Bianca came awake , a feeling of panic growing in her heart and she sat up, her long brown hair a tousled mess. She looked around her.
Gradually she settled, taking deep breaths of relief.
Of course, Bianca told herself, she was with her Masters!
She was in the huge bed; in the villa she had visited once long ago. She could hear O’Grady singing lustily, but dreadfully offkey from the shower and she giggled. He sang atrociously but he sang anyway.
With a dimpled grin, she walked across and pushed open the washroom door. He was waving an arm as he scrubbed shampoo on his hair, and she grinned as she stepped in behind him and clasped his strong waist, her small hand sneaking to his member.
O’Grady grunted in surprise, then, shipping his head around, he growled,
“Ah, Pet.”
And then, kissing the tip of her nose, he asked softly,
“Are you alright?”
She met his eyes and felt her heart turn over. He wanted to know if St Just and he had been too rough on her. Shaking her head, she kissed his jaw and whispered,
“No, just a good soreness, is all, Master.”
And then, she was in her arms, squealing as he lathered shampoo on her head, and soon, giggling uncontrollably, she was in his arms as he swooped for a kiss.
Later, a long time later, they went down for breakfast. Bianca thought of how, just a year ago, she had stood, trepidation large on her mind, as she wondered about her future.
Now…she sighed in contentment.
And recalled how they had left the party mid-way, abruptly. No one had explained exactly why they had rushed out.
O’Grady was pouring coffee for her, and she sniffed in appreciation.
He took his black but she went the whole way, cream and sugar too.
“Saint left early,” he explained as he picked up a bagel and began to munch happily.
She joined him, dressed in his large shirt and perching on his lap, she said solemnly,
“O’Grady, what happened yesterday? At night? At the Shangri La?”
*
The meeting at the Shangri La was still going on. Piers rubbed the scruff on his jaw and scowled.
Pappa.
It all led back to the man who had dominated the mob like a Colossus for years. He and his penchant to f*ck every woman he laid his eyes on.
At least, once he got serious with Mumma, it had all stopped. But the skeletons kept tumbling out, even till today. He looked across and met his father’s gaze coldly. The Don was watching him, eyes glittering, almost as though he had read Pier’s handsome face and seen the resentment there.
He rose to his feet and growled,
“I’m calling it a night.” He strode to the door and said, over his shoulder,
“If you need me, you know where I am.”
At once, James Schwartz followed him and Piers let out his breath in a huff.
His brothers looked across at him.
“Mumma…?” said Claude hesitantly.
The Mafia Don was in his large sedan, heading home in a matter of minutes.
His mind was on his beautiful Woman, Proserpina and what her reaction would be when she heard about Gabriella. But he scratched his jaw as he stared into the darkness.
Almost as if he had read his friend’s thoughts, Schwartz, sitting beside him, sighed and said,
“Mate, does she know about…Gabriella?”
*
St Just had left early in the morning, after informing his brother. He had a little sleuthing to do. After seeing Gabriela the Dominatrix, he was reminded of how she had looked perfectly at home in Cahill’s old club.
Now he wanted to gather more information about her.
After four hours, he sat in his shirt sleeves, his head in his hands.
This was deeper than anything he had imagined. The sex clubs were also fronts for human trafficking. The realisation that he had, unwittingly enough, also helped the criminals of this order, to increase their reach and revenue, made him feel sick.
Gabriela Perez, of Costa or whatever name she chose to take , according to her fancy, was a deadly person. And after Enrique, who had been the face of the gang, she was the second in command. She appeared to have some fixation about the Mafia Don and a little digging and getting in touch with his old friends, made him understand. The woman had been a prostitute in Argentina, a favourite of Lucien Delano’s apparently at one time.
But then, Lucien Delano had always been a sex addict, he thought drily. Till he met his Woman, as he called her and became besotted by her.
But when the Mafia Don turned over a new leaf and remained faithful to his wife, Gabriela had been bitter. All her dreams of becoming the powerful wife of the mafia Don had been reduced to ashes and he had latched onto a small-time mobster and then another, finally ending up with Enrique, a sadistic monster.
But now, that her network had imploded, she was focussed on Lucien Delan and his circle, including O’Grady and Van Dyke…
*
Bianca was rigid with shock after Liam O’Grady had told her what had happened.
She sat stiffly.
“So, the people who were behind Anna’s abduction…they are still around?” She queried in a small, worried voice. O’Grady gathered her into his lap tenderly and sighed.
“The bad guys in real life don’t die so easily, Pet,” he said, kissing her earlobe. “Someone else comes forward and fills the vacuum.”
*
Hila and Piers were listening as Louis described how, in those days when he was with Carol Wythe, he used to visit the kink club frequently. Gabreilla had been one of the Domiantrix whores and she had openly spoken about how she had been Lucien Delano’s lover for years.
Piers clenched his fists at that and Hila shot him a sidelong glance.
Jack Lord cleared his throat.
“Paddy is working on tracing her right now.” He said softly, his massive shoulders bunched.
*
As Gabriella Perez sat in her hideout, the mansion of one of her former lovers, a dedicated submissive named John Hastings, she smiled
She was after revenge alright. The meddling Irishman and his sibling had effectively destroyed her multimillion empire of human trafficking. The strikingly beautiful Gabriella had always remained in the background while her latest lover, Enrique, was the frontman. Now that the was in jail, his brothers, who were like callow idiots, were running around like headless chickens. So she had taken it upon herself to step in.
Afterall, she reasoned, millions were at stake. She shut her eyes and puffed on her joint. Lucien Delano, her lover of yore, had looked as handsome virile, as fascinating as ever, despite being older.
But what had made her furious was the way he had been keeping his much younger wife pinned to his side. True, the woman had an earthy sexuality about her, something that made men stop and stare.
Gabriella gritted her teeth. She would destroy him and the meddling O’Grady and his brother.
All of them.