All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Simmons was sweating profusely as he replaced the phone. An instruction from the top meant he had to tread carefully. He had to follow orders. Or else… It had been his weakness, his involvement with a woman, that had caused him to be in this unpleasant position today, he thought bitterly. How could he have known, he argued with himself, that a few meetings in a motel room, would bring so much of trouble? Photographs and videos had been sent anonymously to his mail and his phone and he had been alarmed. And the blackmail had begun. Simmons had a wife and three children, a small house which was mortgaged and his wife, Beth, worked as a nurse in the local hospital. She would be livid if she found out. And would leave him, taking the three children, no question about that. It was that knowledge which was breaking him. He did not love his wife anymore, but they lived compatibly enough beneath the same roof; his children were his joy. So he had slipped up; didn’t men do such things? Boys w

It was business as usual the next morning although Bianca felt sore and well-used. She lay curled on the couch, watching her men leave. St Just left first, kissing her hair before going.“Rest well, Pet,” he smiled, his golden eyes keen as they assessed her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her. They had all had breakfast together, bagels that Barry had got them from a place nearby. And coffee, because St Just had drily declared that if O’Grady was about to make the coffee, he was out of the door. Leaning into O’Grady’s chest, Bianca giggled, her feet tucked under her modestly and the Irishman had pretended to be furious.After his brother left, O’Grady dawdled for a while longer. The sight of the Pet, scrubbed and demure, her long T-shirt reaching her knees, made him want to tarry, to stay with her, and he reached for her again. Bianca looked at him, her soul in her eyes and he felt something, a sudden rush of an unknown emotion.*O’Grady swore as his mouth sought her lips again.F

O’GradyHe smiled at the buck-naked woman who was lying beside him, trying to cuddle up to him. Barbara Watermann was beautiful, if you took into consideration the fact that multiple surgeries had helped her to continue to look young.Her breasts, small and pert, did not sag, because of surgery, there were no lines on her face, not even laugh lines and O’Grady thought of Bianca, her dimples and her youthfulness. He had ended up in bed with Barbara; naturally, once she figured that he was no longer with Paige Hardy, she had been like a homing pigeon, hell-bent on getting him into bed, to trap him into marriage in the future.So when she turned up at his office and dragged him out for lunch he had not resisted her strongly when lunch had ended up as a bedtime thing. St Just had not been there and he had not sounded too keen on meeting Barbara for lunch. And the woman in question had also been disinterested in seeing St Just. He was too damned cold and all seeing at times, unlike O’Grady

Bianca stepped out, arm in arm with Mal. It was cold, she thought and was glad that she had worn her hoodie. It had been a fun evening, listening to the guys laughing and poking fun at Nash, who had brought his rather straight-laced girlfriend along. He was besotted with Amy Lester, the girl who sat primly beside Nash and the other young men in the group had teased Nash over his devotion to the brunette. It had been light-hearted and after a meal of fries and burgers, they were all ready to call it a day.Bianca had sipped on a coke all evening. She did not enjoy drinking and besides, she was driving, as she explained. Mal had been her chatty self, a little woozy from drink and when the last round was done, Bianca glanced at her watch. It was late, she thought with a dimpled smile.St Just had seen her message, she knew that and now, as she made her way to the door of the pub, she noticed that Amy Lester had not brought a warm coat with her. They were going to ride home on Nash’s bile

Lucien DelanoThe powerfully built Mafia Don looked at his son, Claude who had walked into the room and stood, looking a little chagrined. Proserpina, as sensuous as ever, was sitting beside her husband, their bodies close to each other as the youngest twins played on the carpet at their feet. The Mafia Don had pulled her onto his lap and had been kissing her fervently before his son walked in.The Mafia Don was taking things easy now; Piers handled the major part of the mob work with the able support of Philippe and Louis. Dominik’s restaurant had taken off and was doing great. He had been up earlier, asking his brothers for advice about setting up another café in town. Still finding it difficult to reconcile himself to the fact that his son was neither interested in fighting nor in the Mafia business, the Mafia Don had snorted derisively but his Woman had looked at him pleadingly and he had kept his peace. Now Claude stood before him and Lucien sighed.His son might be older, and th