O’Grady
The young Mafia Boss was fuming
He had found out that the sniper who had shot at the girl had indeed been a marksman appointed by one of his, O’Grady’s rivals.
Only, he was unsure which of them it was.
He decided to check if St. Just had made his way to Bianca as he had been planning to do.
Liam O’Grady sighed. He would give anything to be back with her in bed, to just hold her in his arms and keep her safe…
Bianca
She felt warm and safe, nestled against St Just’s side as he held her and scrolled on his phone. They were in bed, but he had not tried to make love to her and she thought for a wild moment,
“He’s so different from O’Grady.”
While the Irishman, with his twinkling eyes and devilish charm, could not keep his hands off her, making ardent love to her whenever they were together, this was different.
Finn St Just comforted her, stroking her hair.
But she knew that beneath the polished veneer lurked a man with needs that were controlled; when he was the Dom in charge, he would be unsparing and savage in his desire.
She shuddered and he looked down at her brown curls in concern.
“You feeling good, Pet?” he asked and she smiled up at him. He took in a sharp breath. Sans any makeup, her eyes red-rimmed and with dark circles, Bianca still managed to make him want to take her to bed. Her white shirt hung off a shoulder, revealing a plump breast and he felt his erection grow. But as his arms tightened around her, his phone beeped.
He swore. It was O’Grady.
Damn the man, he thought as he sat up straighter and Bianca sat up too, her shirt falling off her shoulder, the brown masses tumbling around her shoulders as she sat up in fright, nibbling her lower lip.
He would choose to ring just when Finn was about to make love to their Pet!
Turning on the phone, he saw that his brother had made a video call. Scowling, he glared at the Irishman’s handsome features, tension stretched across them.
“Where are…” O’Grady barked and then stopped as he caught sight of Bianca in the background. His face tightened as he noticed she was wearing a shirt and her body was quite exposed. Those plump globes with the deep pink peaks…
O’Grady felt a tightness in his chest. His groin tightened and he grunted in irritation.
His bother must be enjoying the pleasures of the Pet’s luscious body.
It bothered him no end opt think of that and he grunted.
“Well, at least you’re with her now.”
St Just who was as exasperated as ever , for he had discovered how O’Grady had been screwing Watermann, snapped,
“What’s that supposed to mean, O’Grady?”
His brother sneered.
“Let’s just say, she’s keeping our c*cks pleasured at the very least. Hey?”
He stopped abruptly because Bianca had heard every word.
She snatched the phone from St Just’s hands and shouted,
“You…you…a*sehole, O’Grady!”
And her eyes flashed fire as she went on, spitting fury at him,
‘You come here, like a rutting dog, switching between women’s beds and you think that gives you any right to play the Pope?”
He sat, his stubbled jaw slack as he listened to her. No woman had ever spoken to him like that.
The girl was a virago, a flaming tempest and he loved her.
The thought crashed into his consciousness just as she ended,
“…but your brother, thankfully, isn’t made of the same stuff as you…you…you despicable…man-wh*re!”
St just took the phone from her for it looked as though she was about to explode. The Irishman could not tear his eyes off her as she flounced out of the room, her rounded rear swaying as she stomped off.
“Damn, bro,” drawled St Just, but O’Grady could see that he was enjoying himself,
“You’re an old dog, you are, Irish. Horny man wh*re!!!”
And he threw his blonde head back and laughed.
“She’ll not have anything to do with you, man…so don’t come sniffing here…!”
Bianca
She stomped off into the kitchen, her cheeks flaming. How dare the man make his usual snide, insidious remarks again?
He should have some degree of shame, shouldn’t he?
Listening to him, you would think that Liam O’Grady was behaving like a man who was infatuated and jealous!
But the good Lord above knew that he was anything but one such character. She slammed the fridge door hard and yelped as her hand struck the edge of the table,
Sucking the thumb of her hand, which hurt, she mumbled,
“Cad…as*se hole…”
St Just stood in the doorway, his features tender as they rested on her.
He held out his arms to her and she rushed into them, sniffling.
“O’Grady thinks…” she sobbed
But the tall, blonde man hushed her.
“Quiet, little one. Now, sleep, ok?”
She nodded and they made their way back to bed.
As he kissed her shoulder and spooned his body into hers, he murmured,
“Well, at least, you won’t be going back to work again.”
Stunned, Bianca sat up in bed at that, indignant and bristling.
“And who says I won’t ?” she snapped.
“Whoa, hold your horses, baby,” he chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender and sighed.
“O’Grady’s orders, darling. He wants you to be safe.”
Livid, Bianca turned in bed, picking up her phone, punching in the number of the man who seemed to be steadily metamorphosing into her greatest enemy.
When the Irishman picked up on the first ring, he began, contritely,
“Ah, lassie…forgive me…”
“You blo*dy jackass, you moron!” she screamed, tears of rage running down her cheeks,
“Don’t you DARE try to stop me from going to work, you… you moron!”
O’Grady
He sighed as she slammed down the phone.
Burying his head in his arms, Liam O’Grady contemplated his future bleakly.
Binaca Cruz was unstoppable. She would not stay home and be a submissive Pet.
And, he admitted to himself, he would not want her any other way.
Sighing, he scratched his stubbled jaw and thought for a long while. There was no way he would let her work, with a killer on her tail.
He needed to find out who was behind the attack.
And for that…
There was only one way to find out.
Swearing under his breath, he sat, cradling the phone for a long while. Then, screwing up his courage, he dialled a number that he was hesitant to call.
The number that people only called when they needed help desperately.
The Big Boss himself,
Lucien Delano.