Chapter 197 Tatjana; Caught Red Handed!

• The Mafia Don was flexing his fingers, torn between the desire to strangle the young woman with the bleeding nose and outraged look in her eyes, and to cuddle his Woman, head back to a hospital, to make sure Proserpina was alright. His massive shoulders, the muscles bunched as she struggled to control his more violent tendencies, made Proserpina want to hold him, to feel his arms around her. To stop the train of thought, of regret, in her Master’s head.
• Claude took one look at his Mumma and shook his large, blonde head as he ran to her, drawing her in his big arms, uncaring of his father moving menacingly towards the near-nude blonde who was getting to her feet shakily. All the while, she was shrieking vulgar curses, her hair tangled, her face covered in blood.
• All her ire seemed to be directed at poor Proserpina, who nevertheless stood as tall as she could, holding her breath, trying to ignore the pain in her body from the fall.