Killian“What the fuck can we do about this?” I spat, my car’s Bluetooth speaker filled with the shifting and murmuring of the two men now stuck on a call with me, and I was seething.Archie Welshman, who used to be my lawyer before he became the district judge, spoke first. His voice filled the car as I sped toward the police station. “PPD has nothing on Tommaso Conti. This arrest was wholly unjustified.”“These are your guys, Roger.” I growled Roger Edward’s name, the Chief of Police himself. “What the hell is going on?”I paid both men well to look the other way, especially Roger. I should’ve reminded him that his daughter’s tuition to Yale and the new pool house he built this summer wouldn’t have happened if not for my generous contributions to his pocketbook. I hadn’t been able to get in touch with my current lawyer yet, so these two would have to do.Roger cleared his throat, obviously on edge. “Whatever happened wasn’t run by me first, Ricci. I don’t know who ordered his releas
SeraKillian didn’t allow me to follow him into the holding area. He quickly walked me out to the car, which he’d parked along the curb right in front of the police station. I watched him disappear back into the station, watching through the tinted windows as cops and other people dressed in business casual clothing smoked cigarettes and huddled in small groups against the cold.As odd as it sounded, Killian getting arrested had never once crossed my mind. Having grown up in this strange world that ran parallel to the real world, I knew well that most cops were paid off to turn the other direction, especially when it came to bosses and capos. Well, some capos took a fall for a boss. My own father had turned over one of his capos to avoid jail time, and that man was still in jail, almost twenty years later.That hadn’t been the first time my family had had a brush with the law. I hadn’t thought about it in years, but the memory of my mother softly shaking me awake one night when I was
KillianTommaso arrived back at my house to cheers and slaps on the back. How many times had that man eluded death recently? Too many times, in my opinion. During the drive home, I’d sent a message to all my capos, telling them to meet at my house.I’d started something big without even realizing it at the time. The day I’d flown to Jersey and gone to the auction, I thought I’d just be picking up a girl to dangle over her father’s head until he broke and was left as nothing but pieces.I had only meant to buy Delaney, nothing more.Kidnapping Seraphina Bianchi changed the trajectory of my life, and the future of my family hung in the balance now.Standing in the foyer while Tommaso was showered with attention, I turned my head, looking for Sera in the crowd. She was talking with Olivia but turned to face me with a smile on her full lips. She’d handled herself well today. She played her part, and I’d reward her for it later.“Adrian,” I said, motioning to the young man. “I need you, Pa
SeraI ripped two suitcases out of my closet. Both of them designer, never once used. Whatever Killian purchased them for didn’t matter. I wouldn’t be going anywhere with him ever again.Stupid, stupid girl with stars in her eyes. Stupid girl, blinded by love, lust, diamonds, and fast cars.I couldn’t do it anymore.My hands shook as I swept my arm over the bathroom counter, sending my makeup and skincare products tumbling into one of the suitcases. I dumped drawer after drawer of my clothes into the other one.“Sera,” Olivia gasped from the doorway. “What are you doing?”“Leaving.” I blew a lock of hair away from my face as I crawled on all-fours across the room, trying to find my sneakers. Olivia set a coffee tray down on my dresser and started taking things out of the suitcases. I sat back on my heels and regretted it when my stilettos poked my rear end. “Hey, stop!”“You’re acting insane,” she snapped, and before I could intervene, she dumped the suitcase holding my clothes onto t
Tommaso“Are you ready for this?” Patrick asked me as the two of us approached the holding room.I smirked at him and replied, “I was born ready.” I didn’t know the Irishman that well, but I’d established that he could be trusted.He laughed and said, “I’ve always felt like mafia men could all be actors. We’ve got a lot of secrets we have to keep hidden behind faces of steel. Sometimes, it’s like being another person altogether.”I nodded in agreement. “Back in the day, I thought I might actually become an actor. I’d considered giving all of this up, going to Hollywood.”Patrick turned and looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Really? You ever been in a play or anything?”I answered without hesitation. “Best damn Mercutio George Washington High School ever saw.” For a moment, I thought of my death scene, how Mrs. Lambert had said she’d never seen someone die so eloquently. Well, I’d had even more practice dying since then. I could definitely pull off what we were about to do—no dying requir
