A Pet for the Mafia Dons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 361 - チャプター 370

The Masters had had an idea.They lifted the Pet, and took her to the balcony.Daylight was streaming in through the canopy of trees surrounding them, for the Indian palace, as it was dubbed by the staff, was hidden behind a rich collection of foliage. Bianca had marvelled at the various species of flora and fauna around them. Now she gaped at the exotic trees surrounding them, the thick trunks of tropical trees like the jackfruit and coconut, the mango and other trees she had not really seen before in her life. And the ivy trailing the thick solid trucks, making it near impossible for any curious human eyes to see what was going on in the small palace.Suddenly, she became aware that her Masters were stripping and she was also naked. Bianca looked around herself, alarmed.They had been talking about how the Mafia Don enjoyed showing his control over his Woman by making fierce, rough love to her on the balcony of their penthouse suite here in Shangri La. Bianca’s Master's had describ

Now Bianca settled into the back seat of the limousine, for that was also part of the service, as the Irishman explained, and they drove off. Bianca looked back over her shoulder and sighed dreamily.Staying at the Shangri La was certainly a one-off experience, she thought as she lounged in St Just’s apartment.*When they got back home, Roxanne was already there, beaming as she held Meg in her arms. Baby Meg was overjoyed to see her mother and squealed and shrieked, flailing her pudgy arms in joy. Cian burst into tears as he toddled across to his parents, trying to hold both St Just and the Irishman’s trousered legs at the same time.Looking over at her Masters fussing over the children, Bianca felt a deep sense of gratitude. She had been thrown into many bad situations in her life so far, but this was the best part of it. She had two men in her life who loved her deeply, and the children had two fathers; she knew, without a doubt, that the men would love the children equally.St Jus

It was late the next day that Bianca got to hear about how Rudy had entered the scene and swung the responses in Siobahn’s favour by pulling in a few quiet favours. And of course, with the help of his family, solidly behind him. The Delanos, apparently, had gone all out to create an image of Siobahn as the victim of a vicious campaign. Needless to say, the woman who had begun the campaign had slunk away.Lana Hutton was now a thing of the past, as O’Grady remarked gleefully.When Bianca confronted her Masters, pointing out how Rudy had stepped up for Siobhan, they merely smiled indulgently and looked at each other. As if to say, she thought crossly, that Rudolph Delano was cut from some other kind of cloth and would not be falling under the spell of any woman in a long time.“He’s a little wild, is our Rudy,” smirked Liam O’ Grady,” Needs to have more than one pussy…uh, I mean, more than one woman ... to satisfy him. Am I right or am I right, Saint?”He nodded, and his brother looked

Roxanne and Van Dyke stood, making a unique couple. He, with his prematurely greying hair, a big, solid man, built like an ox, his face hard and weathered, the generally grim cast of his face not visible that evening. And glowing with a radiance that came from an inner joy, stood Roxanne, her soft, beautiful features shining with happiness. Gone were those dreadful memories of how she had been ill-treated at the house of her father, by his legally wedded wife; gone were the memories of her hateful half-siblings who had tried everything in their power to make her unhappy.Roxanne was a stronger woman now. Shooting her half-brother, Nico, had not made her a guilt-ridden, bitter person. On the contrary, safe and secure in the love of the giant beside her, she glowed. Van Dyke towered over his beloved, clutching their little daughter, Eve, in his massive arms, a gentleness in his expression as he gazed at his daughter. The little son who had been named after him stood, solemn, already be

For Bianca, the night was just getting better. The Irishman, being mysterious for once, had smiled, his black hair falling onto his forehead as he grinned rakishly, winking.‘We wanted to give you a night to remember, Pet,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, and she stared at him, eyes wide.“We’ve taken a room at Abbot’s Hill,” said St Just, pulling her ot him as the car moved forward smoothly.This time Bianca’s brows shot up.Abbot’s Hill was a sort of newly opened exclusive club, which had Lucien Delano as one of the major shareholders, but it was co-owned by St Just. Bianca had never been there and she felt the first stirrings of excitement.Licking her lips, which had suddenly become dry, she whispered,‘Yes, Sir.”*Now she sat, blindfolded. It left her feeling that everything was blocked, everything except the sound.Her wrists were against cold metal, and she realised she was sitting on a metal chair. In that moment, her imagination was all over the place, wild and frenzied.