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SeraLying on my back, staring up at the ceiling, I pictured what Killian and the others were doing a few floors below me in the basement. A smile threatened to curl the corners of my mouth. I wasn’t proud of that. I didn’t like the notion that knowing a man was being beaten to death could make me happy.But this was different. Francesco had always been a prick to me. He’d tried to kidnap me, after all.And then there was the way he’d treated Killian. No one stabbed their boss in the back and lived to tell about it. No one.I’d changed. That was shockingly clear. But I was still pissed that Killian had used Delaney as a decoy. I needed to have a conversation with him about that. If he’d wanted to put someone in danger, it should’ve been me, not her. She had nothing to do with any of this.Early morning sunlight drifted through the hallways as I lay there letting my mind wander. I wasn’t able to sleep despite how fatigued I was. I had training with Tommaso in twenty minutes, if he even
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KillianThe blood around Francesco’s lips was already starting to dry. As he spoke, it cracked and flaked off. If he wasn’t telling me the truth he’d be bleeding again soon.Pondering the information he’d just disclosed to me, I rolled it over in my mind. If what he was saying was true, I had an opportunity to make Sera very happy.I studied him. “You’re certain?”“I’m not lying to you.” His eyes never wavered from mine. Lately, whenever Francesco spoke to me, he had always been doing something else so he didn’t have to meet my gaze. Until today. Now, his broken body language told me he was telling me the truth.But it didn’t make any sense. “Why would Andre be so careless with that sort of information that it would leak through to you?”“He doesn’t know that I know.” Francesco’s voice was so hoarse, I could barely understand him. His jaw and right cheek were swollen and deformed, his splintered flesh a deep shade of red. “Everyone who knows ends up dead except one person who managed
Taken by the Mafia King Marble In Ruins
SeraCold air cut through the blood coating my hands as I dropped the knife I held and backed away from my father’s body. The plastic-lined room was stained crimson, the coppery tang of blood stinging my nose as I blinked to clear my vision.A dream. Just another dream. Right?“You little bitch,” Giuliana Ricci laughed from the chair she was now tied to, her frail form replacing my father’s limp body. “You think killing me is enough to get rid of me? Whose house do you think this is?”She lunged toward me, the ropes around her wrists dissolving into dust as the room shifted and swirled. I flinched, blinking into pale gray light, and felt the weight of baby Michael in my arms as I watched a priest preside over Mikey’s funeral.“Wake up,” I begged myself. “Please, wake up!”The weight in my arms disappeared, replaced by a heavy sense of nothingness. I looked around at the shadowy figures who’d replaced the family and friends gathered for Mikey’s funeral. Red roses were scattered at my f
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SeraKillian pressed me hard against the mattress and shoved my knees apart. The kiss turned desperate, just like every touch he traced over my skin while bunching the silk slip I’d put on after my shower over my waist.I gasped his name as he pressed into me without restraint. I gripped his shirt, raising my hips to meet his as he thrust with abandon.“You think I only want you to further my agenda, mia cara?” he growled into my neck, still fisting my hair as he fucked me. “Do you really believe I’d put you in danger just to get what I want?”“Killian,” I whimpered, trying in vain to unbutton his shirt. I gave up, ripping at the buttons until the popped open and pinged against the headboard, my hands grazing over his chest.“Tell me, Sera, what would you do if I gave you up? If I’d made you be the one to draw Francesco out of hiding?” He pressed into me, dragging out slow so I moaned and clawed his skin with my fingernails. His lips brushed over my neck, and he smiled wickedly as he
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KillianI couldn’t make Sera understand the gravity of the situation. There were no secrets I could spill to her that would change the outcome of our fates. No, those were sealed. And the dream she described were similar to the dreams I’d had since the night I’d torn her from under Gabriele De Luca’s dead body and brought her here.But I hadn’t ever been the one in the coffin. No, it was always her.And every night I replayed the scene in my dreams trying to find a way to stop what I believed was inevitable. In the beginning, I knew better. I knew not to let myself get tangled up in Seraphina. Now, I found myself wandering my house in the middle of the night, again, unable to sleep because of something she’d said or done.Sera had a way of ripping me to shreds. She was right. She was always right. Everything I did was to further my agenda, to stretch my empire and put my enemies in shallow graves.But I couldn’t tell her why, because that nagging ache in my chest every time I looked a
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SeraSunlight burned my eyes as I rolled over onto my side to stare out the window and the icy landscape beyond.I’d slept like the dead after Killian and I fought. The buttons of his shirt still littered my sheets. I picked one up and rolled it between my fingers, feeling like an idiot. A big, stupid idiot.I didn’t know how to be what Killian needed me to be. We brought out the worst in each other in a lot of ways. I’d never been as true to myself, though. I’d always leaned into the doting, praise-worthy, and obedient daughter my father raised me to be, even when I went off on my own and became a teacher. I always aimed to please. I always did what I was told. I never spoke up. I never acted out. I walked a straight line and kept my chin up when inside, I was falling apart.But with Killian, I couldn’t stop myself from being the Sera I’d so heavily guarded all these years. That was why it hurt so much, I surmised. I liked who I was with him. I liked how strong I’d become, and how co
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SeraMy father.What the fuck was my father doing here?He sat with one leg crossed over the other, a cigar hanging from his fingers as he looked me up and down, and then at the plate of cinnamon rolls I’d made as a peace offering to Killian.“Got her in the kitchen, huh? I never took you as a traditionalist, Ricci,” Andre Bianchi smirked as he lifted his cigar to his mouth, his golden rings gleaming. “Smells delicious.”I felt like a deer in headlights as I stared at him, unable to move. Unable to make my mouth work. My mouth was full of cotton as I finally stumbled back through the doorway.“Sera.” Killian’s voice held a hint of surprise at seeing me, as well as a warning, as if to say I didn’t need to run away. Hearing him say my name broke me out of the trance I’d fallen into. My eyes darted to him, noticing the guilt shadowing his usually icy features.“How’s my girl?” my father said, but he didn’t really sound like he cared. I never anticipated a loving reunion between us. It h
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Killian“What the fuck is her problem?” Andre Bianchi laughed as he sat down in one of the leather armchairs in front of my desk. His cigar continued to stink up the room. “What’d you do to my sweet girl?”“Where were we?” I sat back down feeling like someone had punched me repeatedly in the gut. Maintaining my composure at the moment was nearly impossible, but it had to be done. I looked at Mattia, holding his gaze for a moment before I picked up where I’d left off when Sera came into the room and everything went to shit. “I want to know more about Seraphina’s childhood.”“Eh, she was a kid.”I eyed Andre dubiously. “Obviously.”“What do you want to know? What her Barbies’ names were? When she learned to ride a bike? Or how much I spent sending her and her fuckin’ mother to Italy every summer?”“Italy,” I replied flatly. “Sera was eight when her mother died, right?” I knew this information already. I’d been at Caterina Bianchi’s funeral, standing beside my mother and father while the
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