The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,
“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”
The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.
But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.
“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.
Proserpina found her much easier to get along with than Hila, who could freeze anyone with just a look.
Bianca looked uncertain but Serena had already met Anna and had been one of the people who had accompanied her back to Hunter’s Folly.
An hour later, when she walked into the hospital room, the first thing she saw was the huge bouquet of roses on the side table.
‘Your young man sent them,” tittered Heather, cheeks pink.
Heather was sitting up, supported by a stack of pillows and she beamed at Bianca, opening her arms wide. Beth, who had been sitting beside her, looked away, shamefaced. Serena Kingston had also entered and she stood, her arms crossed, taking in the dynamics of the people in the room.
“She’s safe,” breathed Bianca, tears spilling over. She had informed Heather the moment she got to know, but it had not been possible to come charging to the hospital in the middle of the night.
Now Heather, her eyes overflowing with tears, said,
“Ah, honey. I knew you would do everything to save your sister!”
The older woman had spoken to Anna and had heard enough and more about Bianca’s handsome beaus from her daughter. Anna had practically gushed over them till Heather had to gently stop her.
Her step mother’s eyes narrowed in concern as she asked ,
“But tell me again, how did your Mafia friends manage to free Anna?”
Bianca expected Beth to make some derisive snort at the charming turn of phrase but her sister was suspiciously silent. Serena , who had been following the conversation keenly, stepped in and answered.
“My boyfriend’s dad is a man with a lot of influence. He heard about this and stepped in to help.”
Bianca threw her a grateful glance. Heather beamed and was satisfied.
When the nurses came in, to ask Bianca to leave as the visiting hours were done, Beth came after them.
Stepping into the corridor behind them, Beth cried,
“I’m so sorry, Bee…I was horrid, Horrid. ”
And she burst into tears, throwing her arms around her sister’s neck. Bianca, who adored her stepsisters, responded immediately. Stroking Beth’s soft golden hair, she said, between her tears,
“It’s ok…I know…”
Beth stopped after a while. Then, sniveling, she said,
“I…Anna said they were sweet, terribly sweet to her. Your…uh…boyfriends…”
Despite herself, Serena smiled, hiding her grin behind her hand as she turned her back on them.
Young Beth looked like she wished she had been the one to have been spirited away, from the looks of it!
St Just and O’Grady looked the pretty young girl who made no bones of the fact that she worshipped them. She had barely let the Mafia brothers out of her sight from the time she ahd been rescues.
Now, the Masters were longing to see Bianca.
Anna was dozing as they rode in the car , heading to Hollowford where they would hand Anna over to her mother.
And bring Bianca back home. Back to them.
St Just glanced at the little girl, all of thirteen, who was sitting in the back seat, between them.
She looked beautiful, angelic even.
He felt a wave of anger as he thought of what would have happened if they had not been able to rescue her.
The news of the rescue of a number of women , all from different countries had made the headlines. The media was going on about the women who had been kept as sex salves, total prisoners aboard the luxury cruise liner, and the scandal had hit the headlines. The brothers had seen the news on TV, and every news app was highlighting the role of the Governor who had stepped in to bring down the racket.
There was radio silence regarding the role of the Mafia Don and his cohorts.
“Not a word about Delano,” murmured O’Grady as he skimmed through his tablet.
St Just looked at him drily.
“That’s the way he operates, bro,” he replied,” Lucien Delano does not like to make waves.”
O’Grady grunted and shifted trying not to disturb Anna.
“I can’t wait to see the Pet,” said O’Grady, his eyes dancing impishly as he fantasized about what they would do to her.
He missed the guarded look in his brother’s face as he shut his eyes and leaned back, still smiling.
They would use the Pet today, together. He imagined himself, his thick c*ck erect, rubbing it across her mound and belly as she stood helpless, tied up, her arms high in the air.
And St Just?
He would have his paddle in his hands, and the crack as it hit the Pet’s behind would make O’Grady harder…
She would cry out and he would slap her breasts, the large ti*s with clamps he was carrying in his pocket, even now. O’Grady smiled to himself.
Yes sir!
Then, St Just would make her kneel, her hands bound behind her back and O’Grady would make her s*ck him. Bianca gave a brilliant blow job, he thought appreciatively, and all the while, he would tug at her stiff, nipples, while St Just busied himself, his c*ck ramming into her a*se…
He groaned…he was hard and if he did not stop fantasizing, he would probably ejaculate, right here. The sound of St Just sighing loudly, made him glance at his brother.
Finn St Just shook his head wearily.
Liam O’Grady was a man who had had more than a legion of lovers; this was a first for him. He had never seemed so excited when it came to any woman…not till today.
But St Just was disturbed. The incident with Bianca’s sister had made him realise that they were using her for their pleasure.
But, he asked himself grimly, what about her?