Chapter 21 The Preparations I

• Liam O’Grady woke up with a stiff shaft.
• And he knew he had been dreaming about a beautiful, olive-skinned virgin, her eyes like molten chocolate, her hair, all those deep chestnut waves, spread out across his bed, as she lay, her full breasts peaking. She had been staring at him, her plump lips parted and he had wanted to decide whether he was going to f*ck her wet pus*y, or her lovely mouth when his phone trilled loudly at his ear.
• Swearing loudly, like a trooper, the Mafia Don sat up.