Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I knew I could not bring the children into the world on my own. My strength was weakening. I could barely move, and pushing forcefully was totally out of the question.

Moaning, I shook my head, begging for mercy from a Power that seemed to be deaf to my pleas.

The man, I guessed he was a doctor or someone close to that; he spoke to me gently, urging me to push.

I shook my head tiredly, barely able to keep my eyes open.

“Just let me die,’ I whispered, my lips dry and cracking. The man gently wetted my lips with a cloth and I gasped.

“Please, kill me. I do not think I can…” I moaned loudly as another spasm tore through me and I floated away into a world of darkness.

I dreamt Lucien was beside me, we were in our bed, the bed I could only dream of. My older children were with me…Claude as well.

I tried to smile, tried to speak to them but the words would not form themselves in my mind.

I was too far gone.

***

Lucien

He sat at the window of the aircraft, staring outside. The waitress had approached him with drinks but he had dismissed her with a scowl. He wanted to be fully alert when he reached his wife.

Aiyana had had no newer inputs. That was worrying as well.

Abruptly, he rose and entered the cockpit. The pilot looked at him, startled and then nervous. They could see the gun in his holster as he stood, a large hand on his waist.

Schwartz came up behind him, he said quietly.

‘Mate, you are scaring them. Why don’t you sit down?’

Lucien turned and, pushing past him roughly, he went back. He walked into the tiny washroom and slammed the door. Standing there, his large hands gripping the side of the basin, he stared at himself in the mirror. He remembered the time he had f*cked Proserpina, in a similar washroom on his large aircraft.

He bowed his head, wishing he could cry.

He wanted her with him, back in his life, safe and sound. Her laugh, the dimples smile, her generous nature and welcoming body…F*ck. he wanted her with him.

Before leaving the house, he had spoken to his children, although it was barely dawn.

“Beston’s men will be here, pumpkin,’ he said as Ria enfolded him in a hug.

She smelled of sleep and lotion, something similar to her mother’s strawberry body lotion and he felt his chest constrict.

“When I come back,’ he said, his arms around Piers, Ria leaning into him, “I will bring Mumma with me.’

Ria’s eyes were overflowing. Piers blinked, trying hard not to cry.

“Yes, Sir.’ He said softly and then, Lucien had left, the large cars driving off into the night.

He had promised his children; he thought wearily, he would keep his word. If he could not bring her back, he would not return either; but one thing was certain. He would kill the bast*rds who had bought her.

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Don Ricci, the father in law of Tristan Lord, was in a fit. He had had to attend a top level meeting of the mob he worked with.

They had expressed reservations regarding him and his style of operating. Young blood infiltrated in the old order, he thought in disgust. They wanted to shunt him out now, after all these years of dedication.

One after the other, things were happening around him and he was on the edge of giving up and going crazy. His operations in the city, all, all of them, had been destroyed. Yes, Lucien Delano was responsible for the major part of the damage. The Boss had got wind of his secret dealings with Dmitri Rudenko and had come after him with a vengeance..

But who had snitched? Who had had the temerity to inform him? He needed to find out.

He had to return to LA for that.

His wife’s sister, Maria had returned to Sicily. She had been curt in her call to him.

“I cannot live with your daughter Zita anymore.’ she had said, her proud voice breaking. ‘She does not need me.’

He had been taken aback. The woman had been like a rock, staying with his daughter all these years. She had stuck on through all the difficult times. What had happened to her?

Then, he found the photographs hated his son in law had sent him.

His daughter Zita, the wh*re, with a young boy, old enough to be her son?

She had been captured in various compromising, even sickening poses.

Tristan Lord ‘s note accompanying the incriminating photographs was terse.

“I refuse to have a child with a wife who beds the servants.’

The Condor had been furious he would be a laughing stock if any of his relatives or colleagues found out about Zita’s affair. He also knew that Tristan Lord would not hesitate to use the information if he wished. Don Ricci had no illusions about his son in law.

And that was when the manager of the bank at the Cayman isles had called him.

It had been a discreet call from a manager who was worried about his client.

But it had sent the Condor’s blood shooting up.

Someone had shifted billions of dollars from his account? Someone had dared to steal from his account? But who knew…?

His suspicions growing, the old mobster decided to rush back to LA.

***

The flight landed in the dark, the aircraft swooping down near silently in the desert.

The men slunk out, alert and prepared their weapons cocked and ready at their sides. Aiyana slid out, ready, watchful. Danielle, as brazen as ever, leapt down and swore softly as she landed on her knee. Schwartz, his sniper training kicking in, stepped down, calm and hard-faced now. But it was Lucien who emerged, looking like a man who would kill anyone in his way.

There was a dangerous ferocity in his face now and even his man stayed out of his way.

“Boss,’ cautioned Schwartz, laying a warning hand on his shoulder. With his three day growth of designer stubble, Schwartz still looked as debonair as ever, dressed in camouflage like the others, his blonde hair ruffled but as heartbreakingly handsome as ever.

***

Aiyana gave a signal. Her lean, fit figure was in figure-hugging black, a suit that made her seem more exotic and unreadable than ever.

The group came to a halt at her signal. She had managed to establish contact with her source in the house and she whispered,

‘There’s some confusion happening there right now.’

Lucien was breathing heavily, his heart pounding. He could only picture his beautiful woman.

‘What is it?’ he rasped.