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Taken by the Mafia King Driving Like a Mad Man
KillianIt was Niccolò’s cabin all over again.Just when I thought things could go smoothly, just when I was confident enough that my loved ones were safe, it all went to shit.“What kind of fucking karma is this?” I’d snarled to myself as I’d bolted out of the warehouse and into the rain that picked up into a downpour for the car. I’d shouted to a few of my friends as I hurried to the car. “Tommaso, let’s go! Adrian, lock the house down! Patrick, oversee this deal!”“Ricci!” Harry Bower had called from across the parking lot. “Sorry if I said something wrong! I’ll be in touch.”I had already been enraged. Annoyance at the bastard’s glib remark had stoked my inner fire to a raging inferno. I’d waved him off as I’d jumped into the driver’s seat, Tommaso and Adrian a second behind. We were drenched from the rain, and it made me wonder if the thunderstorm was still rolling over the house.I’d rammed the SUV in drive and put the pedal to the metal, peeling out of the lot and heading towar
Taken by the Mafia King Catalyst
SeraRaw, unyielding terror paralyzed me.The day I’d been kidnapped from the school, a bag yanked over my head as I was thrown into a van and driven to the Marino mansion to be sold, had been the start of a journey through hell. There had been several men in that van. I knew I would never recognize all of their voices, but one of them had seemed so familiar.It wasn’t until the second I heard that voice in the dark again that I knew exactly whose it was.That night, he’d said, “Yeah, that’s a Bianchi, alright. I could spot one from a mile away.”My father’s faithful righthand, Mattia Greco.And now he was in my house, in my bed, his fingers slipping my nightgown’s strap down my shoulder.I forgot how to breathe as I stared at him, frozen, even as his brown eyes, black as a void in the dark room lightened only by the moonlight outside, took me in hungrily. “I came to offer my condolences,” he said, his voice raspy as if he hadn’t spoken in a while. “For your father. It was a true tra
Taken by the Mafia King Bang!
SeraKillian took a threatening step forward. “Get your fucking hands off her!” he snarled.“That’s not very good negotiating,” Mattia purred, sliding the knife along my throat. I gasped as I felt the skin break. A bead of blood dripped down. Killian flinched with fear and rage, his calm facade cracking. “I’ve been wanting to touch her for a while. Now’s finally my chance. You wouldn’t mind if I just tested her a little? You’re just like the rest of us men, right? Women are just things for the taking.”Killian was speechless with rage. But he didn’t shoot. He knew as well as everyone that Mattia could cut me faster than a bullet could enter his brain. “What do you want?” my king demanded.Mattia clicked his tongue, pressing his cheek to mine, his finger sliding along the strap of my underwear. He released it, snapping it painfully, and then slid his hand up my stomach closer to my breasts. I jerked. The knife nicked me just a centimeter next to the first cut.Mattia didn’t even wince,
Taken by the Mafia King In the Garden of Eden
KillianI carried Sera all the way to the kitchen after wrapping her in a comforter from the nearest guest room. Caterina, Olivia, and Joyce rushed in like ER nurses to clean and bandage her up. I wanted to call Dr. Enstrom, but Sera insisted it wasn’t necessary.The tension in the room was palpable, sour and negative, and the moment I set Sera down at the table. Caterina tried to push me away, but Sera caught my arm with her uninjured one and whimpered, “Don’t leave me.”“Never,” I told her fiercely, refusing to leave her side as the women patched her up. Her throat and right cheek had thin lines that would disappear without scarring in time. The cut in her upper right arm, however, was deeper and needed stitches. It would heal as well but take longer to disappear.My heart refused to return to a normal pace. I was shaken up, though I would never admit it, but I would make my anger known. Sera and Tommaso somehow collaborated to make a move. My best friend distracted me from the issu
Taken by the Mafia King Never Again
SeraI was slightly alarmed that my state of shock faded within the next hour. Had I really gone through so many traumatic experiences that I was barely fazed anymore?But the pain of my injuries didn’t get better. They smarted and stung, and it hurt to talk. And eat. All I wanted to do was enjoy Pepper’s chicken noodle soup, but every swallow sent a sharp ache down my nerves. I quickly gave up and took Olivia’s offer to head up to the “apartment” Killian used to live in when he was younger. Mom and Penny were already in the process of transferring my belongings up there. It went unspoken that I wasn’t going to return to either of my former bedrooms for a while.“Do you want one of us to help you shower?” Olivia asked. “We can wrap up your scratches again, no problem.”I did want to shower. Mattia’s blood was crusted in my hair. Even though my friends had cleaned me up, there were still flecks of red drying on my face, neck, arms, and legs. And I desperately wanted to change my clothe
Taken by the Mafia King He Can Make it Better
SeraI was probably scarred in more ways than one from the Mattia ordeal, and maybe I was still running on adrenaline that impaired my decision-making, but I knew I was still sane and doing what I meant to do.My core was starting to throb faintly, and making love to Killian was the best way I could think of to relieve my stress. It was better than attempting to sleep. I was still too amped up to even try.Killian shook his head despite the flash of intrigue in his eyes. What man actually wanted to deny his woman sex? “You’re too injured, amore. You need sleep.”I felt a surge of desperation, tears stinging my eyes as I admitted the fear already eating away at me. “I need you to touch me because he tried to touch me.”Rage passed over Killian’s face like a shadow. When it was gone, there was only compassion, something I realized I’d rarely seen on him before. I knew it was in him, but this was one of the few times he was vulnerable enough to show it.He scooted closer until we were pr
Taken by the Mafia King Waking Up Whole
SeraI slept fitfully. The pain medications eventually wore off, and my injuries kept hurting. I didn’t sleep on my left side often, but that was the best way to keep my body from hurting. Adjusting to that was awkward. Mild nightmares didn’t help, either.But each time I woke, Killian was there. Whether he was jolted awake or already awake, he was there to hush and comfort me that the living nightmare was over, that I was safe. And that lulled me back into peaceful oblivion.Eventually, my body decided I’d had enough sleep, and I blinked awake, mostly rested, to find Killian with his back to me. I heard his phone keyboard tapping.I smiled and nestled my face against his upper back. “You’re fine being the little spoon?”Killian chuckled softly. “No one must know,” he said with mock seriousness. “How are you feeling?”“As good as I can be,” I admitted, wanting to rest my arm over him, but that wasn’t doable. “I’m just glad I got sleep at all, so that’s all that matters.”Killian rolle
Taken by the Mafia King Secrets Discovered
SeraMemories of a friend I once knew as a child rushed back.“That’s Paige Bruno,” I gasped, swiping the photo before Tommaso could hide it.Or what was left of her, I thought with a devastated heart. In the Polaroid, she was sitting on the ground, covered in dirt, and even with the flash on, it was hard to tell what color her hair was. Her pretty red hair, always in some sort of braid, gleaming in the sun as we chased each other through the yard. She was hardly recognizable.My fear sharpened into anger. I glared at Tommaso. “What the hell is going on? Why do you have this? Where is she? Who took this picture and when?”For such a broad-shouldered, confident, often cheery guy, Tommaso had a sudden knack for shrinking. He was eyeing the photo in my hand, and I knew he was calculating his chances of swiping it back. He had balls, thinking it would be easy to steal from someone who couldn’t move their right arm.“I’ve already seen it,” I snapped before he could get any words out, clutc
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