Chapter 87 Enter Martina

Martina Piccolo smirked. She placed a hand, possessively, as though she was staking her ownership over Van dyke as she murmured, leaning up to brush her lips against his, snaking a hand down his chest. The hirsute chest she remembered was well muscled and she felt her body long to have him. She glanced at her shell-shocked looking sister, her bas*ard sister who had obviously done well for herself, thought Martina enviously. The girl looked ravishing and when she had walked in, the first thing Martina had noticed was the way all the men in the room seemed to be looking at Roxanne, their mouths hanging open salaciously.