Bianca
I began to cry out, as I saw the intention in his face, the determination to teach me a lesson in his eyes;
“NO! And I mean N-O.”
I was backing into the room as I spoke but when his hand went to his belt, I stared at his bare chest, unable to look away, I knew I was in trouble.
The man was gorgeous, his chest with the finely sprinkled black hair, sculpted muscles, bulging muscular arms…
I could see the tented trousers and knew that he was as aroused as I was. Fury made me want to hurt him. Why did he have this power over me?
With a cry, I turned to dive into the bathroom but he caught me and we landed on the floor in a tangle of legs and arms, his muscular body on top of me. O’Grady lowered his mouth and I tried to fight him, refusing to open my mouth. With an oath, he tore my blouse open and I squealed.
“That cost a BOMB, you s…you caveman!”
He snarled into my ear,
“Yeah, guess who paid for it, Pet?”
And his mouth was on my breasts, warm on my nipples and I sobbed, unable to resist as I dug my fingers into his vibrant black hair.
I kicked his shin and he swore, and he forced my hands above my head, his superior strength winning out.
“I got a major fight coming up, Pet, stay still!”
The command in his voice made me stop and glare at him.
What he saw in my face, made him push my skirt up and then he was inside me.
All of a sudden, I was done fighting, for I wanted this as badly as he did…I raised my hips, welcoming his thrusts as I felt my womb muscles clench around him in gratification. Sinking my teeth into the hard muscle of his shoulder, I felt my body explode in abandon.
He grunted as I bit him and I heard him groan my name as I felt him tense. And suddenly, his seed flooded me in a rush as he came into me and I cried his name as I held him to my body, tightly, never wanting to leave him. I hated this man, didn’t I? said a small cynical voice in my mind.
Breathing harshly, he shut his eyes and rested his forehead on mine. Gently, he withdrew his member and I sighed at the loss. He had released my wrists and all I wanted was to hold him but pride made me turn my face away, my fists bunched.
I lay panting beneath him, hating myself for my nipples were still like bullets, my core dripping wet.
“Babe, Bianca, why do we always f*cking end up like this?” he groaned and slowly began to kiss my jaw, nipping at my earlobe.
I blinked furiously, fighting my growing arousal.
“You’re the one who can’t keep Peter in his pants,” I spluttered indignantly trying to push him off.
He chuckled and rolled off me, sitting up.
Then he stretched out beside me, his hand caressing my body as he said softly.
“I’m trying to f*cking figure out what I feel for you, Bianca. That’s why. Sweet Jaysus, woman, you have me tied up in knots.”
A part of me was on high alert. Could it be possible that he had aso begun to feel the way I did?
Was he admitting …?
But reality came crashing back with a bang. We were talking about Liam O’Grady, the roughish Irish mafia man who changed women hourly!
In his eyes, I was a girl who had been desperate enough to sell her virginity to save her family. One year, and it would be curtains to my life with them. He had great ambitions for making it in the world. A poor, soiled piece of trash like me, would not even last in his memory after this year, I told myself bitterly.
Doing my best to control my grief, I shut my eyes, refusing to believe him capable of any kind of long-lasting feelings for anyone.
Pushing him away, I sat up.
” But…What…are you doing here…I mean..?”
He stood up and pulled me to my feet.
Tugging my resisting body into his arms, he said tenderly, his black eyes soft with an unreadable expression,
“You can go to work. I’ve found out who is behind all this.”
And he kissed the tip of my nose softly, saying,
“You are safe, Pet.”.
Liam O’Grady
He had held the phone to his ear as the gravelly baritone of Lucien Delano had rung, in some irritation,
“The f*ck do you want at this time of morning, O’Grady? ”
No one had ever spoken to him like that and O’Grady had flushed.
The man was direct. Cutting straight to the point, he told him about everything that had happened; about the threat to the life of a woman he cared for.
After he had listened to everything, the Mafia Don’s response had been a clipped,
“I’ll take care of it.”
And the phone crashed.
He was not surprised to find that the Mafia Don lived up to his promise.
Within three hours, O’Grady had got a call from the Don’s younger son, Louis Delano.
“The Boss asked us to look into the matter,” said the young man, radiating confidence and authority as he went on,
” Joe Cahill. He’s the one you need to look at.”
O’Grady had run his hands through his hair, furious.
So it was that old pimp turned drug lord who was targeting him and Saint?
But Louis Dalano had not finished.
“There’s someone supplying him with information from your offices too, O’Grady. A guy named Simmons.”
That had sealed it for O’Grady. He had shot off to confront Simmons who had been at him with his wife and three children.
St Just had joined his hot-headed brother for although O’Grady was clever, the fact that Simmons and his honey trap were behind the attempt on Bianca’s life had made them furious.
Neither man was about to let Simmons go free.
Uncaring of the scene they was causing, the brothers and their men had entered the house where Simmons had been sitting, white-faced on seeing his Boss glaring at him.
O’Grady smiled at the startled Simmons family as he said,
” We need to speak to old Simmons here. Simmons has been a traitor, dear lady.”
And as the man rose shakily to his feet, St Just added flatly,
“Say your goodbyes, man.”
The look on the face of the woman was one of hatred as she glared at her husband.
“You were cheating on me, weren’t you? You no good lout?” she screamed.
“And now…?”
She began to wail loudly, as the enormity of what her husband had done dawned upon her.
Simmons was unable to reply as he was herded away, for he knew he would not be returning home alive.
“Your children and you will be taken care of,” snapped O’Grady as he strode out, Simmons herded ahead of him.
And St Just knew that his brother would see that the family would not suffer financially or otherwise; that was what set O’Grady apart.
Knowing that he had succeeded in getting closure on that matter, O’Grady wanted to call the Mafia Don to thank him.
Bu the Boss was unavailable.
The Irishman sighed as he met his brother’s narrowed eyes. They would have to deal with Simmons and the fall out, for now, everyone had guessed that Bianca Cruz was not just an ordinary employee…
To put it simply, her cover had been blown.