The Mafia Don faced his son, his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels. The youth looked flustered as he began to speak but Lucien cut him short rudely.‘Boy, you have no right to beat up a man who is under my protection. Ramona here called me a little earlier to say that you had attacked her brother for no reason.’And as Claude opened his mouth to speak again, Lucien snarled,‘They are my guests. Apologize to him.’Ramona flashed a sly, triumphant look in the direction of the pale-faced younger man who was controlling himself with difficulty. Claude wanted to tell his father about what had transpired but he could not get a word in. For some reason, his father seemed to be protecting the woman who stood, her small eyes crinkled in what was supposed to be a look of pain and misery.‘Sir,’ he tried but Ramona stepped to the Mafia Don with a sigh.‘OUT!” the Don barked at his son who stiffened and left the room.*ProserpinaLucien had entered the room and the door was shut by
LucienThe Mafia Don was drunk.He had gone over the scenario in his mind, over and over again and he knew that he had let his jealousy, that poison that invaded his mind, get the better of his feelings. It had clouded his judgment and he had once again, had reacted like a fool.He had accused his Woman, the person who had stood with him through thick and thin.Scowling and cursing, at his stupidity, he threw the tumbler across the room. Gustav moved silently and he indicated with a grunt that he wanted another drink. The silent man glanced at him warily but did not try to stop him. Loyal he might be but like everyone else, he was terrified of the Boss. And word had spread about how he had killed the siblings after having taken all the information he required from the hapless duo.Had Schwartz been around, he would not only have prevented Lucien from drinking into a state of drunken oblivion, he would also have berated him for his foolishness. But his children were staunchly with his
But she simply stormed up to him, eyes flashing, her long brown hair looking like a sheet of mahogany as she moved, her luscious body rippling beneath a crimson cloak and the long dress she was wearing.Proserpina did not hesitate. She stormed up to him, and when she was close to him, she raised a hand and stuck him across his cheek. He flinched.She was furious, and he could see, close up, the slightly swollen eyelids and her face, which looked ravaged. He had done this to her, he thought brokenly.But he easily captured her small, flailing wrists as she spat at him,‘You …you despicable …’He growled, holding her at arms’ length,“Hush little one, …’She was not done.Her eyes brimming with tears, she kicked and tried to struggle as she cried,‘I have gone to hell and back for you, you horrid man and you think I would …’‘ Woman, I am sorry.’ He growled, and she stopped in mid-sentence to stare at him, the wind going out of her sails.She took a step back. The limpid brown eyes wide
ProserpinaAs I worked the soap into a rich lather on my husband's thick, muscular arms, I knew he was watching me. Leaning back against the tub, his eyes, pale and steady, stayed on me, unwaveringly.Despite myself, I felt the warmth on my cheeks as I felt his gaze moving to my breasts which were bobbing in the water, the soft pale mounds just visible, as I scrubbed his chest. He reached out for me suddenly and I gasped, my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head as I looked at him, wide-eyed.He gripped the back of my neck in a gentle but firm way as he growled,‘Woman…you came to me…’The note of awe and something else in his tone made me stop what I was doing.I stopped my ministrations and remained still as I met his gaze. Drunk he might be but my Mafia Don was as alert as ever.I sighed and said quietly, facing him,‘When you love someone, Lucien Delano, you accept them for what they are and you forgive.’I held his eyes as I moved closer, wading slowly in the huge tub as I cl
Schwartz stirred and groaned as a shaft of pain laced through his body. He swallowed painfully; his mouth felt like sand paper. A soft touch on his shoulder, and someone was placing a straw to his lips and then Proserpina’s soft, melodious tones came over to his distressed mind.‘Drink James,’ she soothed. His lids flickered, and he tried to smile.Was he dead ? Was he in heaven?But then her light laugh broke into his thoughts.‘James Schartz!’ And he opened his eyes, those heavy lids, with a superhuman effort, and took in the woman he loved. Proserpina was gently stroking his shoulder as she held the straw to his lips and he drank wearily, shutting out the pain as best as he could.His body felt heavy and his lids were drooping as he sank back into the world of sedative-induced sleep.There was something he had to do, something to do with Proserpina. Something to do with Fionella…But he was too tired to think anymore and the waves of blackness rushed to enfold him into welcome slee
Claude strolled into the coffee shop he had gone to with Paddy. A friend of his, a close buddy he regularly worked out with, Gillian Murphy, was with them too. His brother was most comfortable in the company of the beefy fighter although Claude was years younger than him. As they walked, heads turned appreciatively to follow Claude. With his big, muscular body and his cheeky smile, he looked handsome and enticing and many young girls looked at him, their lips parted. He was to meet Piers here later in the afternoon; something about a restaurant owner who was playing hard to get and not paying the dues he had to give the Mafia Don.The chunky young man sat down on a seat, his men closely monitoring the area, alert and watchful as ever. Paddy had his head down, zoned out, as always, his nose glued to the phone screen, thought Claude indulgently. Apart from the cane he used, no one would guess that he had been in a coma for a while.The young Delano lazily let his eyes trail over the peo
“We got a meeting with old man O’Deary here in ten minutes and I want to keep it simple.’From the corner of his eye, he noticed Paddy looking up in something like wariness and Piers felt a frisson of alarm. What had his hotblooded, impetuous younger brother done This time?His brother looked abashed.‘There was a girl…’ he began and Piers groaned.*Hours beforeNo amount of pleading and dire warnings from Gillian and Paddy, had stopped him from rising to his formidable height and lumbering in the direction of the girl. His gut twisted as he turned the corner and he saw the lean man with the oily black hair who had the girl pinned to the wall, his arm on her throat. He was speaking in some Slavic language while the girl was practically standing on her toes, struggling to breathe.Claude felt his fury rise. No man had the right to behave so brutally toward a woman, certainly not a girl. The two bouncers sneered as they saw Claude approach but their eyes shifted to the men behind Claud
Piers was smoking standing at the window, leaning a hand on the window ledge as he puffed away furiously. Ria was pacing furiously, occasionally snapping at the unfortunate Philippe who stood, his big frame in the doorway as he ran his hands through his hair, uneasy and upset.Tara sat by Claude who had just been ministered to by the ever-efficient Camille, and now he sported a band-aid over his nose and his bruises had been washed clean and ministered to. The young girl who was rapidly growing to be a beauty, with her fresh-looking skin and large grey-blue eyes, was tenderly holding her brother’s hand as she sat by the bed. Lou and Dom had disappeared. They had been tired by the long flight from the Continent and Rudy was safely tucked in bed.‘What did he mean, how dare Pappa say something so nasty…?’ Ria was hissing at her twin who looked harassed and unhappy as he continued to smoke moodily. Piers never smoked before his parents but it was a habit he had developed of late to help