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
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
SeraKillian’s eyes bore into Tommaso as if he were already dead, like he’d buried his best friend in the backyard, and all he had left to take care of were the technicalities of actually committing the crime. I pulled back but Tommaso’s grip around me didn’t loosen enough for me to actually put any space between our bodies.“Get off her.” Killian’s voice was so strained and violent, I felt a chill run down my spine as if someone had dragged an ice cube over my skin.Tommaso didn’t move. He stood rigid beside me, his hand hovering over my lower back. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he arguing against what Killian assumed had just happened between us? Why wasn’t he defending himself? We’d done nothing wrong. In fact, the only person in the wrong here was the one acting like he’d been slighted. I narrowed my gaze at Killian, shocked at his audacity. Who was he to accuse of anything? Turning back to Tommaso, I tugged on his sleeve. “Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t argue with him.”I felt rath
KillianOlivia screamed at me, but I couldn’t make out a word she said. The room was spinning, my head throbbing, and my eyesight darkening at the periphery. I steadied myself, my hand groping for something to use to help myself to my feet, but I came up empty.I felt Tommaso next to me, lying on his back and panting hard. I turned to look at him and everything shifted. He looked like fucking shit. His face was barely recognizable, battered and bruised, covered in blood. His suit was torn, and his white shirt bore spots of crimson, likely more his blood than mine. He looked like grim death.I’d done that. I’d beaten the shit out of my best friend.Immediately, I shifted my gaze to Sera. She was hurt, too. Sitting on the floor with glass shards sticking out of her arm, pieces of glass wedged into the bare skin of her legs. “Fuck,” I muttered. I’d done that, too.“Get away from her,” Olivia warned in a tone I’d never heard her use before, at least not when she was speaking to me.“Ser
Sera“Miss Sera?” Joyce’s voice tickled my ear as I stared at the room. Chaos. That was the only way to describe what I had seen, what I’d felt. Now, I felt myself going numb. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t break out of the trance I’d fallen into. Glass covered nearly every surface, and wood shards from the bookshelves mingled with the plaster that had fallen from the walls during the worst physical fight I’d ever witnessed in my life.“Sera, darling?” Joyce touched my arm, and I jolted with shock, meeting her kind, worried eyes.“I’m all right,” I said shakily, swallowing hard past the painful lump in my throat.“You’re bleeding and covered in glass,” Joyce replied with a quick, motherly smile that had my chest convulsing with a sob I desperately tried to keep hidden. She patted my hand. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”She walked me into the bathroom, the only area in the entire space that hadn’t borne the brunt of violence. She washed my bloody hand in the sink while the sounds o
SeraKillian’s office door was closed, but that hadn’t ever stopped me before. I yanked it open, stepped inside, and slammed it shut. One look around told me the door had already been slammed so hard it had nearly come off its hinges. Killian’s office looked a mess, and several paintings had fallen off the wall, their frames shattered.“That’s fine,” he said from his desk. I turned my head and found him staring at the wall, his phone pressed to his ear. “I can meet you there at ten. Thank you, Robert.” He hung up and leaned back in his chair.He looked like shit, but I didn’t say anything as he turned his gaze toward me, looking surprised to see it was me and not someone else. Maybe he expected Tommaso to slam the door like that.The bruising on his face had set in deep, purple blotches along his jaw and cheeks. I expected to see certain smugness on whatever was left of those beautiful features I’d grown accustomed to, but for the briefest of moments, his eyes flashed with shame.He q
KillianThis wasn’t the first time I’d had to apologize to Tommaso, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. In my defense, I’d grown up with him. We’d fought like brothers our entire lives. Roughing each other up and throwing punches over women should have ended in our twenties, however, and I had been inexplicably in the wrong for nearly killing him over Sera.I hesitated at the door to his room, my hand raised to knock. What could I even say? Sorry? That felt like nothing compared to what I owed him now.The last time we’d fought like this had been the same night I’d gotten the news I’d just become the boss of the Ricci family. I’d been hellbent on dying to avenge my father’s murder. Sera wanted to hear all about it after being informed of the story by Joyce, but in all honesty, I could barely remember what had happened. Tommaso had almost killed me that night trying to save my life.Shuffling sounds drifted from behind the door. I knocked, and the shuffling stopped, followed by a grunt
SeraI did, in fact, watch Dr. Enstrom stitch Killian’s face back together and enjoyed every minute of it. Enstrom hadn’t been gentle. He’d spent twenty minutes reminding Killian he was in his forties, and not an invincible young buck with nine lives yet to live. Obviously, Enstrom didn’t care that Killian was the Hand of Death, and watching Killian get put in his place by the wiry doctor had me hooting with laughter by the end.But then it was my turn, and my laughter immediately stopped, replaced by pathetic sniffles and tears as he sewed the wound on my arm closed. Killian excused himself to make good on the promise he’d apologize to Tommaso, and after the doctor took his leave, I sat alone in Killian’s office for only a few minutes before wandering back upstairs.I avoided Tommaso’s rooms. Who knew what was currently happening in there? They were either making up, or killing each other, and after what I’d witnessed earlier I had no desire to watch them destroy any more rooms. Or e