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SeraI want to spend every Christmas with you, Killian, I wanted to blurt before he reminded me that this night wasn’t just about us.Knowing it was a blaring announcement, we went around to all of our guests holding hands. Every single person except Olivia, Penny, Tommaso, and Mom were floored with shock at the sight. The Hand of Death, murderer of dozens, was dating Andre Bianchi’s only daughter? What in the world was happening?We went around to every person and family, Killian introducing me to his associates and subordinates who weren’t always included in most of his plans but were valuable in certain instances. Celeste Harper was a devious little angel, and I promised to invite her next year with her own table of desserts.My mom was lovingly holding a fast-asleep baby Michael in his Santa onesie. Dustin and Callie were finally chatting, even if it was visibly awkward. Joyce was dancing with Reggie (there was nothing between them, as far as I knew), and best of all, Penny was sl
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SeraMy legs still faintly ached when I came to. I felt makeup smeared across my face, and I realized I was lucky I didn’t blind myself by getting mascara in my eyes.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Killian said, coming in from the hallway. As usual, he had woken up long before me. But this time, he was carrying a breakfast tray; the tantalizing scent of French toast made my mouth water.A flash of panic shocked the dregs of sleep away. “What time is it?”“Relax, amore,” he mused, setting the tray on the table in case I wasn’t ready to accept it. “It’s only ten.”“Oh, okay, good. You brought me breakfast in bed. French toast is my favorite, you know.”“Really? What a coincidence.” Killian set the tray over my lap, and my stomach growled at the gorgeous sight. Pepper always managed to outdo himself.I shot Killian a wry look. “You asked my mom, didn’t you?”He climbed back in bed with me, dressed nicely but still looking tousled. Propping our pile of pillows up so we could lean back, he ad
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Killian“I trust you, Killian Ricci, with my life.”Sera’s words lingered in my mind like syrup, sticky and sweet. Trust was a huge factor amongst the syndicate, but when it came to people outside of my own family, well, trust had no place in the mafia.Which was why a mother and daughter were plotting to kill the man who betrayed them.At least some Bianchis were redeemable.But could I trust Sera? Was I capable of trusting someone in any capacity?I entrusted a lot of things to Tommaso; I trusted him to have my back and carry out my word. I trusted him through thick and thin.Sera? I trusted her to a fault.Maybe it was time I admitted it.I ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the warmth of her skin, the warmth of her breath as it filled the empty, dark space of my soul. I lost myself in the blue depths of her eyes, forgot my name at the sight of her slightly parted lips, drowned in her lavender scent.“I trust you, Serafina Bianchi,” I murmured like a promise. Tears sprang to
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SeraI watched the SUVs leave into the snowy landscape. Big, fat flakes drifted by, and with all the Christmas lights on, the night still felt calm and magical. I was determined to keep it that way, if not for my sake, then the rest of the household’s.It was planned a few days ago that Olivia, Penny, Joyce, Callie, Pepper, and Rosemary would help me make this the Christmas to remember for Dustin. We’d make it special for Michael, too, though he wouldn’t remember a moment. His mom would take plenty of pictures, though. We planned to make more cookies, drink hot chocolate, watch Christmas movies, and do whatever Dustin wanted to do since it was his first real Christmas Eve.“Every year, Mom just spends a little more on dinner than usual and gets me a gift that’s less of a want and more of a need,” Dustin had told me in the kitchen earlier that day while we ate lunch. He shrugged when the staff and I reacted with shock and sympathy. “It’s all I really had, but I enjoyed it. She still ma
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Taken by the Mafia King Home For Christmas
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Taken by the Mafia King Hell Hath No Fury
Killian“The north wall,” Caterina ordered, pointing to the stretch of wall decorated with five six-foot tall paintings. “The middle one is a trap door.”With Tommaso guarding Caterina’s back, we forged a path through the quickly thinning crowd across the room. The plank floor was more of a carpet of bodies. The club lights had turned off, leaving only dim ceiling lighting. The chaos simmered down to a dark anticipation. Who would crawl free of the bodies?“No survivors except the women,” I reminded the guys. I looked around to see if I recognized Roxy among the women, but I wasn’t exactly sure what she looked like. Was she even here? The men fell in step to guard the trap door that Caterina swung open to reveal a metal door with a keypad. “Shit. Do you think he changed it since you were last here?”Caterina snorted and started tapping a comically long code. “He’s so prideful that he won’t. I’m the only other one who knows it, unless something changed in the time I’ve been gone, and
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Sera“And so,” I giggled, “I called him mio re.”Olivia and Penny, just as giddily drunk as I was, gasped, “No way!”“Way!” I wriggled from between them on the parlor couch to reach for the wine bottle on the coffee table. We’d run out of eggnog and rum a while ago. “He’s just so sexy.”“You want to climb him like a koala climbs bamboo,” Olivia asked dreamily.Penny hiccupped and swatted at her, hitting me in the process. “Koalas don’t climb bamboo, they eat euca—ecu—Sera. Sera, honey, what’s that word? The leaf word—it’s a leaf, right?”My brain gears churned extra hard through the alcohol-induced fog to conjure what they were talking about. “Eucalypt!”Penny sucked in a breath, eyes wide. “Yes, that’s it!” Then she closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder. Even though I was drunk as all hell, I managed to catch her mug before it spilled all over me. “So tired…”“Poor mama can’t hold her alcohol anymore,” Olivia purred. I’d discovered that she was a sarcastic drunk.“No,” m
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