Blood And Guts

Killian

I’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