SeraWhen I finally surfaced from my trance, I made sure to take stock of all my friends.Patrick was slow-dancing with Olivia with a look of disbelief, like he couldn’t believe he was dancing with a beautiful woman who couldn’t stop blushing.Penny and Adrian were a pair, too. Adrian was too shy to keep his hands on her hips even though she kept placing them there.Pepper and Rosemary were dancing as if an Irish jig was playing. Rosemary’s joyous laugh echoed through the ballroom.Dustin had mustered the courage to ask Callie to partner up, and she had happily agreed, but my brother was still too self-conscious to initiate touch. Like Penny with Adrian, Callie had to put Dustin’s hands on her waist and guide him along the dance floor. He flushed redder than a tomato.Meanwhile, Joyce and her husband watched from afar, protective of their daughter even though Dustin was no sort of threat.No person was left out. Killian’s guys paired up with other staff, and even Mom found a fun partn
KillianI would have felt less vulnerable on an open battlefield without armor.One knee on the wet concrete of the back patio, dampness seeping through my expensive slacks, my entire staff gaping, their wide-eyed stares burning holes in my skin—it was all scarier than a shootout on my last leg.Kneeling before the woman who removed my armor in the first place, I knew I wouldn’t want to put it on again. I liked who I had become thanks to Sera. She trimmed the thorns I’d grown over my heart to shield it from both bullets and emotions. Through her defiance and kindness, she found my humanity—and made me want to keep it until the day I died.My mother would be horrified. It didn’t matter if she and Caterina used to be close friends. There was too much bad blood between them, between the Riccis and Bianchis, for Mother to ever come to accept Sera as my wife.My wife. My heart skipped like a schoolboy with a crush. Serafina Ricci. It had a ring to it.She would officially become the new, t
Sera“I love you more than I thought I could ever love someone. You are more than I’ll ever deserve.”I thought men who spoke like that could only be found in romance books. Real-life men were hardly poetic, especially the ones in my vicinity. More often than not, romance was not in their wheelhouse.I never thought I would be so lucky to find the man who did.The Sera from a few months ago—kidnapped and sold like breeding stock, trapped inside a mansion with no help or even a shred of sympathy to be spared, wondering if I was going to live past twenty-two—could never have imagined where the current Sera would be. She was an entirely new person, and for the better. I went from having nothing to everything.But I was only twenty-two. I had my entire life ahead of me. One of freedom to do whatever I wanted. My mother was forced into a marriage this young, and it had turned out to be her ruination. Killian was different. I knew that he would never treat me like my father had treated my m
SeraI woke up because my new ring did some damage.It matched my great-grandmother’s wedding ring, which was a gold set with a stunning round diamond with three smaller ones on either side. The style was simple and classy for a rich mob boss, but it was still a big ol’ real diamond, so it was quite the flex.The engagement ring was more minimal and was shaped to conform around the wedding band’s stones. I couldn’t wait to fit them together. However and whenever the hell Killian got it made so quickly, I was fine not knowing.But it also nicked Killian’s cheek when I flung out my arm to stretch.Killian flinched awake as a bead of blood appeared from the scratch. “What the hell?”I jerked up, running my hand through my hair to push it out of my face, where it immediately got caught in the ring. I yelped in pain when I ripped out a few strands pulling it free. Skull throbbing, I gasped, “I’m so sorry, amore! Are you okay?”Killian sat up, too, not bothering to wipe the blood away so he
KillianTommaso wouldn’t stop bouncing his leg, and it was vibrating through my desk.We were poring over stacks of records, using one of Adrian’s laptops to search for Mattia’s whereabouts, and sorting through Andre’s assets simultaneously. Half of my attention was still on Sera. I hated to leave her, especially when her expression was almost heartbroken. But she had to understand that she and the family’s safety was a priority—at least during work hours.Damn. I should have told her that. But my concentration on this work was disrupted by the faint rattling sound.“Something on your mind, Conti?”Tommaso jerked his head up. “What?”“You’re shaking my desk.”He stopped his leg. “Shit. Sorry. Didn’t realize I was doing that.”“What are you thinking about?” I asked my friend.“Egypt,” Tommaso admitted, tossing a paper on the stack. “I’ve had a lot of leads, but now I’ve hit a dead end.”“Then go,” I urged. “Our biggest threat is dead, the holidays are over, and you’ve fulfilled all
SeraI’d barely talked to Mom while we baked. I’d stared at Olivia when she wasn’t looking.Olivia had given him a nudge, too. Why would she do such a thing?Olivia and Penny had heard my conversation with Mom at the dress shop about mafia wives. She’d thought it her place to tell Killian?The feeling of betrayal after being on such a high of joy was like a crushing weight. Maybe I was stupid to believe it was purely Killian’s idea. The thought of him being directly influenced by my own mother, of all people, or one of my friends made me nauseous. And why would they say anything in the first place? Who were they to play matchmaker?As soon as we’d finished baking, I’d stormed to Killian’s office and demanded answers, but my anger was too much to truly consider them. They made sense, and deep down, I believed him, but I’d been tricked and lied to before by the people closest to me, and that was what it felt like—like my friends betrayed my trust.It was stupid and childish and I loathe
KillianI’d continued to work with Tommaso and Adrian, who came in shortly after Sera stormed out, but my attention was even more divided.My priorities were shifting, and it seemed to happen when I wasn’t looking, because now I couldn’t decide what came first—mafia work or my new fiancée. The former was my lifeblood. I was so deeply rooted in it that I knew nothing else. Maybe that was why the latter was occupying my mind? Because Sera and the life and light she brought was like a taste of the forbidden fruit that showed me that there was a better, less bloody, less violent and lonely world beyond the one I knew?“Killian.”I didn’t hear my guys repeating my name before Tommaso slammed his hand down on my desk. I jerked out of my own thoughts and snapped out of embarrassment, “The fuck?”Tommaso’s look was wry. “Something on your mind, Ricci?”I scowled. “I can’t fucking focus. I’m done for the day. You two can keep combing through or take the rest of the week off.”They were baffled
SeraIf I wasn’t a fan of rodents before, I sure the hell wasn’t now.Mom helped me wash the mouse’s blood off my hand, and Olivia brought me clothes to change into. She knew me well; she chose an oversized sweater and leggings. Killian gave us space as I took my time in the bathroom getting dressed and recomposing myself. My mother hovered, and I couldn’t blame her. If my child was traumatized, I’d hover, too.I didn’t see who took care of the mouse because by the time I came out of the bathroom, it and the pillows were gone, and the bed was completely stripped.“We’ll figure this out,” Killian promised.I opened my mouth to say thank you, but Mom interrupted with a bark. “What is ‘this,’ Killian? Did someone break in and put that there?”The thought crossed my mind and terrified my heart. It had happened before. Briggs’ raid planted a seed of doubt that we were safe here. But most of the men had been gone then. What about the security system? Was it faulty? No, I highly doubted Kill