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
KillianDespite my decades of experience, the dozens of connections I’d made, and the roster of people I had firsthand knowledge of, I knew very little of Andre Bianchi’s righthand man, Mattia Greco.“I’ll tell you more about him later,” Caterina promised darkly before I left the kitchen.I still felt Sera’s stare burning into my back as I walked the perimeter of the massive property. Half an inch of snow covered the ground. Our boots crunched through it as we turned over every stone, checked every crevice, and scanned every inch of the landscape.While Adrian was busy with security and Patrick was bodyguarding the girls, the rest of my guys, including Tommaso, Alonzo, and Reggie fanned out to cover more ground, focusing on searching for footprints left in the snow. Pleasantly surprising, Sera’s brother Dustin had offered his help, and he was now combing through the line of half-bare hedges along the tall wall Sera once tried to climb over to escape.I hadn’t seen it firsthand, but Mi
SeraWhile Killian and the guys scoured the grounds, Patrick guarded the girls and me at the mall. Penny clutched baby Michael tight. It was clear she wasn’t going to let him out of her sight if there was any kind of threat now, no matter who tried to convince her everyone was safe. And even though Patrick had a gun on him and was more than capable against any attacker, I still felt the need to look over my shoulder, feeling like I was being watched.If it was Mattia who put that mouse under my pillow, it only raised a dozen questions. How did he get into the mansion if there’s no security footage? Did he somehow find a blind spot in the cameras? How did he know which room was mine—or did he know at all? What if it was just pure coincidence? My gut instinct said no.Why would my father’s right hand target me? Did he know I was important to Killian, and Mattia wanted to avenge Andre’s death with revenge?I stopped the horrible thought in its tracks and banished it.The whole trip, incl
Killian“Found something!” Tommaso had called.The search party ran to where Tommaso pointed at the ground. It had been snowing on and off for a while, but they were there.Footprints.Someone did break into the house.I walked in a slow circle to scan the area. We were near the backyard, the wall only a dozen feet away. There were footprints there, too. I knew none of my men had been in this area until now, and they weren’t Tommaso’s footprints. I gestured for the guys to follow me to it.“Dustin, get on my shoulders. We need to see over the wall if there was a way for the intruder to climb up to get over.”Though he looked unsure, Dustin obeyed. With Tommaso’s help, he climbed up to stand on my shoulders and pulled himself up a bit. He was able to peer over the wall that was at least a foot thick.He gasped. “There’s a fallen tree!”Fuck.I set Dustin down and began barking orders. “Reggie, you go check it out. Alonzo, call Adrian and tell him to check the cameras on the eastern sec
SeraAfter my mother’s foreboding warnings and giving me a little more backstory on Mattia, who seemed like an entirely different person than I remembered, we did little fashion shows for each other with the new clothes we bought. Then she had to excuse herself to run an errand.“An errand?” I repeated in confusion.Mom laughed wryly. “What, I can’t have things to do around this place?”“Well, no—I mean, you can, but I just didn’t know…” I cut my embarrassed rambling off before I dug myself into a hole. “It’s just, I don’t want to be alone.”“Oh, sweetheart.” Mom hugged me fiercely. “I’ll still be around. Call for me whenever you need me. But there’s something I need to take care of. Why don’t we watch a movie with your brother when I’m done?”I brightened. “Okay. That sounds nice. Speaking of, have you seen him lately?”Sounding a little less happy, she said, “I saw him sneak out with the men. He wants to be involved in the search. I told him it’s too dangerous, and he said that he l
KillianThe day had been long and hard to get through, but when Sera slipped out of her pajamas, it didn’t take long to get hard in a different way.After trudging through the snow for a potential killer, after finding dead end after dead end, seeing, Sera’s face—her shining eyes, her smiling mouth, joy filling her every pore—was all I needed to melt away every stress.She was alive and warm and mine.I stripped off my clothes as Sera stepped into the shower and turned on the faucet. Steam from the warm water fogged up the glass, blocking my view of her perfect body.I stepped into the shower. I didn’t have time to react to Sera’s giddy laugh before the water stream turned ice cold.“Shit!” I snapped, stepping back just as Sera turned the water warm again. She was on the other side of the stream, biting her lip to stop from laughing. Something was making her mischievous. Instead of being mad at the playfulness, I played along. “You’ll pay for that, amore.”Like a switch flipped, Sera’
