Chapter 340 Matters Heating Up

• The Mafia Don had taken to watching them as his son and his Woman walked, arm in arm, in the corridors, Proserpina’s dark head looking up into the blonde one of her son Piers, her eyes dancing sometimes. She did the same with Rudy as well, and the Don had heard them laughing at something Rudy had said. Proserpina, laughing in abandon, throwing her head back, revealing her long, slender throat, as her eyes squeezed shut with mirth.
• Lucien Delano stood away in the shadows, knowing he would not be welcome.
• The outcast, he thought bitterly.