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SeraI was asleep in Killian’s room, surrounded by his musk and soft silk, when I woke to the sound of people shouting and shattering glass.Dread sluiced through my body, adrenaline replacing the blood in my veins, as I chose fight over flight without pausing. I ran to Killian’s closet where I knew he kept a small arsenal of weapons. It had been a while since I’d used a handgun, and my awkwardness with the one in the forest when Francesco tried to kidnap me proved it wasn’t my best weapon, so I grabbed a serrated knife. Not that I had much experience with that, either. I wished I’d had more lessons with Tommaso.Forgetting that I was only wearing a skimpy nightgown, I wrenched open the door—and nearly ran headfirst into Olivia, who had clearly run to find me.Her eyes were wide, and her voice shook when she gasped, “Cops. They’re trashing the place.”Run the house, Killian had said.Another rush of adrenaline shot through me, but I knew I had to keep my cool. More noises of destructi
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KillianWe stalked down the snowy slope like wolves creeping in on prey. Halfway down, my phone buzzed in my back pocket.Everyone skidded to a stop and Scott hissed, “The fuck did you bring your phone for?”I silenced it against my better judgment. “Just an update from the house,” I hissed back. “It’s fine.”I made it all of two more steps before it buzzed again. Who the hell would be calling me at four in the morning? It couldn’t be Reggie, could it? Nothing could be going on at this time.I silenced it again.Another few steps.It buzzed insistently.I felt the guys’ annoyance, even my own, spike the already sharp air. They were already on edge with this mission. They didn’t need a buzzing phone grating on their nerves.“Give me a second,” I snapped at their glares, pulling out my phone to look at the caller ID. It was Reggie. “Hello—”Scott scoffed and gave the motion to move. “Let’s just go.”My heart lurched. “No—”But even my guys took off after Scott, storming down the hill an
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SeraI walked through the halls feeling like I was exploring a ghost town.The Ricci Manor looked as if a tornado had gone through it, tearing up its insides but leaving the outsides untouched.If a tornado wore blue and black Kevlar.My rage and sadness at Briggs and his men led to dark thoughts. I could light a match, burn the whole thing down, and use a bulldozer to clear the whole mess. Over the years, the manor had been stained with blood, death, and all manners of vice and violence. If these walls could talk, they wouldn’t have a lot of nice things to say. Right now, the situation wasn’t much better than it had been during one of those shootouts with another mob family.Rooms were trashed, furniture shredded and broken, closets turned upside down, the kitchen full of broken glass, doors kicked in. It was all completely unnecessary. Those men just wanted to destroy anything they could get their hands on to prove they could.It was five in the morning by the time they left, having
Taken by the Mafia King Sorely Beat
TommasoWe were sorely beat.Sporting bruised skin and bruised egos, Killian took off back to the manor while Patrick and Alonzo joined Scott’s men in tracking Niccolò. Adrian and I rifled through the cabin for any damning clues to the Marinos’ shady businesses. Why had he been hiding out here really? Hiding from Killian, sure, but there had to be more to it.It was clear that he’d been staying here for a decent amount of time. There was a bed and a few sleeping bags—I snorted at the visual of a little mob sleepover—and a desk with a cabinet of drawers. They were stashed with all kinds of paperwork, but they were all in Italian. Shamefully, I wasn’t fluent in the language of my proud heritage.Neither was Adrian. He stuffed the paperwork in a satchel he’d brought along for just this purpose. “I’ll find a translator.”“How’s your head?” I asked, helping him clear out the comically large amount of papers. Surely, not all of it was imperative to whatever Niccolò was involved in. No one w
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KillianThe holdup was that my jet pilot, Gavin, was sound asleep in his hotel room, which I didn’t have a key for.After passing through the lobby without the graveyard shift front desk woman noticing how beat to shit I was, I showered quickly and returned with fresh clothes. She was skeptical but gave me an extra key to enter Gavin’s room. From there, I hauled him into the shower and hit him with freezing cold water to jolt him awake.Assuring me he was awake enough to fly, he dressed, and we hurried to the jet.I was a mess of nerves the entire flight back to Philly. Gavin wasn’t entirely awake. I didn’t have any bars to call Reggie’s phone back. Was Sera all right? Was she hurt? She didn’t sound hurt over the phone, just frantic. She said Briggs destroyed something. She had to mean the house.The bastard broke in, I realized with rage simmering in my veins. He broke into my home.To do what? Hurt my staff? Raid?Shit. What did Briggs steal from me?Gavin landed, and we drove to th
Taken by the Mafia King Failed Bribery
Sera“I want to redecorate.”Killian was looking at me like I’d suggested going skydiving without a parachute. “Then redecorate. Buy whatever you want. I’ll give you the company card—Ow!”I had pressed the icepack to his forehead a little too hard. I was overcome with relief at his return, but when he started to put violence before his health, I wasn’t going to let that fly.“Nope,” I said, letting up. “You’re coming with me. This is your house.”“And it hasn’t been redecorated in decades. You know furniture is the last thing on my mind.” Killian’s broad hands squeezed my hips. Suddenly, there was a weight to his face, his voice, and the very air around us. “I’m making you the lady of Ricci Manor, Serafina Bianchi. Our home was raided. You protected it the best you could, and I am proud of that. Now, I trust you to make it rise from the ruins.”I set the icepack on the table beside Killian and rested my forearms on his shoulders, feeling slightly bad when he winced in pain. I felt the
Taken by the Mafia King Shopping
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
Taken by the Mafia King Gold Digger
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
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