Lucien Delano looked about as the phone pinged. His son Piers had sent a message. He frowned.His Woman lay beside him, along with the little son, all of seven months, at her breast, suckling greedily, for Proserpina made it a point to bring the babe into the bedroom for his morning feed. Lucien would never tire of watching the moment between his woman and their child, the babe tugging greedily at her teat and her look of love as she gently stroked the head of soft blonde curls.This one had also inherited his father’s colouring, she had remarked crossly.The baby’s fist was clenched tightly and Lucien used to force his thick, calloused finger into the tight fist, a feeling of wonder coursing through him as he watched his lovely wife, her body still fresh from his fierce lovemaking of the night before, as she sighed in contentment, in love, and held the child cupped to her breast lovingly.He had been kissing her, as they lay, content in each other’s company while the baby nursed at h
Lucien Delano was out of his chair and beside him in a minute, so quickly, that Piers had no time to react. His father’s large, calloused hands gripped his collar as he growled, his face dark with anger, shaking Piers as though he was no more than a leaf,’YOU BLOOD* PIECE OF SH*T! HOW DARE YOU BRING THAT MURDERING WH*RE HERE?’Piers felt a crescendo of emotions, fear at the look of undisguised fury in his father’s cold eyes, anger at hearing how he had addressed Hila. He wanted to defend the woman but his father’s near-death chokehold on his throat and then, a hard fist slammed into his face and he cupped his face, as the force of the blow sent him reeling.But the Capo and Claude had stepped in, urgently trying to prise open Lucien’s stranglehold choke on Piers. The younger man’s face was red, his breathing was labored as he tried to breathe. He felt the pain in his jaw, his eye was probably beginning to swell…All thought was drowned out in a flood of pain as his father began his o
ProserpinaShe stood, stock still, frozen as she listened to Claude babbling on the other end of the phone. Lucien had actually raised his hand on Piers?His own son?Her face hardening, Proserpina turned to the man who had brought her the phone, for Claude had called on a private number.'I need to meet my husband,' she announced crisply, her face flushed with anger.*Tara had been shifted to the bedroom in the house and she lay on the bed, sobbing.Her sister, Ria, came in after a while, looking serene and beautiful in her night suit.She crossed over to where Tara was sitting up, almost fearfully and held out her arms.Tara rushed into her embrace, hugging her sister fervently.‘I have been so stupid, Ria,’ she sobbed as Ria kissed her sister’s familiar-smelling head, the scent of something fruity reminding her how very young little Tara was.Soothing her sister, she pulled the younger one onto her lap and they sat there, Ria cuddling her sister as the younger girl sobbed her hear
Piers .He lay as one who had run a marathon. Spent and panting, exhausted.He had spilt his seed so many times in the woman he had been taking all morning. Repeatedly, again and again. he had flipped her over, fingering her clit as he drove his hard member into her, yanking her head back, a fistful of her silky black hair grasped in his fist, biceps bulging as he f*cked her ungently.And then, later, he had taken her tenderly, like lovers who had been together for a long while, lovers who were aware that they could not be together anymore, lovers on the verge of parting.Bittersweet, gentle, almost romantic?She had had a suspicious moisture in her slightly tilted eyes as she gazed at him, bending over him when they were done. She had trailed kisses down his hairline, that began on his chest and tapered down to his erect c*ck, licking his proud member reverentially.He had pulled her head up then, to kiss her again. She had pushed his shoulders down, forcing him to lie still as she s
The monk sat, crushing the can of beer, one of his weaknesses, in his thin hand. His hands were like claws but powerful in strength.Now he threw the destroyed can into the distance, not being aware of the loud sound it created.He was livid. But unlike Dusak, sex and then the killing, did not take the edge off his fury. He would use it, instead, to come up with another plan. But this time, he was a worried man.Lucien Delano had already smashed some of his hideouts within minutes of discovering how he had been playing the man’s daughter; had effectively shut down, using either force or coercion, some of the lucrative deals he had begun to cut with the drug lords around California and the other states. Of course, the Mafia Don had had the able support of the Cosa Nostra in this regard, particularly because he had been championed by the cunning barrister, Tristan Lord.The Monk scowled darkly and began to mumble, fiddling with his beads. To add to his miseries, the mad woman, the Assas
Ria looked up as the bed sank slightly and Philippe lowered his heavy weight beside her. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around the man she loved as he nuzzled her neck, burying his face in her golden hair, inhaling deeply of her sweet, fruity hair. He loved this woman in his arms, he thought fervently as he gathered her in his large tattooed arms, holding her to his body and meeting her lips as she tilted her head to his, welcoming him.‘Baby,’ he breathed and she moaned as he trailed his hand down her body, feeling the curves, the slopes of her lissom body, the rounded breasts and the legs, parting eagerly as he moved to her neatly trimmed mound.“Argh…’ he groaned as he lowered her gently and rolled over onto her, his hand feverishly working on his zipper, waiting to take out the thick hard length that was throbbing with need.She was already taking off her t-shirt and he felt his balls tighten as he saw her body in the dim light of the night lamp, tempting, tantalising him.
ProserpinaI decided to go to the Club to meet Lucien as he had not come home for a week now. The children were busy; Brian had agreed to fly down and talk to Tara for I had the strong feeling that at this moment, she needed to be away, far away and I had asked Brian to take her with him back to Bhutan. I still had some old friends of mine in the nunnery and they had agreed to have her there. When I spoke to Tara about my plan, I had expected her to put up a fight. But my beautiful child had merely nodded her head and hugging me, she had mumbled,“ I never wanted to hurt you and Pappa so badly, Mumma.’Lucien had not come to meet her, to speak to her about what she considered to be the greatest crime of her life; instead, he had called her once, and from the ensuing silence at his end after he had delivered a few clipped words, I guessed that he had been coldly furious. And it took more than a mere mortal to deal with that!I had mentioned my decision to Lucien but as he had not been
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