RiaShe had been torn between feeling angry and frustrated and experiencing a deep respect for the silent man beside her.They had left the little house in the dark, before the dawn and now, she deduced that they were nearing Hollowford although all she could see was the darkness. A couple of large dark SUVs had joined them on the way, materialising like dark chariots of gloom from the surroundings and she had felt a clenching in her gut till she realised what was happening; Pappa had sent people to ensure that she reached back home safe and sound.She swallowed in relief and felt the Capo's dark glance on her face.But she stubbornly looked out of the window, refusing to speak or look at him.*After a while, she began to get restless and tired of staring out obstinately. Her eyes slid furtively to study the harsh, profile of the man beside her.The scar on his face, running from his brow to his chin, was prominent when she sat beside him and at one point, she reached up to touch it,
LucienThe Mafia Don looked sternly at his daughter as he repeated his words. He was alone with his daughter in the large study and he had just told her something that had made her see red.She was not to attend university this semester. It was too dangerous.The late afternoon sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in warm tones of brown. Outside the large floor to ceiling windows, the trees at the edge of the lawns were adorned in the colours of winter, reds and yellows and browns. The majestic onslaught of winter was near. But the people in the room were oblivious to the beauty of the landscape around the mansion. Like the guards patrolling the grounds, armed and ready for any eventuality, they were hell-bent on what they were doing; a fiery discussion, in this case.Lucien Delano sat behind his large , polished desk which was as always, uncluttered and tidy. The Boss was notoriously neat to a fault. His silver head was gleaming and as always, when he was working, the dove-grey shir
ProserpinaShe was feeling exhausted and the heaviness in her abdomen meant that her body was craving a few hours of rest, with feet up on a bed or something. But it was not to be now, she knew . Sighing, she acknowledged silently that she needed to help smoothen things out.*Once Ria was back and safely ensconced in the Delano mansion, the Boss had left to get on with his work. It was now almost dinner time.Proserpina had been working too; taking calls from the far east, where the Buddhist Centres were now flourishing, gradually but firmly. She was proud of her achievement in a quiet way; doing something she enjoyed always made her feel good. The fluttering of her stomach made her smile. Her child obviously agreed with her.Next on the list had been, of course, the task of updating her blog. There had been several queries on her food bags and responding to some took a long while. Luckily, her assistant, Thadana, was there to take care of most of the typing since she found it increa
ProserpinaShe blinked and then slowly proceeded to obey him. The slight of her swollen belly should have made him stop but the knowledge that he was responsible for the state she was in, He was the one who had sole control over the delectable body before him, only made him groan in desire.He was a pervert, a dirty old man, as she described him when she teased him, but he could not care.Proserpina was like a drug and he needed to have her regularly, under him, naked and helpless as he sank his hard shaft into the wetness between her thighs, riding her hard.*Demurely, she stood, before him, subdued now, clad in her just lacy underwear. Her large breasts, full and thrusting, spilt out of the bikini-like bra and through the lace of her panties, he could make out the soft dark curls, the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs that tantalised him.“Give me that, little sl*t,’ he commanded and she took off her bra with shaking hands.He could smell her arousal and he tugged her t
The nurse moved confidently. She had the air of someone who knew her business and the guards glanced at her idly as she made her way to the door with the assurance of a person who was used to doing this every day. The tray of syringes and tubes she was holding in her hands made her look like part of the furniture and the guard at the door gave a stiff nod when she gave him a bright smile. The woman was wearing the standard white uniform and he along with his mate, merely looked away as the middle-aged, broad woman met their eyes and smiled. With her greying hair and her large protruding teeth, she was not exactly pretty although there was a flirtatious gleam in her eyes.They did not ask themselves why they had never seen the woman before during their shifts; it was night and almost time for the next two guards to come and take over. Assuming that she was one of the nurses who took the day shifts, they stood, waiting for their relievers to arrive at midnight.*Father Paval had been l
Maja Nord had made a sincere effort to dress up for the occasion. She had rifled through her meagre wardrobe and finally pulled out a dress that had been with her for years now, a dress she had bought impulsively when she was still trying to make her ex-husband Tommas feel some desire for her, shortly after Madeline was born.The fire engine red, incredibly comfy outfit as the saleswoman had gushed when she bought it suddenly seemed too dressy and she felt herself stiffen as she felt Schwartz’s eyes trail over her clothes slowly. The man was as always dressed in his casual yet classy way and she wanted nothing more than to dart back inside and change into something like her old jeans and faded T-shirt.She had worn this outfit just the once but Tommaso, who had undoubtedly appreciated the exotic fashion had already been losing interest in her and she had stored it away broken heartedly for he had walked out that very night after her attempts at seducing him had fallen flat.*This eve
It was the expression in the woman’s eyes and the total silence in the room that alerted Claude Delano.The young man moved with the swiftness of the boxer he was and was across the room even as the woman turned and lunged at him, a deadly-looking knife in her hand. She swung her arm and caught him in the shoulder, for he was encumbered with the sling on his right arm but he still struck out, his left fist connecting with her chin and then, to his shock, the woman sprang across the room, brandishing her knife, her eyes flashing with rage and hate as he spun around. She raised her hand and made to fling something at the motionless frame of his brother who lay, forlorn and unaware of the commotion between them. Claude leapt forward and kicked out , his booted foot connecting with the woman’s wrist, catching her unawares and she let out a muffled oath as she spun away again.She was quick, he thought in some amazement, for someone who looked overweight she moved swiftly, precisely.He wa
Maja watched them out of the corner of her eyes; the man had gripped her small wrist and drew her to his body, saying something in a low undertone that made Proserpina blush prettily as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She sank down onto a chair that one of the men had drawn up for her and Maja saw how Proserpina turned to give the man a smile of gratitude.Even as all the people gathered around the huge table were eating and Maja was tucking into the delicious repast, the security men, omnipresent as they were, stepped to Lucien Delano. A look of panic went over Proserpina’s face and her husband reached out to hold her hand as he took up the phone that one of his men had brought him. His hard grey eyes immediately locked with those of James Schwartz, who had also stopped eating.With an oath, Lucien Delano rose to his feet, wiping his lips and flinging the napkin down,, all in one movement. Schwartz had also risen to his feet as did Proserpina, a look of bewilderment and fear on h