Chapter 526. Ramona on the Hunt

He swore but kept sitting in the shadows till dawn, smoking his joints. And he was rewarded when he saw them emerge, at almost dawn.

The Don with his arm around his little wife’s waist, holding her, supporting her as they walked. A posse of bodyguards followed them, keeping their distance discreetly but even in the waning moonlight, he could see the shaky way the woman was walking, the way a woman who had been well laid, moved. He swore and his desire grew.

He wanted to f*ck that woman, he thought crazed with lust as he went inside to snort another line.

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Proserpina

Three days later

I was humming as I re-entered the house, my yoga mat in my hands. I had been out in the secluded part of the garden, doing my exercises. I had an appointment with the doctor that day, later in the afternoon and I needed to ask Beston to arrange for a vehicle and the inevitable troop of guards.

Lucien had just got back from the Club. He was bus