SchwartzHe smiled slightly as he read the message from Proserpina. So Lucien Delano had finally made it to a sonography!Schwartz shook his head sadly. The man clearly did not deserve Proserpina.As he looked up, Danielle entered the room. He grinned at her. She had grown thinner and her white hair was shorn close to her head in a severe haircut.She scowled as was her habit but she was glad to see him.“Goddamned circus. It’s a f*king night mare!’ she complained as she threw herself down onto one of the comfortable leather chairs in front of his desk. Schwartz grinned. Both of them knew that she was grumbling for the heck of it. She loved her job.‘Where’s Grace?’, he asked and Danielle’s face lightened. But she pretended to be as grumpy as ever.‘Coming this evening.’ she said but with a smile, Schwartz noted the pleasure on her face when she spoke of her partner.“Been too long,’ she went on, hiding her expression as she stared into the phone.’ She’s got a friend with her, some te
Maja NordShe often wondered if she would have married Tommaso De Luca if they had been alive. She shuddered—probably not. The man had ruined her life.And how!Maja chewed her lip grimly.He had turnd out to be a low life slim ball.And then she wryly smiled as she looked at the young people sleeping haphazardly, sprawled ungainly on the seats beside her.Well, not exactly. She had two amazing kids in her life because of that rotter.Madelyn Burns, her eleven-year-old daughter, was the one who was constantly questioning all the norms around her, eager to know more, challenging, and inquisitive to a fault. She sighed as she glanced over at her son, the fifteen-year-old Magnus. Even in sleep, he had his headphones on, his perpetual petulant scowl having vanished from his face, making him look handsome, she thought sadly, her heart wrenching. The boy was lanky and slim, and like his sister, both of them had inherited their father’s coloring. Sleek black hair and the burning black eyes t
Paddy7 pmPaddy was in the city and preparing to leave. He had found something big and he was following it up in every way he could, using his various contacts from among the other white-hat hackers who he kept in touch with. The vigilante groups he had contacted had sent out messages to other similar groups. He was aware of the danger he was getting into; there was always the fear that he could be monitored by the Dark Net inhabitants but he was undeterred.Cole Brandt and his peculiar behaviour, along with the timing of his appearance in the happy world of the Delano family, had set off alarm bells in the young autistic man’s mind.Most importantly, he would not stand back and watch his beloved Mumma be ill-treated.*Something about the timing of Cole’s appearance had seemed off. Besides, he had been aware that Mumma had been receiving some weird messages on her blog. She had mentioned it to Melissa Lord and he had overheard her and noticed the pain in her voice. Surreptitiously,
LucienHe had not wanted to stay away from his woman and had hurried home after Schwartz had agreed to stay for a couple of hours more. His friend had given Lucien a lopsided grin and an old-fashioned look as Lucien had strode out of the house, wanting only to be back with his wife, to hold her, yes, to make love to her soft, willing body…*ProserpinaI had checked on Tara. Her fever had subsided but she was sleepy. She had clung to my hand and I had sat with her, stroking her forehead for a while as she slept. But a question she asked had left me puzzled.“Where is Pappa? ‘And then, softly, almost under her breath,“I need to tell him that I am sorry…’ I kissed her soft cheeks, damp with sweat and said softly,“Sorry for what, darling?” She blinked and looked into my eyes, her own filling with tears.“For doubting him…” I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant although I was used to Tara’s theatrics.She had a flair for drama that tended to leave her family wary of her extreme em
ProserpinaLucien emerged from the elevator and I noted that despite the long day, he looked…Charged.A Sexually predatory aura hung about my lover.I trembled in immediate response, feeling the heat flood between my thighs in anticipation...He met my eyes and we stood for a while, just staring at each other. I felt my breath quicken at the expression in his eyes. The hunger, the heat.it had been a long while since I had slept with him in the true sense of the word and after this morning at the clinic, I felt eager to touch him, this lover of mine, to feel his rough lovemaking on my pliant, welcoming body.Lucien stepped forward, taking off his jacket as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on me. I stepped back. “Lucien,’ I whispered and he was beside me in a moment, his mouth slanting on mine, tongue probing. Wildly. Taking charge.I let my hands move up his shoulders into his hair as he pressed my body to the wall forcing me to tilt my head as he held the nape of my neck,
ProserpinaI rose to my feet shakily, with Lucien gripping my arms to support me, holding me to his sweat-dampened chest. I smiled up at him, licking my lips lasciviously and dimpled widely as I saw the lust in his glazed grey eyes which narrowed dangerously. My lips, I knew, were plump and swollen from my frantic sucking of his large member, but I wanted to tease him further and I received the response I was looking for. Holding me to him, he lowered his head.“Witch,’ he grunted hoarsely,’ If you do not behave yourself, I swear I shall f*ck you again.’I laughed openly and he pushed me against the wall, holding me there as he kissed me again.“Ah, Woman,’ he breathed,” you make me the happiest man in the world… I can taste myself in your mouth...you f*cking give the beast ...”’’Hmmm…let me think, is it because I gave you a blow job?’ I grinned and he scowled.For all the filth and vulgar words he used during our frenzied coupling, he did not like it if I used any such words. I snug
Ria. Earlier that day.She marched up to the door of the townhouse, Philippe beside her and a few of the men around them. The door opened slowly and a hatchet-faced woman stood there, an unpleasant expression on her hard face. Ria looked at Philippe in astonishment.Who was this? was her wordless question.He nodded slightly , an “I will handle this” kind of look on his scarred, handsome face and he stepped forward.The woman seemed to recognise him, her pupils dilating in fear.Ria stepped forward and Philippe pushed the door open, despite the woman trying to resist him. “Who is that?’ Ria hissed as they moved down the corridor.‘Britney brought her here,’ Philippe replied tersely.The woman gave pursuit, trying to stop them. She reached forward and clawed at Ria’s arm, her nails like talons.’You cannot go in there. THIS is a private house,’ she huffed.Ria had had enough. She shoved the woman so roughly, the old woman almost fell down.’Look, this is MY Pappa’s house.’ she snapped
That same night.PaddySomewhere beyond the Delano estate, in the woods that surrounded the mansion, a small group of men was hunting around the body of the youth, who lay unconscious and bleeding.Finally, one of them let out a shout.“Over here! he called just as the leader, a grim-faced man with a flat face, hissed,“Softly, you fool. ‘ and he grumbled under his breath,“We don’t want those trigger-happy guards of Delano to discover us.’The man who had shouted out in excitement had quietened down but he continued to shine his torch on an object on the forest floor which was covered in dry leaves and shrubs.It was the backpack they had been ordered to find and bring back.*the men silently picked it up and after making sure that the contents of the backpack were intact, they swiftly boarded the vehicles they had come in and disappeared into the night, as silently as they had come.One of them hesitated, his eyes on the prone, still figure on the ground.“What about him, Afzal?’,
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