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Taken by the Mafia King A Hairsbreadth
KillianI shot one of Zahur’s men and ducked behind an overturned couch. Either Zahur was even more paranoid than we’d thought, or he was scared of Paige. Four men had been patrolling the hall outside the door to the fucking suite, and there were at least half a dozen behind the door when I’d stormed in. I’d dropped several but lost a few in the suite. Fuck being a crow; I needed something far more dangerous to get to Paige in time. I reloaded my gun and lunged up from behind the couch to sprint for the one open door I’d spotted earlier.Bullets rattled through the hotel room. One of them caught me in the vest like a punch to the fucking chest, and I dropped. My breath wheezed in and out of me. Sera would be furious when she saw the bruise. I grabbed a bloodstained throw pillow off the floor and tossed it up over the couch. More gunfire. But this time, I listened. The windows reverberated. One of them shattered. The quick click of the trigger releasing came from the far corner of the
Taken by the Mafia King Clean
PaigeI scrubbed my hands in the hotel bathroom sink, holding my own gaze so I didn’t have to watch the water turn crimson. A bubble of manic laughter expanded in my chest. So long hiding from mirrors, and here I was clinging to one to keep my wits.But I couldn’t laugh. I couldn’t anything. Because as soon as I started feeling, I’d have to think about everything that had happened, and I needed to flee the country, not break down.My hands still clung to each other stickily. The sink wasn’t doing enough. And Zahur’s blood covered my chest. I switched on the shower and paced.Killian kept watch outside the door. Another odd, almost-funny thought. The Mano Della Morte guarded my back. I trusted him to do so. But I did. Something had come over his face when he said Tom was injured, something I’d seen a whisper of in our conversation about the plane. I didn’t know what kind of person Killian was, but I knew he loved Tom more than anyone in the world except Sera, and he’d die to keep Tom s
Taken by the Mafia King Ricochet
CoraI squeezed Allie’s hands and sucked in my first breaths of free air in a year. Someone in the back row cried softly. I wasn’t going to let my guard down enough for tears, but fuck, I could relate. In the end, we’d found thirty-three women in the fucking rabbit warren of that house, and I still didn’t know if that was all of them. Thirty-three. And I only knew four of their names.God, and Allie had immediately started telling all of them I was an undercover cop. An ex-undercover, I corrected, but nobody had listened, so they all flocked around me. I glanced at the front seat where an older man drove us as smoothly as he could manage through the streets, headed for the airport. He’d said his name was Stan, and he had a decent energy about him. Fuck if that didn’t make me feel so much worse.I’d stabbed the guy who led everyone here to rescue us. Nobody would give me a straight answer, especially not that guy who introduced himself as fucking Carp, but I saw how the doctors hovered
Taken by the Mafia King Divided
PaigeI stood in the middle of a sea of women, nearly as many as we’d found in the basement of the Mansion. All of them were overwhelmed with emotion, dirty, sobbing, bleeding, and laughing with delight.“What did it feel like?” someone asked.“Are you sure he’s dead?” another yelled.“Why did you wait so long?” a third demanded.I didn’t bother trying to answer their questions. Yet another van of women pulled up, this time from the ambush planned on Rahim’s warehouse. Those women were in rougher shape because the suitcase of supplies got taken to Zahur’s house. I watched as the team of doctors swarmed over and began tending to the women there. Through all of the chaos, I just kept looking for Killian. In the middle of the drive, he’d gotten a call I couldn’t really overhear, then pulled off to the side of the road, switched one of the other men into the driver’s seat, and called himself a taxi. When I demanded answers, all he’d said was, “Tommaso,” before sending us to the airstrip.
Taken by the Mafia King Not Alone
TommasoRhythmic Arabic bounced off the walls of my brain. Everything hurt, my chest worst of all. The last thing I truly remembered was the monster dragging me down, but somewhere in my mind, I knew I’d been hearing rushed, frantic Arabic for some time.I opened my eyes. Bright, white light poured in, and I shut them again with a groan. Someone said something with a cadence that sounded like I should be able to understand it. I peeked one eye open, barely made out the face of someone with long hair, and realized I still couldn’t make sense of anything. The monster opened its arms for me, welcoming me down, and I dipped into darkness once more.The next thing I heard was beeping. Infrequent, but constant. Remembering the blare of light last time, I eased one eye the slightest bit open. Brilliant white, but I could just make out a few details. Angular lines on the white, like ceiling tiles.“Thank you,” a woman said next to me. “I can keep an eye on him.”Not a woman. Paige. My heart l
Taken by the Mafia King Out of the Woods
PaigeI leaned against the wall in the waiting room and sucked in what felt like my first deep breath since I’d heard Tom was hurt. The doctors here were so talented I could barely keep up with what they were saying, even when they spoke English, but even though they’d promised yesterday that Tom would wake up soon, I hadn’t been able to believe them. I’d fiddled with my phone. I’d texted Sera and Lauren that I was okay, that Tom was hurt but getting care, and I’d been receiving message of support since, but I hadn’t answered any of them. I couldn’t until I knew Tom was really out of the woods. Now, as my adrenaline finally started to taper off, I wanted to hear a friendly voice. I stood and walked to an out-of-the-way hall I’d found then called Lauren. It was midday in Philly, so she’d be at the shelter.She picked up almost instantly. “Paige! I’m in the middle of a session, can I call you back?”I smiled tiredly. The work came first. “Course. But when you do, can you grab Sera? I do
Taken by the Mafia King Packing Up
TommasoThe doctor I vaguely remembered from the haze on Zahur’s lawn, Dr. Awad, checked the bandages on my shoulder, then my ribs.“Your healing is progressing nicely,” she said.I offered her a half-smile. “Nicely enough you’ll spring me from this joint?”She chuckled. “I suppose.”“Ha!” I started to punch the air in celebration, but Paige’s hold on my hand kept me anchored. A good thing, too. I’d probably have torn something and gotten another week inside. As nice as the hospital was—and it really was, rivaling some of the more prestigious places I’d seen in Philly—I was more than ready to get out of here. Hospital food could only sustain a man for so long.Dr. Awad smiled indulgently. “That is, with a few conditions.”I groaned and slumped back against my pillow. “What?”She pulled out a sheet of paper covered in, thankfully, English. Paige took it before I could and studied the contents.Dr. Awad addressed her instructions to Paige. “We’re sending you home with two medications, a
Taken by the Mafia King The Life
PaigeBefore the first hour of the flight passed, Tom fell asleep. Between the last bit of pain medication the doctor had given him before we left and his injuries, I was honestly surprised it took him that long. I dropped my head back against the seat and let the quiet flow over me. In the cluster of four seats across the plane from Tom and me, Killian watched a black-and-white movie using headphones, and Carp and Stan bickered quietly over a card game I didn’t recognize. It was nothing like the rambunctious flight to Egypt, when I’d spent half the time clinging to the arms of my seat to keep from freaking out.Not least because the dragon I came to slay lay dead behind me, just as I’d hoped. Well, not just as I’d hoped. If I could do it all over again, I’d skip the part where Zahur almost got me again. And the one where a scared woman nearly collapsed Tom’s lung. I flexed my fingers and remembered the smell of the bastard’s blood, of Tom’s blood when we landed in Lebanon.“If you’re
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