There was something there that I never heard before and couldn’t really place.“If you want to see bare boobs so badly,” she continued, “you ca... see mine.”That remark hit me with a mixture of shock, fear and excitement. I wanted nothing but to see bare boobs for years, but my mother’s boobs were the last I would have thought of. I had always seen mother simply as mother, a certainty in my life, someone who was always there and would always be there, but I had never seen her as a woman. Her. .. 'Chirp, chirp...' Bastards... You got a real name?" "You serious?" "Yeah... I'm always serious, Mrs Vaughn." "Jemima O'Hara." "So you're Italian?" "Fuck you, Mr Santangelo. Call me Jemima." "My grandmother's name was Jemima... It's weird to call you that..." "Then call me Jem." "Like the diamond?" "Yeah, but with a 'J'..." "Jem?" "See? That didn't hurt... Say 'Hello Jem...' Try it." "Hello Jem..." "Chirp, chirp..." The Don choked on his cigar as he exploded with laughter.. His family consists of his father (who is in Dubai and comes here once in 4months), his sexy mom (our heroine), vamsi and his sister.One day I as usual, went to his home and called his name. I waited for 5 mins and again called his name.There is no response. So i decided to move in and check whether he is sleeping or what. So i went in and directly went to his room. He was not there but I heard some water sound from his bathroom. The door was not locked. I thought that it might be vamsi only. Ciarra changed everything. She’s the ultimate example of a fight I can’t win. The oathbinding stops me from running away, deceiving her, or betraying her. Now it gives me what I needed most. Hope. When I swore the oathbinding, it granted understanding of how Ciarra interpreted my oath. I had hope because I felt the complete contempt she had for anyone who misleads someone in an honor bound agreement. That belief had infused her interpretation of my oath.Ciarra wouldn’t deceive me about anything.