Semua Bab A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Bab 201 - Bab 210

At the home where Bianca was settled with her Masters, St Just had just turned up. O’Grady was preparing to leave, to be with Louis during his vigil. Serena was still not in the clear, sighed St Just as Bianca went to him and kissed his blonde, scruffy jaw tenderly. He drew her into his arms and then put her away with a sigh,“I’ve just come from the hospital, Pet,” he said apologetically,“I need to shower.”His eyes went to the room where the two men slept with Bianca, and she knew he wanted nothing more than to hold their son, kiss the sleeping infant and then sleep, spooning her body.“Come,” said Bianca softly,“You can bathe.” He grunted, a gleam appearing in his otherwise tired eyes.O’Grady appeared, buttoning up his shirt and growling,“Bathe with me when I return, Pet.” She dimpled and went into his arms, kissing him longingly.How lucky I am, she thought as she did the rest of her Master buttons and stood watching as he strode off with a rakish grin at her. It was his turn

The narrow streets of Kotor were slick with rain, the cobblestones glistening beneath the dim glow of old lanterns. Hila Zaidi staggered through the alleys, one arm pressed tightly to her side, blood soaking through her fingers. It was warm, sticky—her own lifeblood slipping away with every shaky breath.The encounter had gone off badly. There had been too many men. Too many guns.Her signature black jacket, once elegant, hung in tatters. It had been a gift from Piers, a Tom Ford black leather jacket.It was the kind of jacket that didn’t whisper wealth—it spoke it in fluent, unapologetic style. And as she opened the bag, she felt her face grow warm.A Tom Ford masterpiece, sculpted from buttery soft, jet-black lambskin leather that clung to the body like a second skin. Every inch of it was tailored to precision—sharp shoulders, cinched waist, and subtly padded structure that enhanced the wearer’s silhouette without effort. The cut was sleek and commanding, designed to move like liqui

Rain slicked the ancient stones of Kotor’s old town, turning the narrow alleys into rivers of shadow and echo. She moved like a ghost between them—limping, breath shallow, one hand pressed hard against her side where the bullet had torn through flesh. Blood oozed between her fingers, hot and frighteningly steady.Right from the start, Hila Zaidi had had a gut feeling this mission could end badly. She’d felt it in her gut before she boarded the flight from Jamaica, where she’d almost been set up, before she ever set foot on Montenegrin soil. But when you’ve spent years lying, fighting, and surviving in the silence between nations, you learn to ignore the feeling. You press forward. You do the job.And if it involved the only family that had welcomed her with open arms, always accommodating her whims and moods, the Delanos, who loved her unconditionally, different as they were, she knew there had been no thought of going back.Serena Kingston, the red-haired young woman with the broad s

When the two brothers arrived at the airfield, they were surprised to see that a few black vehicles, notably those of the Capo and Jack Lord, were also parked on the tarmac, alongside the vehicle in which Piers Delano travelled.The two men exchanged looks of puzzlement.What was going on?*Lucien Delano had been furious to hear about Hila Zaidi.“The f*cking fool woman should never have flown to Montenegro without checking,” he snarled as he paced up and won in the hotel they had checked into. James Schwartz sighed and stood, his hands thrust in his pockets, staring out at the bleak, grey landscape.They had arrived in the country a few hours ago and had received Piers' terse message soon after.Schwartz shook his head. They had landed in the tiny Balkan country of Velgarin.A small, almost forgotten country tucked into the folds of Eastern Europe — a place that rarely made headlines or appeared on tourist brochures. Its name, Velgarin, sounded old-world, faintly Slavic, vaguely Ba

Bianca walked into the visitor’s private room in the hospital where Serena was lying, still in a coma. The moment she entered, she noticed the group huddled in the corner, speaking in low tones.The words “Mumma” and “Rudenko” alerted her.Something big had happened. Jamie turned to look at her, her face pink from weeping and she threw herself into Bianca’s startled arms.“Mumma…” she sobbed hysterically,” That Rudenko woman…called Mumma yesterday…”Bianca felt her heart go out to he smiling, pleasant and beautiful matriarch of the Delano family. She had always been kind and caring and she could imagine how the call must have disturbed poor Proserpina.And quick on the heels of that thought came another,How had the Don reacted?The curvy Bianca had spoken to her Masters in the morning, for they had called her. Both the men wanted to know how she was and, most importantly, they wanted to see Cian. So she had done a video call and added archly that Montenegro looked very historical ind