SeraI slept fitfully. The pain medications eventually wore off, and my injuries kept hurting. I didn’t sleep on my left side often, but that was the best way to keep my body from hurting. Adjusting to that was awkward. Mild nightmares didn’t help, either.But each time I woke, Killian was there. Whether he was jolted awake or already awake, he was there to hush and comfort me that the living nightmare was over, that I was safe. And that lulled me back into peaceful oblivion.Eventually, my body decided I’d had enough sleep, and I blinked awake, mostly rested, to find Killian with his back to me. I heard his phone keyboard tapping.I smiled and nestled my face against his upper back. “You’re fine being the little spoon?”Killian chuckled softly. “No one must know,” he said with mock seriousness. “How are you feeling?”“As good as I can be,” I admitted, wanting to rest my arm over him, but that wasn’t doable. “I’m just glad I got sleep at all, so that’s all that matters.”Killian rolle
SeraMemories of a friend I once knew as a child rushed back.“That’s Paige Bruno,” I gasped, swiping the photo before Tommaso could hide it.Or what was left of her, I thought with a devastated heart. In the Polaroid, she was sitting on the ground, covered in dirt, and even with the flash on, it was hard to tell what color her hair was. Her pretty red hair, always in some sort of braid, gleaming in the sun as we chased each other through the yard. She was hardly recognizable.My fear sharpened into anger. I glared at Tommaso. “What the hell is going on? Why do you have this? Where is she? Who took this picture and when?”For such a broad-shouldered, confident, often cheery guy, Tommaso had a sudden knack for shrinking. He was eyeing the photo in my hand, and I knew he was calculating his chances of swiping it back. He had balls, thinking it would be easy to steal from someone who couldn’t move their right arm.“I’ve already seen it,” I snapped before he could get any words out, clutc
KillianI had been downstairs working on the tunnels with the new guys when Sera called my name. All of the new recruits had done well with the shipment the night before, so they got another mission: boarding up old tunnels. None of them looked thrilled to be going from a covert, illegal operation to doing basic construction.“When you’re in this business,” I’d told them, “you’re a jack of all trades. You have to be able to fire a handgun just as much as you have to know how to use a glue gun.”When Sera called my name, I heard the fear in her voice. No one else could have picked up on it. I didn’t want her to have to come down here. Leaving the guys to stare after me, I flew up the stairs, where she was waiting with Tommaso behind her. They both looked totally wired.“Tommaso needs to go to Egypt. Now.”My heart did a weird dip. I refrained from glaring at Tommaso and demanding, You told her? Like it was some secret Sera could never know about. Then I realized Sera’s knowledge about
SeraA few days had gone by since Mattia’s break-in, and everything had been blissfully uneventful. My knife wounds were healing nicely, and I had been assured they would leave no trace of a scar behind.I told Killian it would have been badass to have a face scar similar to the one on his neck. He had the exact same thought, which I found hilarious and endearing. “It’s just proof we’re meant to be together,” I told him proudly.Killian nodded. “If thinking a line of raised tissue on your pretty cheek is what proves our love, then sure.”The tunnels were sealed, and with new cameras set up, Adrian’s system was surely better than anything an outside security company could come up with.Romance was blooming between him and Penny, slowly but surely. She still wasn’t completely over the loss of her husband, Mikey. Olivia and Patrick were officially a couple—but would never admit it in words—and Olivia was as giddy as a schoolgirl over him. It made my heart swell with joy to see my friends
Killian“Today’s the day, Alphonsi.”Scott’s derisive snort was crystal clear, even over the phone. “Hello to you too, Ricci. What are you so disturbingly chipper about?”I was feeling disturbingly chipper. For the first time in what felt like ever, everything was perfect. I finally felt like I had control over my own life. My household was safe, I was going to marry the love of my life next June, I’d further solidified myself as the mafia king of Philly by eliminating my biggest enemies, and by the end of the day, I would have finally, finally, tied up the final loose knots.“The day you get your share.”Scott’s voice turned polite and honey smooth. “Well, it is indeed a lovely day. I have been thinking of buying a yacht lately. Maybe I’ll head to the pier.”I gave him a rundown of all the work my guys and I had been working on since December. Juggling the assets my syndicate absorbed was more than just a balancing act, but it was finally a well-run circus now. Money and land were di
SeraI was working on a thousand-piece puzzle with Olivia and Mom when my phone buzzed on the table with a text. I’d made my lock screen a picture of Killian completely out cold after a drinking game that night. He’d threatened to run the phone over with his car when he’d seen it. When I stole his phone and made his lock screen a picture of my cleavage, he was suddenly fine with it.Killian’s message read, Dinner at seven in the atrium.My heart did a flip as if we had never done this before. I texted back, What should I wear?He responded within two minutes. Something with a bathing suit on underneath.That wasn’t the answer I was expecting. Sexy or casual?Is that really your question?“Why does this feel like we’re third wheels?” Olivia asked.I winced sheepishly and set my phone down. “Sorry. He wants to have dinner tonight. Just the two of us.”Mom laughed and shook her head. “I hope he always makes you this happy, Sera.”“He will,” I promised without a doubt in my mind. “Do eith
SeraHolding a plate of chocolate cake in one hand and my wrist in the other, Killian took me to the pool on the other side of the atrium. We could only hope Giuliana was asleep in bed with her cold and not spying on us. Part of me really didn’t care. The soft lapping of the water echoed in the humid room. The reflections patterned the ceiling.Killian set the cake on one of the lounge chairs and wasted no time stripping his shirt off. I knew better than to shimmy out of my dress. But I was glad to kick off my heels and pull my hair free of its clip.Heat pulsed in my core at the look in Killian’s eyes as he walked up to me. The hungry gaze drifted to my breasts while I admired the planes of his chest and torso. Through his pants, his cock was already hard.“Just my boobs turn you on?” I mused as he slipped the straps off my shoulders.“Everything about you turns me on, Sera,” he said huskily. “Let me see how you look in a swimsuit.”“I’m no Baywatch actress.”“You’re sexy as hell, bu
KillianThe next day, I was still riding the high of pool sex with Sera, despite having slept for almost ten hours. It wasn’t so much a physical high as an emotional one.I replayed the night in my mind’s eye as I sat in my office. Sera and I, weak with effort, had swam around a little afterward. I could still taste the chlorine on her lips. I could feel her legs wrapped around me, the way the water swirled around us.“I love you, Serafina,” I’d murmured into her neck as I held her like a lifeline.She’d clung to me tighter. “You’re not just saying that because we just had sex, right?” she’d asked jokingly. When I’d hummed in disagreement, she’d laughed in return. “I love you more than anything, Killian.”“Even chocolate?”“Hm. That might be debatable.”“You can still eat it off me,” I’d offered.Sera had glanced over to the lone piece of cake on the lounge chair, then up toward my mother’s room. I’d had no doubt she was asleep or just lying in bed. Sera’s reservations were noted, tho