Chapter 735

• Aiyana sat in the room at the Delano mansion. She was in a well-tailored grey suit, with a high-necked white blouse. Her knee-length skirt which was not tight, and polished oxfords, completed her look. A simple pendant, one she had been gifted by her late husband, was her only piece of jewellery. Her black hair was tied back in a firm ponytail, and she looked her part, like a businesswoman. The fact that she was still pining over Schwartz, the burden of guilt having made her agree to this, was not evident on her clear face with the slightly aquiline, black eyes and high cheekbones.
• James Schwartz had been at the door to welcome her, ever the gentleman, she thought sadly. That had been one of his mannerisms which had endeared the Underboss to her, his chivalry. But to her deep disappointment, apart from an air kiss, he had barely looked at her once they were seated in the Mafia Don’s spacious, warm study, which smelled of expensive cologne and whiskey.
• Now she looked around as Lucien Delano came in, barrel-chested and bristling with the animal magnetism that radiated off him from miles away. The deep grey Italian suit he was wearing gave him a polished look but there was no mistaking the beast that was barely hidden beneath the fine clothing. His suit was easily cashmere and must have cost the earth, for Aiyana knew that it was his Woman who chose his clothes for him, selected carefully from the most reputed international tailoring houses.