SeraSnow blanketed the ground as I stood in a sea of black with hints of blue, my arms wrapped protectively around baby Michael. Penelope had been adamant that Michael not wear black today. I’d sent Olivia to the mall and had her find a warm navy blue outfit to dress Michael in and wrapped him up in the same shade to protect him against the cold. He slept snuggled against my chest, his cheeks a soft, rosy pink. His mother quietly cried in a chair directly in front of me. Killian sat next to her, his fingers knitted in hers, his eyes downcast. Before us, the casket demanded our attention. Covered in white and red roses, the rich wood had a masculine look that reminded me of Mikey in a way I couldn’t describe.Blue had been Mikey’s favorite color. Penelope’d had her father fetch a ridiculous, practically neon blue suit from their apartment yesterday which he’d brought to the funeral home. Mikey had worn it the day he got married. Penelope laughed when she told me that he’d rented it fr
KillianThree days passed. There was a notable shift in Sera after Mikey’s funeral and what I’d said to her on the front steps. My words had been harsh, but she needed to hear them. None of this was ever a stupid, fruitless game despite her opinions on the mafia as a whole. Maybe Mikey’s death had brought that truth out into the light for her. Maybe she saw things as they were and not as a veiled game of divide and conquer.This lifestyle was a constant game of life and death. If we wanted to live, if I wanted my men and their families to live, I had to continue to protect them by any and all means necessary.This had nothing to do with ego or my moniker. I was the Hand of the Death because I had to be.Sera understood that now.Finally.So, I let it rest and gave Sera space to take care of Penelope. I hung back as she catered to the comfort of the young widow and her baby and oversaw the comings and goings of Penelope and Mikey’s parents to visit and grieve together. Sera probably ha
SeraHow long had I been here? How many months? I’d lost track. But I knew my way around the mansion now to the point the winding, seemingly unending hallways no longer felt like a maze of shadows and black marble.I also spent a great deal of time watching the nurses who tended to Killian’s mother. I found where her rooms were and avoided the area. I never traveled to that wing of the house or put myself in the position to run into the maids and nurses whose loyalties lie with Mrs. Ricci.It had been weeks since I’d had an encounter with that witch of a woman. I only went into the atrium if Mrs. Ricci wasn’t home, or if I was with Killian, Tommaso, or Adrian, who’d been hanging around the mansion a lot more. I didn’t mind Adrian’s company, even if he was quiet and somewhat skeptical of me still.I missed Mikey.My routine since that awful night was simple. I woke up, ate breakfast with Olivia, and spent a few hours with Penelope every morning. I took Michael on walks around the mansi
KillianThe atrium was quiet as I sat on a bench near the indoor pool. Outside, freshly falling snow blanketed the ground, gathering on the tree limbs. The wet snow hung from the glass ceiling outside, sliding down the panes as I toyed with the phone in my hand.I’d needed a change of scenery. I’d spent the last week holed up in my office making calls, making plans, and making deals.I half expected Sera to be here and felt slightly disappointed she wasn’t. She’d gotten into the habit of bringing books and magazines down from the library and reading on the lounge chair near the wall of tropical plants that snaked up the stone façade of the house. I got the impression that was her chosen spot because the plants kept her hidden from my mother’s view.I glanced up at the rooms my mother occupied, finding them dark and the curtains drawn on the windows overlooking the atrium. She wasn’t here today. Mother wasn’t in good health right now. I felt a pang of guilt at the fact that I never re
Sera“Where are you taking me?” My voice cracked as I asked the question yet again. “Where are we going?” It felt like we’d been driving for hours, but maybe it was just my total exhaustion heightened by the gentle hum of the engine lulling me to sleep that made everything about this very abrupt, middle of the night trip feel hazy.“You’ll see.” That was all he ever said in response to my inquiries, and it was getting old. Why couldn’t he give me any indication as to what was going on? If I wasn’t so sleepy, I’d be more demanding, but I’d been preparing for bed when my presence had been requested, and I hadn’t had much of a choice but to put my shoes on and go.Blinking several times to clear my vision, I stared out the window and gazed out over the bleak, empty landscape. Philadelphia was a bright speck on the horizon, but I had no idea where I was—or why. We were on some kind of long, winding back road that never ended.I shifted in my seat, doing my best to stay awake. “Ouch, Tomma
KillianI leaned my head against the headrest as the world sped past through the windshield. It would take us a few hours to get back home from the designated meeting spot, but when we did, Francesco would be there waiting for me.Then, he’d spill his guts to me about why he was so willing to stab the family in the back. While I was sure he’d be full of excuses, eventually, he’d break. He’d talk. Nothing he could say could possibly save his ass now.I’d decided to drive Sera and me home and let the others catch a ride with Patrick so I could have a few moments alone with her. Elation still coursed through my veins, and she looked delicious even in a pair of jeans, a sweater, and an overcoat. Thoughts of pulling over somewhere on one of these slushy backroads and celebrating with her came to mind.Reaching over, I grabbed her thigh, squeezing it lightly. “You did good tonight.” I glanced at Sera, who continued looking out the window. She didn’t reply or meet my eyes. “Tired?”She shrug
SeraLying on my back, staring up at the ceiling, I pictured what Killian and the others were doing a few floors below me in the basement. A smile threatened to curl the corners of my mouth. I wasn’t proud of that. I didn’t like the notion that knowing a man was being beaten to death could make me happy.But this was different. Francesco had always been a prick to me. He’d tried to kidnap me, after all.And then there was the way he’d treated Killian. No one stabbed their boss in the back and lived to tell about it. No one.I’d changed. That was shockingly clear. But I was still pissed that Killian had used Delaney as a decoy. I needed to have a conversation with him about that. If he’d wanted to put someone in danger, it should’ve been me, not her. She had nothing to do with any of this.Early morning sunlight drifted through the hallways as I lay there letting my mind wander. I wasn’t able to sleep despite how fatigued I was. I had training with Tommaso in twenty minutes, if he even
KillianThe blood around Francesco’s lips was already starting to dry. As he spoke, it cracked and flaked off. If he wasn’t telling me the truth he’d be bleeding again soon.Pondering the information he’d just disclosed to me, I rolled it over in my mind. If what he was saying was true, I had an opportunity to make Sera very happy.I studied him. “You’re certain?”“I’m not lying to you.” His eyes never wavered from mine. Lately, whenever Francesco spoke to me, he had always been doing something else so he didn’t have to meet my gaze. Until today. Now, his broken body language told me he was telling me the truth.But it didn’t make any sense. “Why would Andre be so careless with that sort of information that it would leak through to you?”“He doesn’t know that I know.” Francesco’s voice was so hoarse, I could barely understand him. His jaw and right cheek were swollen and deformed, his splintered flesh a deep shade of red. “Everyone who knows ends up dead except one person who managed