SeraKillian slept for another six hours.During that time, Tommaso and the others had returned equally bruised, cut, and exhausted, but otherwise intact. The hallways were cleared and cleaned, and the staff shared lunch. Chief Edwards had called back with good news, he told me, but I told him to call again in the evening, when Killian was awake. I took a cat nap for an hour, watched two movies with Penny, found a puzzle in a closet and half completed it with Joyce, and helped Rosemary make two apple pies.I was picking an outfit for him when he finally stirred around three in the afternoon. Killian rolled onto his back and scrubbed his eyes with a groan.I perched on my side of the bed and smiled at him. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Little cold, there?”He glanced down to see that he’d kicked the covers to the end of the bed, leaving him completely exposed. Swearing, he yanked the blanket to his chin. “The fuck?”I threw my head back and howled with laughter, something I hadn’t done in
KillianSera deserved nice things—very nice things. Not only because she’d defended my home and my staff from danger, but because she had been cooped up, not just the past few months, but most of her life. The mafia world didn’t allow much freedom, especially for a young girl. Sera wanted to feel free, to be in control of something. I was the only one who could give it to her.So I didn’t blame her for being annoyed with me. But once she saw what I had been doing on my phone, I knew her anger would melt away.I received quite a few stares as we left the furniture store and headed to our new destination, but what did I care?Sera’s jaw dropped. “Camille La Vie? You want me to try on dresses? But I want—Ooh!” She ran up to the front display and pointed at a long green dress. I couldn’t have described it for the life of me. When she saw me grinning, she mumbled, “I guess furniture can wait.”I’d rented out the store so that we were the only ones inside. Knowing we’d be safe, Tommaso was
SeraMaking out with Killian on a private jet dressed in the most risqué piece of clothing I’d ever worn definitely made up for him skipping out on furniture shopping. The slip gave me the confidence to want to initiate where we’d left off earlier, but I was also too excited to see where he was taking me. It had to be out of state. Otherwise, we would have driven. And it had to be a restaurant. There weren’t many things that were attached to the word reservation.Killian’s hand gripped my thigh, threatening to move upward, but the plane began to descend. With a growl of frustration at the interruption, he gently pushed me to my feet. “Wear the black one.”I hummed a laugh as I returned to the bedroom to change. “So insistent.”After wriggling into the first one I’d tried on, which was my favorite, too, I touched up my hair and makeup, which were decent enough that I didn’t have to worry about needing a brush. I just hoped wherever he was taking me, people wouldn’t be judgmental of the
SeraI wasn’t sure how much more excitement my body could handle. Who said money couldn’t buy happiness?Not Killian Ricci, that was for sure.I resisted the urge to squeal like the wannabe horse girl I had wanted to be when I was younger and pulled Killian toward the horse that snorted and pawed the snowy concrete.The driver looked up from his phone when we got close. He smiled and made a grand gesture to load the carriage. “Welcome, Mr. Ricci and Miss Bianchi, to Ye Olde Tour of New York City.”I stifled a laugh as Killian lent a hand to help me up the step. Ye olde? Interesting.We nestled together and the driver, Sonny, made a clicking noise. Sundrop the horse clopped up the street. The ride was a little bumpy for my full stomach, but it was magical when I was tucked close to Killian and we took in the sights of the brilliantly lit city.There were lights everywhere. Cars, streetlights, stop lights, storefronts, almost every window of almost every building—and of course, the Chri
KillianWatching the pure, childlike awe radiating off Sera had been its own experience.In the taxi on the way to the airport, I pictured her. Sera’s blue eyes had been wide with wonder. Her lips were chapped and would threaten to split the skin, but her mouth had stretched in the broadest smile I had ever seen on her. The flush of pink on her nose was adorable, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that. As she’d looked around the city, the lights shined on her snowflake-dusted hair, and the coils of air that coalesced from her breath briefly wreathed her face.Decorating the house for Christmas. That didn’t sound so bad. The last time the halls were decked out in reds and greens was so long ago, I couldn’t quite place it. My mother still had life within her at the time, still had her senses, and she and Joyce would put up decorations while the men and I munched on sugar cookies. Growing up, my father hadn’t participated in any decorating, but he always attended the Christmas feast.I pictu
SeraI never thought I’d see New York City, much less its most famous landmarks, from a horse-drawn carriage with a mafia boss who got me a full pass to the mile-high club.We landed and drove home with Gavin, barely making it back to Killian’s room—or our room, I dared call it—in our stupor fueled by wine, tiredness, our injuries, and the contentedness from sex.I really wanted to shower, but we were both too exhausted to do anything but strip out of our snow-damp clothes and collapse in bed. Both of us were out in seconds.I woke up around noon, just as Killian was slipping out. His hair was damp and all the foundation had come off to reveal the ugly purple bruise on his face, but at least he looked well rested for once.“Where’re you going?” I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes.Killian padded over and kissed my forehead. “I really need to catch up on office work, mia cara. We can have dinner with the staff, if you want to arrange that. I’m sorry we didn’t do the furniture shopping
Killian“I don’t feel evil when I’m with you,” I’d told Sera in my most vulnerable moment. I felt transported back decades, back to the lost boy who never knew what love was. Back then, I’d never cared because it didn’t matter. I would never have love. There was little chance for it in the mafia life.Her ocean-blue eyes had filled with tears and she murmured, “Oh, Killian, you’re anything but evil, especially to me. Would an evil man do what you did for me today? You are good, Killian Ricci. You are good.”But I am still so undeserving, I had thought but didn’t say.When we returned home, I’d never slept so thoroughly, and when I woke, I’d never felt so energized.Now, I was in my office, which had been swiped clean by Detective Douche Briggs. Former detective, I’d heard. My office would be back in order by the end of the week, or else. Seeing the empty drawers and cabinets made my blood boil and threatened to cause me to burst into a fit of rage. This was my shit. No goddamn soul ha
SeraWe had found Adrian surprisingly easily.“Hey, Adrian,” I’d greeted him as he almost ran into me with his nose hidden in a book.He’d looked up distractedly. Just like Killian and Tommaso, he was peppered with bruises and cuts from whatever scuffle they’d gotten into with whoever. Unlike those two, it looked like he’d gotten them tended to.“Oh, hi, Sera. Look, I’m kind of busy right now.” Adrian had sidestepped me and continued down the hall.“Penny and I really need your help,” I’d called.The tech guy had stopped in his tracks. Then he slammed his book shut and spun around on his heel. “What does she—I mean, you two—need?”I’d hidden my wide grin. So he does have a thing for her. “We’re going to the woods to find a Christmas tree. We need a big, strong guy to help us cut one down.”Adrian had rolled his left shoulder as if testing it. He’d winced.You all need to stop getting beat to shit, I’d refrained from snapping. “You’re still hurt. We can find someone else.”Penny had ro