Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.
What was happening to Anna?
And her Masters…?
When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .
O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.
His expression said it all and, in that instant, she knew that her sister had been saved by the men she loved.
She was already crying in happiness as he spoke, gently, his voice reaching out to caress her,
“Bianca, lass…”
He sounded like honey and she leant against the wall, looking at him. “Here’s someone who wants to see you,” he added and turned his charm on the person sitting beside him.
ANNA!!!
Biaca almost screamed in joy.
Her sister was sobbing openly, her face bruised, looking haggard and pale . But she was alive!!
Bianca managed to say something, later she had no idea what she had said. But Anna was crying, so was she and then, St Just, who was sitting on the other side of Anna, took the phone.
“Ah, sugar. Your little sister is fine, babe,” he said in the Southern drawl she associated with him.
She was crying now and he said, ” We are leaving in some time now, sugar. A few formalities left, babe. We should be at Hollowford by dawn.”
She wanted to hug Anna, hold her sister in her arms and she nodded, biting her lip, unable to speak. O’Grady’s handsome face popped up on the screen again, grinning, and then, the phone was cut.
Bianca sank onto the bed, weeping. But for what?
She had no idea.
Rising her face, she sobbed in gratitude.
When the phone rang, a little after 3 am, Lucien Delano knew what to expect. His son, Louis’ voice came over the line, sounding weary but excited.
“Sir, Pappa,” he stumbled over his words and Lucien Delano sat up, thrusting a pillow behind his back as he glanced at his Woman who had come awake, pushing her hair off her face, she sat up and again.
He felt the desire awaken in him, as he took in her sleepy face, the curvaceous body, nude, for he had insisted on her sleeping with him without a stitch on.
She pulled a blanket over her breasts, blushing as his gaze fixed on them and snuggled up to his big body so that she could hear what her son was saying too.
“They got him, Sir,” Louis was saying,” St Just and O’Grady. They shot Cahill but he’s alive. The Boys in Blue have shifted him to the hospital now. Van Dyke managed to shut down the media about this operation.”
The Mafia Don grunted, his hand on his Woman’s peaked nipples and she shuddered, trying to push it away. He slapped her rounded bottom hard and she gasped.
Indicating that she should straddle him, he continued to talk to his son, shifting to allow his Woman access to his thick, erect member, beaded with precum already.
“The girl? Is she safe?”
Louis’s answer was all he needed to hear.
Acceding to the request made by O’Grady, he had asked Van Dyke, who was influential in Thomastown, to make sure this escapade by Cahill, was kept out of the papers.
The child who had been kidnapped, might need privacy, reasoned the Irishman.
Shutting off the phone, he turned his full attention to his Woman.
Proserpina had been trying to listen to the conversation.
“The child, she’s safe?” said his Woman, her face shining in happiness and his breath caught in his throat for a minute.
The Mafia Don never showed weakness, but now, with his large brood of children and grandchildren, he had mellowed considerably.
That was probably what had motivated him to get eh top officials on the case.
The Boss was aware that the Governor and the Judge would be the ones to bask in the glory of having brought down a huge sex trafficking racket, but Lucien Delano did not care for that.
He turned his attention back to his young wife, so ripe and in her prime, her lush body trembling in anticipation as she looked into his eyes, noting the darkening of his gaze.
Tapping her soft parted lips, he indicated his manhood and she made a show of climbing onto him, positioning herself delicately over his manhood, preparing to gently slide on him. The Don moved suddenly, swearing, his large hands biting into her hips, taking her by surprise.
Then, he thrust her down into his thick manhood, sitting up a little so that his c*ck was almost vertically inside her wet core. She gasped, and fell forward, large breasts brushing his hirsute chest, her hands on him.
Her eyes searched his face, dancing merrily and he shook his head.
“Ah, wh*re, you just asked to be punished by your Master, huh?”
Proserpina dimpled but when she saw him take out the nipple clamps with the steel teeth she began to tremble.
“No, Master…” she began but he smiled, a hard smile and reaching behind her, knotted her wrists behind her, leaving her helplessly perched on his raging hard member.
Then, he took his time to place each evil-looking nipple clamp on her thick, firm nipples, sucking and biting them before he did so, watching her helpless arousal as he sobbed, juddering on his lap.
He was in charge, no doubt about that and he slapped her breasts lightly, making her cry out.
Proserpina was shuddering, her womb dripping wet as he played with her.
“You are going to drain my balls now, little sl*t,” he growled, the smell of her arousal, filling the air, his nostrils flaring with delight as he tried not to rock on his c*ck.
“Can I come?” she whispered pleadingly as she felt the orgasm building up with every touch of her Master’s calloused hand.
Lucien Delano shook his head cooly.
‘You have a long night ahead, my little bi*ch, ” he said and thrust his thumb into her a*se…
O’Grady and St just had spared Bianca the gory details.
Young Anna had to be taken for a complete medical checkup and she was kept in hospital for a few hours to make sure she was alright. Luckily, no one had assaulted her sexually, not yet, said Serena, her pretty face grim.
The girl wanted to get back, but it was O’Grady who charmed her into relaxing. St Just watched his handsome sibling in amusement. Soon he had Anna eating out of his hand and the lean blonde man guessed that Anna now had a king-size crush on O’Grady, for he was the one who had fired the shot which had incapacitated Cahill. The man was in the hospital, for surgery because the bullet had hit his neck, leaving him alive but seriously injured.
Anna looked from one to the other of the men who had saved her and said, in a breathless whisper,
“Are you… which one of you is Bianca’s boyfriend?”
Her forehead scrunched in puzzlement as the men looked at each other.
“We care for her,” said St Just gently, coming to stand by the hospital bed, looking at the little thirteen-year-old.
Her eyes moved to O’Grady hopefully and she blurted, blushing furiously,
“You’re my hero.”
For once, the Irishman was at a loss for words. Then he threw his head back and roared with laughter, causing Louis and Serena, who had been talking quietly in the corridor, to hurry in, just as a cross-looking nurse barged in.
The detectives handling the case and some FBI agents also wanted to speak to Anna who was suddenly feeling very important.
What a story it would make when she was back at school, she thought, her little chest swelling with pride.
Saved by two of the most handsome men in the world.
With a sigh, Anna dozed off.