p
in a hurry, and I was still putting the finishing touches on dinn
y calculating if the flour I had kneaded would be enough to make sufficient numbers of Indian bread f
I calculated that their room on the
oom and stopped sho
Beston was also in the room, as was another man, a black man with a shaven head and
guests. I was in my faded jeans a
ed me over, pulling me into his
est, he said in a low growl, vib
is is my s
ladness on my fa
st for a minute, I had seen a look on her f
e any traces of Gaston in her
asal twang, as she said,
et anymore. You
of Gaston's arms, holdin
ion, her eyes narrowing fractionally and no
pril, Gast
to the man standing a
e. Tossing back her thin, lank blo
k-skinned, with a shaven head and a goatee, muscular but nowhere near as compelling in appearance as my Mafia Don. But in a rather coarse way, the man was attracti
th emotion, and I moved to him. But Bree gathered him in her arms, hugging him before I
's arm and she went on, casting a sly look
dering why Stan is y
in a slight frown. I had not really noticed the age gap, but she seemed
rms and went on, resting her head on hi
ife, yeah. But
ng his thick neck, she kissed him
brother was here. We had been
he draped herself over Lu
ome. I have found my fles
y, uneasiness sha
derlying threa
ut his eyes glowed with a pleasure I had not seen before. My heart swelled for him and I moved t
ppy for yo
raped her. The girl, Bet, had been just a minor, and Gaston had come out of juvenile jail years later to find that his sister ha
his gunmetal gre
moving to
, a ripple of disquiet went through me. She had a cold, angry lo
n?' she said, in a thinly
? Your pet? Or are yo
her look, one of contempt, made me squirm
wife. She i
ng a false smile on her face, sh
weren't you, Big Brother? And you had so many glamorous women all over you, actr
g forward to being shared, right? O
ight, but I fel
good enough for Gaston because I did no
ut Gaston's fa
FE. I don't
ent in his voice and the way he
sed my hea and siad,
But she is the only Woman for me. The only one I ha
pled
love
d as Stan made
on her face, Bree flickere
, I was a sex slave for
Gaston, and he
stroking her hair gently. I stiffened. Something a
emed s
stand why Gaston coul