A Pet for the Mafia Dons のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

BiancaI was driven to a building in another part of town. St Just accompanied me. We spoke very little on the drive. St Just seemed to be preoccupied and kept texting and receiving phone calls. When we turned up at one of the streets in the city which housed all the financial institutions, I stepped out in a daze, unsure about where I was heading. Tall buildings crowded either side of the street, bearing some of the names of the financial giants in the state. I bit my lip nervously as I realized that I was being trusted with something a lot more complex than my Dad’s little old bakery!St Just frowned and said in a curt voice,“Come on in, Bianca.” Now that we had reached, St Just sounded impatient, quite unlike my kind lover. I turned around, more than a little nervous.*He strode to the doors and I trotted after him valiantly, trying to keep in step but his larger strides made me positively run and I was breathless when we reached the elevators.I had a blurred image of the rece

Bianca hurried behind the big bouncer who led her to a car that was parked on the sidewalk, away from eh building. It was totally inconspicuous amongst other models which were similar to it and she hesitated a second. The tinted glasses hid the person who was inside the vehicle from her eyes but she felt a warmth spread through her.It was Liam O’Grady, she knew it instinctively. And when the big dark man called Davis stepped to the door and opened it for her, she slid onto the seat and turned her flushed face to the man she loved, her lovely open face revealing her heart’s secret..*His question took her totally by surprise.“Who’s he?’ barked O’Grady and she shrank back. He looked thunderous.“Who’s who?” she said in a small voice The door had shut noiselessly behind her, the glass partition separating the front seat from those at the back was raised and she knew that no one could hear them now.Or see them any longer.She bit her lip, eyes widening in alarm.*The knowledge that

I looked around myself when St Just stepped out to make a call.It was a small, cosy apartment and the person who had probably decorated it had had good taste, I reflected , studying the pale walls. Or had it been done to accommodate the latest woman in the life of my Masters? I’d never know and I shrugged in determination. No way was I going to weep and sob.O’Grady had made fierce love to me in the car and after a long day at the office, which was something I had done after a long time, I was tired and hungry. To my astonishment, my clothes and all my possessions had already been brought here and arranged neatly in the little wardrobe in the small bedroom. Sighing I pulled out a comfortable pair of harem pants in pink and a large T shirt to change into before heading to take a shower. I sighed as I soaped myself. I had been able to smell the fragrance of O’Grady on my body , could see the mark on my breast where he had sunk his teeth into me and I squeezed my eyes shut.The muscl

Dean Nelson watched from his tinted windows as Bianca Gomez drove away breezily. He had found out where she was staying and he intended to get into the apartment and familiarise himself with it better.Something like a welcome gift when she returned from wherever she had zoomed off to, with that lumbering giant in her wake…He had turned up a little late and had not seen St Just get into the vehicle and leave.*Bianca breezed into the parking area for the people working in the building a short while later. A couple of people noticed her car and commented on it. She made sure to say that she had left it at a friend's the previous day. Bianca Cruz was nothing if not resourceful. She had no intention of getting caught in the crossfire if someone were to discover how she was related to the Masters.But even as she sat down to work, she sighed as she thought, suddenly, of O’Grady, his bulk and his fierceness and she blushed as she recalled how he had made her feel that day in the car.She

Liam O’Grady had met all kinds of women; those who fell all over him, those who kept sending him flirtatious looks, coy and winsome, to show their interest. But his woman before him, no this nineteen going on twenty young lass, she was in a league of her own. He bristled, his fists clenching as he sought to rein in his temper. She had the audacity to be sassy, to give him lip, when he had all but left all his work, his business, to go scouting for that dirty bast*rd, Dean Nelson?He glared at her pugnaciously, his lower jaw hard. And then, as his gaze swept her frame, he felt his member harden. The little wi*ch was wearing a man’s shirt, one of Saint’s, if he was not mistaken. A white shirt with nothing underneath, and from the looks of her tousled hair, she had been wearing it as a f*cking night shirt! * Jealousy, pure and evil gripped him. Was she missing his brother to such an extent that she wore one of his shirts to bed ???With a coarse oath that made Bianca’s ears ring, he step