KillianFrancesco saw his life flash before his eyes. When a man knew he was riding the edge between life and death, his eyes will move a certain way, images and random thoughts flickering over those final seconds as they tried to grasp all they were about to leave behind. They had only a split second to come to terms with it all before it was over, their sins, their unrequited desires, and their regrets.But some, like Francesco, stayed in their fear and did nothing but beg for mercy.“Killian,” he panted, eyes going wide. “Please.”I waited for Tommaso to leave before I sat down in the chair across from him. Everything I’d overheard through the door reeled through my mind. He’d given us far too much to even consider keeping him alive now, and he knew that.Anger and sadness melded together, creating an emotion I wasn’t too familiar with.Pity.“Who were you working for?” I asked, suddenly exhausted. I met his eyes, this man, this alleged friend who I’d known for years, even before I
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
PaigeI stood in the vestibule outside of the chapel, clutching my flowers, my heart hammering in my chest. Organ music belted through the doors, and I was just waiting for my cue.We all were. My two bridesmaids, in simple maroon dresses, stood ahead of me. Like she could feel my eyes, Lauren turned back and winked. I smiled. The dress looked spectacular on her, and I’d promised up and down that Tom would invite enough handsome men for her to go home with a date. This, of course, had been complicated by Tom choosing Killian and Stan as his two groomsmen. While I liked the older man, and he kept Lauren laughing, I didn’t exactly see the two of them as a couple.Mom stepped up next to me with a smile. Her mother-of-the-bride dress, a deep burgundy gown with gold accents, caught the light and sent it dancing. “Are you excited?”I inhaled sharply. “I kind of can’t stop thinking about the seating chart for the reception. Who have I become?”She laughed. “Your father.”Tears beaded in my e
KillianI sat behind my desk and looked out over my men. Tommaso took his usual seat. Adrian hovered in the corner like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself yet, just like he had at the beginning. Patrick was still laughing about spilling his wine. Just like old times. I stood and started pouring everyone drinks.“So,” I said, “do you have an update on the warehouses, Adrian?”He started toward my desk, then paused. An odd moment passed. It wasn’t really my desk anymore. I’d left the hunk of wood behind because I had no need for it on the island, and he’d loaded it down with computers in my absence. Despite that, I’d never seen anyone sit behind it but my father besides me.I offered Adrian a drink. “Sit.”He nodded. “Didn’t want to step on your toes. The situation is pretty simple, all told, but I can tell there’s a certain amount of grace I’m supposed to be handling this foreman with, and I don’t—”Tommaso joined me at the bar to pour. “Do you remember that foreman in the so
PaigeI tucked my arm through Tom’s and straightened my long, floral romper. He kissed me on the cheek, then knocked on the door. Joyce swung it open.“Hello!” She welcomed us both in with hugs. “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci are in the drawing room. Please, come in.”We let ourselves be bustled through the door, the wine we’d brought carried off to the kitchen, and our coats taken to some closet somewhere in the mansion. Adrian used it as a base of operations when Killian and Sera weren’t home, so I’d been here a few times since the wedding, but I’d never felt comfortable here. Finally, we were led to the closed doors of the drawing room, and Tom opened them with a smile.Inside, we found not only “Mr. and Mrs. Ricci,” but also Olivia and Patrick, Adrian and Penny—who still wouldn’t even talk about their dance at the wedding—and Sera’s mother and brother, as well as Lauren. Sera leapt up to greet us, and Killian followed a few paces behind. I threw myself into the hug just as much as Sera did—I
