It was to be a big operation, the police chief had growled, apprehensive as he looked at the cruise liner that was preparing to leave, having applied for clearance from the port authorities the previous evening.
Lucien Delano had snapped his fingers and the Governor had acted at once, pulling out all the stops to prevent the luxury liner from sailing away.
It was raining now, a light, annoying drizzle and O’Grady, who had been instructed to stay in the background, for his was a noticeable face, with his reputation sticking out a mile before him. As the owner of the chain of Casinos in the area and a boxer of some repute, along with his playboy tag, the reporters would have a field day if he was noticed.
The burly Irishman had bristled but his brother had shot him a warning look. It appeared that Serena Kingston and Louis were working in tandem with the Bratva here, for Claude Delano and his brother had been the ones to leave the car and talk to the police chief. The shorter thickset man had not seemed happy to be working with help from the Mafia but in this case, there was little he could do.
A car purred up and Liam O’Grady glared at the newcomer.
Alexander Van Dyke, the feared Mafia don of these parts, a growing force in Thomastown.
The huge man stepped out, his thick blonde hair glistening with raindrops, the slate colored eyes, similar to those of the Delano boys, slicing through O’Grady and his brother who were standing in the shelter of a building, a palce where they had a good view of what was happening.
The giant Van Dyke, nodded at them curtly, acknowledging their presence before striding over to the police chief who seem to grovel before him.
“Guy’s built like an ox,” murmured Liam O’Grady and shook the raindrops off his own curly black hair.
St Just stood, arms folded, his eyes on the luxury cruise liner, his thoughts on Bianca. What was their poor Pet going through now, he wondered and ached for her.
Bianca was asleep on the large soft bed in the huge room she had been led to. Although she had been overwhelmed by the affection she had been shown unstintingly by the entire Delao family, she felt a huge hopelessness in her heart.
Tara, quick to notice her mood dampening, had handed her a glass of “Bea’s famous tea,” she declared and urged her to drink it up.
Within a few minutes, she felt sleepy. Karina , the wife of the blunt Claude, who had a baby on her hip, said in her accented voice,
“It work, Bea give it to everyone when they feel tired.”
Bianca’s eyes widened in horror; were they drugging her? Tara, who saw her alarm, laughed and laid a calloused hand on hers as she said,
“No, it calms your nerves is all, Bianca. Bea used to give it to Mumma when she was going through trying times,” and her face twisted in a grimace of sympathy.
Bianca glanced at the door. She wondered what those times must have been like.
At the same time, they heard the Mafia Don roar,
“TARA!”
The young woman who had been holding her hand straightened and winked at Tara.
“Mumma must have broken the news of you being here, Bianca. But he sounds alright, she always could calm him down.”
And with that, the heavily pregnant woman waddled out, responding to her father’s call.
Bianca’s lids began to feel heavy and big Camille Beston came to her, saying softly,
“Come now…You can sleep now. It’s been a hard day for you, child.”
And as she helped Bianca to her room, she added,
“I’ll send someone to call you for dinner.”
After what seemed like ten minutes, Bianca opened her eyes and stared outside. The clock beside her showed she had dozed off for more than an hour.
She had been dreaming of her Masters…
In the dream, Liam O’Grady had her on her knees as he pounded her wet pus*y, making her cry out as he repeatedly hit her G-spot.
“Can I come…?” she begged, for he had forbidden her to have an orgasm, without his permission.
St Just appeared. He stood before her, stroking his thick shaft which was erect and weeping precum.
Bianca inched forward, parting her lips eagerly, even as O’Grady yanked her waist, pounding into her.
“Ah, the greedy lass deserves this,” roared O’Grady, panting as he rammed into her. His large, muscular body was covered in a sheen of sweat for they had been stringing the Pet along for a while now.
Earlier, when St Just had ejaculated on her breasts, she had lapped up O’Grady’s cum like an obedient pet.
And then, they had switched places, when she was barely awake after falling asleep between the two big bodies on either side of her.
A large, heavy-handed slap landed on her bare, tender a*se cheeks and she screamed her back arching, her body feeling as though she had just been Tasered.
St Just took pity on her and came closer, painting her plump mouth with his cum and she moaned, her hips undulating. She was so near coming…so near…
Then, Finn St Just pushed his c*ck into her warm mouth and she sucked him, concentrating on pleasuring her Master. She felt O’Grady’s thick shaft harden further as her womb muscles squeezed him wildly, body shuddering as he leant over her body to pinch her swollen cl*t; and then, she was moaning around the c*ck in her mouth, her eyes shut as he exploded. Her body was tingling, her senses felt awake in a way she had never felt before and then, she was coming crying out with the sensations…
That was when Bianca Cruz came awake, her body still shuddering as her swollen womanhood gave up the ghost of a fight and dissolved in a fierce orgasm…
The scene at eh docks was tense. Any minute now, the commando crew that had been flown in a few hours later, would be getting on board. But reports had confirmed that eh Albanian crew on board the floating brothel were also heavily armed
The Mafia Don, Van Dyke stood, his broad shoulders wet with rain as O’Grady paced up and down behind the buildings, his brother shooting him anxious looks from time to time. The Irishman was worried about Bianca, he knew but St Just wished his sibling, always so charming, would calm down.
Louis listened intently as his girl, the redhead, said something passionately. She was gesticulating down the road, and O’Grady suddenly grew still, his senses on the alert.
He caught the words,
“…car…Cahill…headed away…” came to him and in a trice, he was beside the couple, grabbing Louis Delano’s arm, shouting in agitation,
“What did she f*cking just say? Is Anna not here? Has that bast*rd f*cking escaped with her?”