s friendship with me. Even after all these years, I thought drily.*Lucien