RiaShe ran into her brothers on the landing, where Piers was standing with Claude. Both of them looked so alike except that Piers was taller and leaner, his thick blonde hair longer at the back. Claude had a crew cut, close to his scalp and his shoulder muscles bulged as he stood, arguing fiercely with his elder sibling. There was a tattoo on his arm and Ria stared. This was a new one. Some sort of vicious-looking creature.As she approached, she got the gist of the heated discussion.The morning sunlight flooded the wide corridor, the large windows overlooking the lawn and the grounds beyond, clearly visible through the windows. One of the maids was busy vacuuming and glanced up to smile at Ria who gave her a quick grin as she hurried to get to her brothers. It was a sunny day and she had thought of going swimming with her sister and brothers but now, after last night and this morning, all she wanted was to make sure that her mother was well.*‘… not our brother,’ she heard Claude
ProserpinaBeatrice waddled in with a pot of weak tea and dry biscuits, fussing around me and the children drifted away.‘I need to talk to your mother,’ rasped Lucien and the children melted away. Piers came to me and kissed my cheek fondly.‘Get better soon, Mumma,’ he said, my handsome child-man,’ I want to have that delicious Indian naan and curry before I leave tomorrow.’I dimpled up at him as Lucien frowned. Claude winked and waved. He was not given much to hugs and he said,’Mumma, I gotta practice. Got a big fight lined up for this weekend.’Dom piped up excitedly, ’Is it against Reefer Joe?’ The youngsters were avid fans of the sport and boisterous fans of their big brother, and with a sinking heart, I knew that my younger sons would also , most probably follow in their father’s footsteps and take to boxing.Claude glanced at his father; the flippant look disappearing as he nodded when he saw that his father's laser-grey eyes were trained on him.‘Have you been practising, b
RiaShe had finally managed to get her younger sister to open her bedroom door; the silly girl refused to open it till she threatened to bring Claude to break it down. When Tara flung open the door, Ria stepped back in shock. Her sister looked terrible. She must have been crying, for her eyes were swollen and her nose was red.Tara tended to be too dramatic, thought Ria privately but her mother had gently reminded her that it was part of being an artist. Ria did not think so but she did not want to disagree with her mother.“Being a teen had its ups and downs,’ mused Ria as she watched her sister flounce to the bed and throw herself down like a heroine in an old movie. There had been too much happening around her in her growing-up years for her to have the luxury of being too much of a drama queen herself. Mumma had been kidnapped, Pappa had been caught and kept prisoner by a mad woman and Mumma and Philippe had freed him with of course, help from Uncle Schwartz!She sighed as she loo
Ria was wise enough not to tell her parents the hurtful remarks her sister had made. Instead, she had asked Camille to come to take her temperature and before she knew it, Tara was back in bed, drinking the hot toddy prepared by Beatrice which would drive any fever away with its awful taste, as Claude was wont to say. She dozed off under the watchful eyes of her sister who stood, thinking hard. Finally, coming to a decision, Ria marched off to find her father.*LucienHe was sweating as he sat at his wife’s bedside, his eyes glued on what the doctor’s assistant was doing. The lab where the sonography was about to take place was chilly but the Mafia Don was tense.*Lucien Delano glared again at the assistant at the clinic, a chit of a girl, who was staring. open-mouthed, at his woman and then at him, sneaking furtive looks their way as though they were a novelty. He fixed her with a cold look and the poor girl was soon shaking and the hands that were smearing the ultrasound gel on Pr
LucienHe was loathe to leave his Woman and get back to work but he had too much to do; with two new projects being launched in a week’s time and Claude’s big fight coming up, he knew he had to go to the Club. Schwartz was efficient alright but people jumped when Lucien Delano was on the premises. Handsome James was a lot more easy-going; he would be unable to wield the whip as decisively as the Boss.Now he watched as his wife entered the house, her wide hips swaying in that tantalising fashion that still made him go hard like an infatuated schoolboy. Damn, he thought, tearing his eyes off the curvaceous figure as she disappeared into the safety of the house after turning to give him a smile that promised so much and the car roared down the driveway. The Mafia Don studied his phones and was soon immersed in his work, frowning as he read the latest reports on Paval.*Claude was panting as he finished his practice in the ring under the watchful eye of his trainer, the very same man wh
SchwartzHe smiled slightly as he read the message from Proserpina. So Lucien Delano had finally made it to a sonography!Schwartz shook his head sadly. The man clearly did not deserve Proserpina.As he looked up, Danielle entered the room. He grinned at her. She had grown thinner and her white hair was shorn close to her head in a severe haircut.She scowled as was her habit but she was glad to see him.“Goddamned circus. It’s a f*king night mare!’ she complained as she threw herself down onto one of the comfortable leather chairs in front of his desk. Schwartz grinned. Both of them knew that she was grumbling for the heck of it. She loved her job.‘Where’s Grace?’, he asked and Danielle’s face lightened. But she pretended to be as grumpy as ever.‘Coming this evening.’ she said but with a smile, Schwartz noted the pleasure on her face when she spoke of her partner.“Been too long,’ she went on, hiding her expression as she stared into the phone.’ She’s got a friend with her, some te
Maja NordShe often wondered if she would have married Tommaso De Luca if they had been alive. She shuddered—probably not. The man had ruined her life.And how!Maja chewed her lip grimly.He had turnd out to be a low life slim ball.And then she wryly smiled as she looked at the young people sleeping haphazardly, sprawled ungainly on the seats beside her.Well, not exactly. She had two amazing kids in her life because of that rotter.Madelyn Burns, her eleven-year-old daughter, was the one who was constantly questioning all the norms around her, eager to know more, challenging, and inquisitive to a fault. She sighed as she glanced over at her son, the fifteen-year-old Magnus. Even in sleep, he had his headphones on, his perpetual petulant scowl having vanished from his face, making him look handsome, she thought sadly, her heart wrenching. The boy was lanky and slim, and like his sister, both of them had inherited their father’s coloring. Sleek black hair and the burning black eyes t
Paddy7 pmPaddy was in the city and preparing to leave. He had found something big and he was following it up in every way he could, using his various contacts from among the other white-hat hackers who he kept in touch with. The vigilante groups he had contacted had sent out messages to other similar groups. He was aware of the danger he was getting into; there was always the fear that he could be monitored by the Dark Net inhabitants but he was undeterred.Cole Brandt and his peculiar behaviour, along with the timing of his appearance in the happy world of the Delano family, had set off alarm bells in the young autistic man’s mind.Most importantly, he would not stand back and watch his beloved Mumma be ill-treated.*Something about the timing of Cole’s appearance had seemed off. Besides, he had been aware that Mumma had been receiving some weird messages on her blog. She had mentioned it to Melissa Lord and he had overheard her and noticed the pain in her voice. Surreptitiously,