SeraI sat in the main dining room for dinner. Killian hadn’t come, neither had Tommaso. Penelope wasn’t in the habit of coming down for dinner lately, either, so I ate alone, pushing bites of steak and salad around on my plate for a better part of an hour before I gave up and left the room.The house was always at its best during the sunset. Golden light illuminated the dark marble tiles in the foyer, casting gold rays across the black paint and dark wallpaper. Any other time, in any other weather, this place would have felt cold and dark, but now? I let a sunbeam drift over my bare arm, smiling at the warmth and amber golden hues it cast on my skin.Alone, and bored, I started toward my room. I felt absolutely exhausted, but my mind moved at a hundred miles per hour after the events of the day. Thoughts of the plane crash, Detective Briggs, and now Killian blocking me out again drifted in and out of my mind as I wandered aimlessly toward the third floor. My room felt just as empty a
SeraKillian stood in the middle of the hallway, stock-still, his eyes meeting mine instantly as if magnetized. I couldn’t discern if his broad stance looked menacing or lost, as he just lingered there.Joyce cleared her throat softly. I winced, already forgetting she was there. “I’ll just…go,” she whispered and left the way we had come.The Hand of Death looked defeated. And, unsurprisingly, there were blood splatters on his hands.I couldn’t blame him for being so drawn; the list of things that had happened to us both in the past few months, much less the past two days, was too extensive to just take a glance at.It almost made me want to forget that I was angry at him for his stubbornness and withheld truths. I was still annoyed that he wanted me to play the pretty, dressed-in-red wife until it suited his needs for me to do otherwise, but when he suddenly looked utterly stripped of his armor—not the metal type like the gun secured on his belt—I knew that while I couldn’t forgive hi
KillianSera’s kindness made me feel like a fraud. Her hand, unmarred by the blood of her enemies, rested on my leg with emotion shining in her eyes, blue like a midnight sky. I’d earned none of it.Evening dawned outside the windows. Dark would come sooner than we wanted.Francesco was dead, and I was going to repay his betrayal by dumping him in the Delaware River.Tommaso leaned on the doorframe, waiting for an answer, but my gaze had returned to Sera. I didn’t deserve her, but she was mine. She was mine, and Francesco had no right snarling that she was just some dollar sign too good to pass up.And I was hers. God help anyone who tried to harm her again.I shook my head and rose. Enough touchy-feely. There was work to be done.“The swamp,” I told Tommaso. He jerked a nod and turned to leave, but I added, harsher than I meant to, “I’m going. I need to see this through.”Sera jumped up and grabbed my sleeve. “I’m coming, too.”“No,” I bared instinctively, which earned me a look so v
SeraIt was one thing to watch a betrayal, but to experience it firsthand was another. The lasting impact on the heart and a syndicate’s hierarchy was hard to watch.But there was no room for faltering emotion in this world.Killian and Tommaso allowed themselves to grieve Francesco as his covered body sank under the surface. In the car back to the manor, it was just as quiet as the ride to the river. Tension was palpable as the pair lost themselves in thought, likely considering how to move pieces around to ensure the Ricci name stayed strong and unyielding. The death of an upper-ranking soldier could be seen as a weak spot to the other families.When we pulled into the garage, Killian got out first and offered a hand to help me out of the car. I met his eyes and knew in an instant that, somehow, he was over it. He’d moved on. No more grief—no use for it.I glanced at Tommaso and found the same thing.We went inside, kicking off our muddy boots, and Killian slipped his hand out of mi
KillianThe blinds hadn’t been closed. Watery morning sunlight blared in my face as I rolled over.I groaned, lifting my arm to shield my eyes, but I froze when Sera moaned softly in her sleep behind me. I craned to look at her over my shoulder.Lord, spare my unredeemable ass. Curled up on her side, she was beautiful even in her sleep. She would likely punch me square in the nose, however, if I told her she was drooling on my silk pillowcase and had a fearsome bedhead.I slipped out of bed and crossed into the closet across the room, changing quickly and quietly. Sera didn’t stir when I opened the door, either. I just hoped she didn’t hear it close. She’d want to kill me for leaving before she woke up again.I left the door to the office open for Tommaso whenever he got around to start the day. And what a day it was going to be. This world was just a game of chess, I reminded myself, but today I was going to move the pieces. Even if they were covered knee-deep in shit.I dialed Patri
Sera“We can find her later,” I had caught Tommaso say as I reached the door to Killian’s office. Did he mean Paige?I looked between Killian and Tommaso, waiting for an answer, but Tommaso avoided my gaze, and Killian was roaming his gaze up and down my body as if my dress left little to the imagination.Their silence was more than suspicious, so I crossed my arms and turned my look into a glare. “Is this about your mission before the plane crash?” I demanded of Tommaso, who cleared his throat and took a deep breath.“Just someone we hear’s got some fellas who might be perfect for filling our ranks.”I narrowed my eyes. What a bunch of bull—at least some of it. They were working on filling gaps, but the “she” was clearly debatable. But I knew better than to push it. I wouldn’t get any real answers.“Whatever,” I grumbled, turning back to Killian. “Are you going to get dressed, or what?”He was already dressed decently nice for so early in the morning. I wasn’t going to penalize him f
SeraLater, I was curled up on a big chair in the parlor with comfier clothes and a cup of coffee, watching the snowfall that had begun when we returned to the manor. Penny had gone to put Michael down for a nap, Tommaso went to rest as he had promised Killian, and Killian went to his office. I didn’t mind him doing so, as long as it wasn’t for the rest of the day.There was a knock on the door. I turned to see Killian there, spinning a car key on its loop with one finger. “Want to go somewhere?”I was on my feet instantly, running over to him, coffee forgotten on a side table. “Yes! Where to?”“You’ll see.”Equally excited and suspicious, I followed him to the garage. I faltered when he got into the front seat. No other guys were around. The last time we took a car by ourselves things didn’t end so well.I shook my head free of flashbacks of the car wreck. I paused at the passenger side. “Killian?”He rolled down the black-tinted window. “We’re safe. I promise.”Sometimes it was hard
KillianWomen liked to be wooed with wealth. Sera was no exception, but it had to be tailored to her specific tastes, which meant tying sentimentality into the display. I had no idea, but wasn’t entirely surprised, that she wasn’t well-traveled. Her bastard father didn’t even like his wife walking out the door to go to the mall, it seemed.Taking the jet for a joyride was a break we both needed. Francesco’s death and “burial” were still a cloud overhead, so what better way to banish that than with real clouds?But a vacation would have to wait. My phone buzzed, and an unknown number popped up. I let it go to voicemail. Sera was my priority.When we landed, it buzzed again. Sera noticed and glanced at me as we walked toward the car. “You going to get that?”“I don’t know who it is,” I said, though my fingers itched to pick it up. There were a few people I was hoping to have calls from. Some odd instinct told me it wasn’t another buyer for the girl. “I’ll get it when we get back to the