All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

It was the Don who made the Mafia brothers make the momentous decision.Later, they thought that he had, in his aggressive way, forced their hands.He had summoned them to his room for a meeting that morning before they left for the hospital, to meet Bianca’s mother. The idea was to leave for Hunter’s Folly before evening. Bianca would stay here for a couple of days before joining them.The white-haired Don, his massive musculature belying his advancing years, was in the study, his Woman perched on his lap when the younger Mafia men entered. They had been kissing ardently, like young teenagers making out, thought Liam O’Grady in astonishment when they entered. The Don’s hand was on his wife’s heavy breast, kneading as he kissed her relentlessly.Proserpina scrambled off her husband’s lap, her beautiful face pink, and quickly smoothened her hair and hastily rearranged her clothes. Her blouse was open, St Just noted in interest but his gaze stilled as he felt the Mafia Don’s cold eyes

Beth and Anna were upset. They knew that Bianca had been bending over backwards for them. And Anna was only singing praises about the Mafia men to her sister. In private, of course.She had gone into detail, narrating how the two men had managed to bring down the evil Cahill, even going so far as to put themselves in the line of fire for that.“And Mom said such horrible things about them!” exclaimed Anna in a fierce whisper, scrubbing her tears away as her mother lay, whining and wailing.Neither of the twins had been impressed by Luigi who had slunk away when his daughter had read him the riot act. As Beth put it,“He was a wimp.”The sisters looked at each other, with identical expressions of disgust, as their mother sniffed and glared at them suspiciously.“You two should not follow in her footsteps,” began Heather. But Beth, the pragmatic one rose to her feet.She had had more than she could take with her mother’s self-righteousness.As she had confided in her twin, she just want

Liam O’Grady was pounding his opponent relentlessly during one of his many practice sessions at the gym.All his frustration and desperation had watered down to this; he spent most of his time in the ring, preparing for the Big Fight which was to happen in the newly built Club at Hunter’s Folly. He had given up women. Full stop. Just like that, he did not feel the need to take a woman to bed. At first, during the first few weeks after Bianca had left them, he had tried. Brought women home, tried to visit the places where high class escorts indulged every whim and fancy of the gentlemen who turned up. But even at the fanciest joint of all, the one in Thomastown, which belonged to Alexander Van Dyke, not all the high-class women could make him feel anything. True, he had sex with a couple but it was like, he thought dolefully, as mundane and unexciting as brushing his teeth or wearing his socks.Mechanical. No pleasure was involved at all.The big blonde Van Dyke had eyed him wryly w

Bianca opened her mouth in an involuntary O as the cab swept up the long curving drive and pulled up at the entrance. Shangri La was all about flashy, in your face, alright. But the place also exuded a grandeur, an opulence that left her gasping. Money had flowed in copious quantities, obviously, she thought as she stepped out when a door attendant rushed to open the door and helped her out. It was opulent, it was the playhouse of millionaires. And tonight, little Bianca Cruz, was here, invited by none other than the wife of the man who owned this fantastic place.Serena was standing beside her, an amused, indulgent smile playing about her beautifully shaped mouth as she watched Bianca.“I know, ‘ she said smiling,” it’s extravagant, but a once-in-a-lifetime experience to visit.”She turned away but Bianca heard her softly whispered words,“And stay to play…”Her brow crinkled in confusion but Bianca managed to keep in step with the taller woman as they entered. The inside was equally