SeraI almost burst out laughing, but at the same time, I was a little hurt by the panic in Killian’s voice when the possibility of getting pregnant crossed his mind.“It’s been a while since we used one,” I reminded him softly, stroking the wet hair off his forehead to calm him. “I’m on birth control.”Totally oblivious to the girl world, Killian blinked. “What kind?”“The pill.”“Why didn’t you mention it before?” he asked me.I shrugged. “I thought you knew. I take my pill every night.” He had a doctor on staff. It hadn’t been hard to get a prescription.I kissed him deeply, feeling Killian harden inside me. Pleasurable warmth flooded my muscles and nerves. He started to grind his hips. Another round was more than welcome, but not on this uncomfortable ledge. “Bed,” I suggested in a murmur.“As you wish.”Sopping wet and clinging to him like a koala around a bamboo shoot, Killian carried me out of the shower, where he set me down to dry us off. Once we were dry, we headed to the be
KillianA few days later, Sera somehow convinced me to do mobster work in her favorite parlor while Caterina and her friends looked through wedding catalogues. It was difficult to focus on dividing territory with Andre’s records finally organized with all the giggling, but it made Sera happy, and I couldn’t refuse her. Tommaso happened to walk by when she asked me to help her choose linen colors—demanded, more like—and he threw his head back with laughter.“The Hand of Death being ordered around by a little girl. I never thought I’d see the day.”“Keep mocking me,” I growled without malice, “and you won’t see the rest of it.”“We have another training session tomorrow, don’t we?” Sera called to him.Tommaso sketched a bow. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, my lady.”Currently, the women were all sitting on the floor with catalogues scattered between them. Penelope was gushing over the collection of wedding dresses as she bounced baby Michael on her leg. Caterina watched them as if te
PaigeI stood in the vestibule outside of the chapel, clutching my flowers, my heart hammering in my chest. Organ music belted through the doors, and I was just waiting for my cue.We all were. My two bridesmaids, in simple maroon dresses, stood ahead of me. Like she could feel my eyes, Lauren turned back and winked. I smiled. The dress looked spectacular on her, and I’d promised up and down that Tom would invite enough handsome men for her to go home with a date. This, of course, had been complicated by Tom choosing Killian and Stan as his two groomsmen. While I liked the older man, and he kept Lauren laughing, I didn’t exactly see the two of them as a couple.Mom stepped up next to me with a smile. Her mother-of-the-bride dress, a deep burgundy gown with gold accents, caught the light and sent it dancing. “Are you excited?”I inhaled sharply. “I kind of can’t stop thinking about the seating chart for the reception. Who have I become?”She laughed. “Your father.”Tears beaded in my e
KillianI sat behind my desk and looked out over my men. Tommaso took his usual seat. Adrian hovered in the corner like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself yet, just like he had at the beginning. Patrick was still laughing about spilling his wine. Just like old times. I stood and started pouring everyone drinks.“So,” I said, “do you have an update on the warehouses, Adrian?”He started toward my desk, then paused. An odd moment passed. It wasn’t really my desk anymore. I’d left the hunk of wood behind because I had no need for it on the island, and he’d loaded it down with computers in my absence. Despite that, I’d never seen anyone sit behind it but my father besides me.I offered Adrian a drink. “Sit.”He nodded. “Didn’t want to step on your toes. The situation is pretty simple, all told, but I can tell there’s a certain amount of grace I’m supposed to be handling this foreman with, and I don’t—”Tommaso joined me at the bar to pour. “Do you remember that foreman in the so
PaigeI tucked my arm through Tom’s and straightened my long, floral romper. He kissed me on the cheek, then knocked on the door. Joyce swung it open.“Hello!” She welcomed us both in with hugs. “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci are in the drawing room. Please, come in.”We let ourselves be bustled through the door, the wine we’d brought carried off to the kitchen, and our coats taken to some closet somewhere in the mansion. Adrian used it as a base of operations when Killian and Sera weren’t home, so I’d been here a few times since the wedding, but I’d never felt comfortable here. Finally, we were led to the closed doors of the drawing room, and Tom opened them with a smile.Inside, we found not only “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci,” but also Olivia and Patrick, Adrian and Penny—who still wouldn’t even talk about their dance at the wedding—and Sera’s mother and brother, as well as Lauren. Sera leapt up to greet us, and Killian followed a few paces behind. I threw myself into the hug just as much as Sera did—I
SeraI folded a T-shirt and put it into Killian’s suitcase. “Are you sure we need to leave so soon?”He chuckled and took the T-shirt back out, then replaced it with a suit shirt. “Very, unfortunately. Adrian is in the middle of a difficult situation with one of the warehouses, and he needs a steady hand to guide him through.”My stomach churned at the thought of leaving the villa. We’d only been here for a couple of months, and we’d promised everyone we’d return, but dammit, I wasn’t ready yet. Lazing around the villa and having sex whenever the mood took us was way too fun to stop after only a few months.“But we’ll be back soon, right?” I asked like I didn’t already know.“Cara mia.” Killian took my hands. “What is happening in that head of yours?”I sighed. “I don’t know. The thought of leaving just make me kind of sick. We just got away from all that. I don’t want to be scared again.”He studied me for a long moment. “You do look a little pale. How sick is this making you exactly
