Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

There were glitches and then some. Nothing seemed to be going on the way he wanted it to. He scowled and swore at the men who were overseeing the final touches on the cage. He wanted it to be just so; enabling the audience a good view of the action, no matter where they were seated. The giant screens erected on the walls were also not functioning well. Some circuit trouble, stammered the electrical crew foreman, sweating profusely although the huge hall in the basement had the air conditioning working well. he avoided meeting the eyes of the Boss who looked angry enough to throttle him.

All the men there were afraid of Lucien Delano. They were all familiar with his reputation; he was like a dangerous lion, prowling around, roaring and creating fear in the men who were working.

Even though he was dressed like a gentleman, they knew he was an uncivilised thug when it came to things going wrong.

Every man in the room wanted to leave the hall alive, not in a body bag.

*

Danielle marched in her small mouth a red line on her hard face. Lucien scowled. He did not approve of her striding in here. her job was to monitor things upstairs. What was she doing here?

But having worked with him for a long, long time, Danielle refused to be intimidated. Ignoring his look of annoyance, she stalked up to him, her chin jutting out.

She scowled at him and he glared back.

“Boss, Proserpina has been trying to call you.’ She snapped, unmoved by his irritated look.

A twinge of guilt shot through the burly man. His wife, the one woman he prized above all else. She was being patient, not troubling him with countless phone calls. he knew she was waiting for him and he wanted to get back home, to be with his family.

But, he thought and he ran an exasperated hand over his jaw.

“I shall call her in a while.’ He growled angrily, furious at the men who had done such poor work.

They were the reason he had had to stay here. Yes, he had been working out like a maniac, in the gym all these days but he longed to be with his wife and children.

He pulled out his phone and frowned. Yes, she had been calling him, several times. But he knew that he wanted to get away and listen to her voice in peace; not surrounded by these men when he would be barking at them in between. He longed to hold her in his arms, to inhale the vanilla fragrance of her hair, to feel her growing belly, to plunge into her warm welcoming wet sex…

He scowled as he realised that he was already getting a hard-on, simply by thinking of her.

This evening, he vowed, this evening, he would be with her and make love to her…

*

Danielle marched out. She had to oversee the menu of nibbles they were going to serve on the day of the Fight.

Nibbles, she thought rudely.

Expensive sh*t, more appropriately.

Catering to the blo*dthirsty bast*rds.

Danielle’s lips twisted derisively.

*

When she stepped out from the elevator onto the first floor, she noticed the redhead, Sophie. A sliver of unease shot through her. What was the girl doing here? It was early evening yet, according to the standards of the Club. Sophie was notorious when it came to punctuality, always running late, and never on time. Yet today, she was on time, dressed to the nines, standing around in the lobby

Danielle strode to her swiftly and snapped,

‘What are you doing here so early?’ The girl reddened and mumbled something before slinking away.

A feeling of unease lingered in Danielle’s mind as she strode away.

I need to tell the Boss to get rid of her, thought Danielle as she entered the kitchen. But soon, she was barking out orders and forgot the matter.

*

Aiyana

Schwartz had not replied to her messages and Aiyana was getting worried. She almost never lost her cool but this time, she felt that something major was about to happen. She did not want to be sitting around, to regret not having done anything. It was now a day since she had listened to Jose’s alarming phone recording.

Swinging her legs to the floor, she changed into a no-nonsense trouser suit, making sure she was armed. It was not the kind of attire a woman wore to a gentlemen’s club and an elite one like Delano’s but she did not care.

She headed for the door.

It was time she went to the Club herself and met Lucien Delano, not a meeting she was anticipating but it was inevitable. She had seen enough collateral damage when she was in the FBI. Hell, she had had it happen to her own husband, she thought bitterly as she braided her hair.

She would not stand by and watch an innocent woman and a pregnant one at that get caught in the crossfire.

A determined look on her face, she got into her car and drove towards the city.

*

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She had received the instructions from Worthington. They were about to teach the Delano bi*ch a lesson she would never forget, he had cackled and Sophie had laughed lightly, trying not to think of how Proserpina had helped her on numerous occasions.

Getting to the Club as she had been told to do, she waited in the lobby, knowing that Proserpina was due to arrive any time now.

But then, that silver haired bi*ch, Danielle Eton had spotted her and had immediately yelled at her.

She had been in the lobby and the horrid woman had yelled at her before the guests who were beginning to trickle in.

Quite a few patrons glanced her way curiously and Sophie felt her face flame . But she had meekly walked away. Only to wait it out till Danielle had stormed away. She would wait here till Proserpina arrived, that had been what Worthington had told her to do.

*

And sure enough, there she was, alighting from the car, beaming at the bouncers like they were family.

She was a flirt, thought Sophie angrily, pinning a big smile on her face and moving forward to intercept Proserpina.