A Pet for the Mafia Dons

ed his brother

took his lead from Liam, who was alw

had inherited his mother's coloring. His eyes, the golden orbs that drove women mad, were only one feature that set him apart

e energy found an outlet in fighting; underground fight clubs were his 'scene' as he told Fi

n of anger around him constantly. His aggressiveness was unleashed upon the hapless submissive who he and his brother chose but eve

had run through most of t

en of O'Grady but he had the undying loyalty of h

, the brothers had a

ife, that they were Doms, alpha males w

only meant that they

ng thei

ad long ago discovered that they enjoyed hav

s, had fitted the bill nicely but she had begun to grow needy

turned, his blue eyes s

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ng in the cold as it whips around my legs. My jeans, my best pair,

like one. Mise

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he doorman, who gives me a quick up and down look, lets me in, his fa

see Mr St Just?

I meet his eyes, pushing my damp tend

tching my old umbrella and blurt the

.Mr St

sa

but he lets me in. proba

gh his mind as I step into the wood

led teenager, with her wet hair and old, pitifully poor

re there are other dripping umbrellas. Then I march to the rec

hair and perfect features with sparkling blue eyes, that keeps me going. And of course, the look on

he stepped to me, his beer-laden brea

r your sisters and you are going to be on the

donkey braying, said my four-year-old