Bianca hurried behind the big bouncer who led her to a car that was parked on the sidewalk, away from eh building. It was totally inconspicuous amongst other models which were similar to it and she hesitated a second. The tinted glasses hid the person who was inside the vehicle from her eyes but she felt a warmth spread through her.
It was Liam O’Grady, she knew it instinctively. And when the big dark man called Davis stepped to the door and opened it for her, she slid onto the seat and turned her flushed face to the man she loved, her lovely open face revealing her heart’s secret..
*
His question took her totally by surprise.
“Who’s he?’ barked O’Grady and she shrank back. He looked thunderous.
“Who’s who?” she said in a small voice The door had shut noiselessly behind her, the glass partition separating the front seat from those at the back was raised and she knew that no one could hear them now.
Or see them any longer.
She bit her lip, eyes widening in alarm.
*
The knowledge that O’Grady had shot a man, had ordered a hit on him, had sounded like heresy when she heard Simmons mutter. But now, as she looked into the cold, dark eyes, the jaw with the day’s stubble, his furious expression, she knew, she just knew , that here was a man who was capable of killing.
Suddenly, Bianca was mortally afraid.
*
He lunged and grabbed her throat as she raised terrified eyes to him.
“The fellow who was so very chummy. The young man with the brown hair,” he snarled.
She swallowed, her throat hurting. Her hands went to his thick, hairy wrist and she felt the tears pool in her eyes.
Her piteous expression hit him like a blow to his chest.
Ashamed of his overbearing attitude and feeling contrite, he swore,
“Ah, f*ck, Sweet Jaysus, lass,” and he lowered his head, releasing her throat, his mouth on hers, hard, possessive and demanding as his hands moved further down her body.
She stayed still, unresponsive and he knew he had scared her, hurt her feelings.
He kissed her, gently now, kissing away her tears, as she broke down, holding her hands tightly together.
Then he pulled her into his arms, onto his lap and she sobbed, her face buried in his shirt.
O’Grady inhaled her scent, her musk and some fragrance of flowers.
*
F*ck, he swore as he held her, kneading he soft curves till she stopped weeping. The car ahd not moved. It would not move till he rapped on the partition and right now, he felt like the world’s biggest heel.
She had entered the car, beaming, her dimples on display, her young body trembling in joy.
And what had he done?
Gone at it, hammer and tongs,
Like some f*cking jealous schoolboy!
**
He pulled out a large white hanky and handed it to her silently. Embarrassed, she wiped her face and made to scramble off his lap like an ungainly colt. He tightened his arms and she raised her soft brown doe eyes to his face. The silent reproach in them almost killed him.
“Pet…” he growled. She moved back a little and he lost his head. Gripping the back of her head, he kissed her again, hard and insistent and she caved in.
Her arms went to his chest, and he placed one over his wildly beating heart. Lifting his head, his eyes narrowed and hot, he growled,
“Baby, you drive me mad.”
She looked at him, sorrow in her wounded eyes.
“That was Roger. He’s a computer whiz.”
She said it so sadly, he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go.
**
Instead, he kissed the tip of her nose and growled,
“Pet, we have come to a decision. About your residing with us.”
She shrank again and this time, she made sure to get off his lap. He hated the way she settled in the corner of the car, the light in her eyes totally extinguished.
Her bottom lip trembled as she said in a small shaky whisper,
“What…changes?”
**
He steeled himself and sat up straight. Bianca felt that he commanded such a vital part of her life, if he told her that she was being dumped by them, she would jump out onto the road and throw herself before a moving bus or something.
Her desperation must have edged her voice because he moved swiftly, clamping a large hand on her arm as he growled,
“Saint and I…we don’t want the folks in the office to know about…you and the both of us.”
*
She raised her eyes, flashing in sudden fury,
“Is it because I am a lowly, two-bit sl*t? Is that what you mean, Mr O’Grady?”
The Mafia mob boss could not help himself.
With a smothered oath, he gripped her arms and she fought him.
But he grunted and overpowered her easily, trying hard not to hurt her. How she ended up beneath him, she would never know but he was on top of her, his burly body on her and she felt his erection as it dug into her soft belly. The buttons of her prim white blouse had popped open by now and with a coarse expletive, O’Grady lowered his head to one taut nipple.
And she was lost.
*
Later, she was to wonder how it had been possible to make love, for it was a fierce, urgent kind of coupling, that they had indulged in, on the back seat of his large sedan.
O’Grady was like a man possessed. He could not help himself as he thrust his erection into her, his mouth on her soft lips, swallowing her moans, as her small hands reached out to grip his hair and her hips raised in surrender.
*
Afterwards, he grabbed a box of tissues and she thought,
“Handy. He must be doing this all the time.” But she quickly wiped herself and sat up, putting as much distance as she could from him. Hating herself for having given herself to him so willingly.
But in her heart, despite all her self-recriminations, she knew that Liam O’Grady only had to raise a brow at her and she would rush to him…
*
O’Grady sat, cursing himself as he straightened his shirt He pulled out the hip flask he kept for emergencies and threw back his head, taking a long swallow. He felt the force of her disdain though she did not say a word.
“We’ve decided to put you up in a small apartment on the other side of town. You’ll be sharing with another…girl.”
He growled the words, without looking at her and she flinched.
*
Not a word about what had just transpired between them. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“When?” she said dully, her voice barely a whisper.
He looked across at her but she studiously avoided his gaze. She did not want him to see the tears in her eyes, to feel pity for her.
“Now.” He snarled and rapped on the partition.
At once, the car glided forward smoothly and blended in the traffic seamlessly.
*