Jamie collapsed on the chair, with a howl.

“You don’t talk of our Mumma like that, do you hear?” Tara hissed, shaking her sister’s slight shoulders in rage. Louis was beside his twin at once, pulling her off of Jamie.

But one look at his Woman’s face made the Don livid. Lucien Delano’s face was like granite.

“Enough,” he said, his voice cold and low,” Your Mumma is to be addressed with respect. She has gone through hell for you, and all of us so I’ll be damned if you speak of her in that way, is that clear?”

Proserpina walked out, hiding her tears.

Danielle sighed as Grace went...