PaigeI squeezed Tom’s hand in the car on the way to the airport.“Sad to be leaving?” he asked.I smiled. “Always. It’s so magical here.”He laughed. “Not just saying that because we’ve spent most of the vacation in bed?”I ran my free hand up his leg. “No, we have weekends for that at home.”“Fair enough.” He kissed the back of my hand. “I do like going on these little vacations, though. It’s a nice escape for a few days.”I nodded. I really was going to miss Paris, but I wouldn’t have wanted to stay much longer anyway. Lauren had been texting me updates about the shelter, especially the new one as women settled in. I kept thinking about how much I was missing, how much they needed me there. And I knew Tom was feeling the same. Apparently, Lyle had his sights set on someone new, and Tom was itching to pull the trigger. Anybody else would probably think we were freaks, desperate to leave a luxury vacation to get back to our grueling jobs. But those people didn’t realize just how much
TommasoWhen I told Paige I’d set everything up for another two days in Paris, she’d immediately insisted we spend a day shopping. I put up a cursory front of complaints, but in truth, I was perfectly happy following her from store to store and carrying her bags. Even better, she loved it when I made jokes about some of the worst, frilliest, most French things we came across. She laughed and joined in. For years, I’d heard men complaining about shopping with their girlfriends—fiancées—saying it was the most boring thing in the world, but even if we weren’t laughing up a storm as we paid our way through the most expensive boutiques in Paris, I still would’ve been having a ball. The sun was shining, she kept looking at the ring I’d put on her finger with a soft wonderment I’d never seen in her eyes anymore, and my face hurt from smiling. Paige and I could’ve made a hell of an afternoon out of reading the phone book.“Stop!” she said.I froze, my free hand twitching toward the gun I’d hi
PaigeI didn’t know how long Tom and I lay there, listening to the fireworks and seeing the very top of their arcs through the sliver of windows accessible from the floor. I pillowed my head on his chest and enjoyed the steady beat of his heart. Engaged. The last time I was here, I’d been on the cusp of recovery, just starting to make strides toward the person I was today. Now, I wasn’t done—I didn’t know if there was a done for traumatized people or people in general—but I was so much better, stronger, happier than I had been.The last time Tom and I were in Paris, I’d thrown myself at him and chickened out. As much as I could stay at a private view of the Eiffel Tower, I wanted to show him just how much had changed. Just how much I meant the “yes” that had fallen so easily from my lips. I rolled on top of him.“What do you say we take this back to that hotel room you picked out?”Tom grinned and pulled me down for a kiss. I pressed myself against him, feeling every line of his body.
PaigeI sat across from Tom in an empty, stunning restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower with my head spinning like the three sips of wine I’d had with the appetizer were enough to make me drunk. He’d really rented out the Eiffel Tower. And not one floor, the whole thing. We’d ridden an empty elevator, the two-Michelin-star chef kept coming out to tell us why he’d selected particular dishes based on the information Tom had given him about our preferences, and I couldn’t hear anything but the soft classical music over the speakers. It felt like a dream.Tom took my hand. “So?”“So what?” I asked.“Was the surprise worth it?” He grinned.I looked over his suit, a forest green that brought out his eyes, worn without a tie. His dark curls tumbled into his face. I’d never seen him look so perfectly put together and so casual. He looked…well, he looked exactly like the man I’d fallen in love with. Nothing like the one who’d scared me so badly all those months ago in Cairo.“I get the
TommasoDespite how much I wanted Paige to keep that little black dress on, we had a few hours before the Tower officially emptied out for our use. I talked her into putting on something a little more walkable and keeping the lingerie on. As if to punish me for my restraint, she picked a pair of tiny, wide-legged shorts that showed the tops of the garters attached to her stockings every time she moved and a fitted blouse. I changed and somehow convinced myself to leave the hotel room instead of stripping everything off her and spending the hours in bed.She took my hand as we stepped into the lobby. “I should’ve known. When you plan a surprise, it’s never just one thing. Where are we off to first?”“So nosy.” I smiled.“You’re right, I’ll stop asking.” She slid the room key out of her pocket and fiddled with it for a second, then dropped it. With a small smile, she bent at the waist to pick it up, exposing those garter straps again.I grabbed her waist and hurried her the final few st