SeraI folded a T-shirt and put it into Killian’s suitcase. “Are you sure we need to leave so soon?”He chuckled and took the T-shirt back out, then replaced it with a suit shirt. “Very, unfortunately. Adrian is in the middle of a difficult situation with one of the warehouses, and he needs a steady hand to guide him through.”My stomach churned at the thought of leaving the villa. We’d only been here for a couple of months, and we’d promised everyone we’d return, but dammit, I wasn’t ready yet. Lazing around the villa and having sex whenever the mood took us was way too fun to stop after only a few months.“But we’ll be back soon, right?” I asked like I didn’t already know.“Cara mia.” Killian took my hands. “What is happening in that head of yours?”I sighed. “I don’t know. The thought of leaving just make me kind of sick. We just got away from all that. I don’t want to be scared again.”He studied me for a long moment. “You do look a little pale. How sick is this making you exactly
PaigeI squeezed Tom’s hand in the car on the way to the airport.“Sad to be leaving?” he asked.I smiled. “Always. It’s so magical here.”He laughed. “Not just saying that because we’ve spent most of the vacation in bed?”I ran my free hand up his leg. “No, we have weekends for that at home.”“Fair enough.” He kissed the back of my hand. “I do like going on these little vacations, though. It’s a nice escape for a few days.”I nodded. I really was going to miss Paris, but I wouldn’t have wanted to stay much longer anyway. Lauren had been texting me updates about the shelter, especially the new one as women settled in. I kept thinking about how much I was missing, how much they needed me there. And I knew Tom was feeling the same. Apparently, Lyle had his sights set on someone new, and Tom was itching to pull the trigger. Anybody else would probably think we were freaks, desperate to leave a luxury vacation to get back to our grueling jobs. But those people didn’t realize just how much
TommasoWhen I told Paige I’d set everything up for another two days in Paris, she’d immediately insisted we spend a day shopping. I put up a cursory front of complaints, but in truth, I was perfectly happy following her from store to store and carrying her bags. Even better, she loved it when I made jokes about some of the worst, frilliest, most French things we came across. She laughed and joined in. For years, I’d heard men complaining about shopping with their girlfriends—fiancées—saying it was the most boring thing in the world, but even if we weren’t laughing up a storm as we paid our way through the most expensive boutiques in Paris, I still would’ve been having a ball. The sun was shining, she kept looking at the ring I’d put on her finger with a soft wonderment I’d never seen in her eyes anymore, and my face hurt from smiling. Paige and I could’ve made a hell of an afternoon out of reading the phone book.“Stop!” she said.I froze, my free hand twitching toward the gun I’d hi
PaigeI didn’t know how long Tom and I lay there, listening to the fireworks and seeing the very top of their arcs through the sliver of windows accessible from the floor. I pillowed my head on his chest and enjoyed the steady beat of his heart. Engaged. The last time I was here, I’d been on the cusp of recovery, just starting to make strides toward the person I was today. Now, I wasn’t done—I didn’t know if there was a done for traumatized people or people in general—but I was so much better, stronger, happier than I had been.The last time Tom and I were in Paris, I’d thrown myself at him and chickened out. As much as I could stay at a private view of the Eiffel Tower, I wanted to show him just how much had changed. Just how much I meant the “yes” that had fallen so easily from my lips. I rolled on top of him.“What do you say we take this back to that hotel room you picked out?”Tom grinned and pulled me down for a kiss. I pressed myself against him, feeling every line of his body.
PaigeI sat across from Tom in an empty, stunning restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower with my head spinning like the three sips of wine I’d had with the appetizer were enough to make me drunk. He’d really rented out the Eiffel Tower. And not one floor, the whole thing. We’d ridden an empty elevator, the two-Michelin-star chef kept coming out to tell us why he’d selected particular dishes based on the information Tom had given him about our preferences, and I couldn’t hear anything but the soft classical music over the speakers. It felt like a dream.Tom took my hand. “So?”“So what?” I asked.“Was the surprise worth it?” He grinned.I looked over his suit, a forest green that brought out his eyes, worn without a tie. His dark curls tumbled into his face. I’d never seen him look so perfectly put together and so casual. He looked…well, he looked exactly like the man I’d fallen in love with. Nothing like the one who’d scared me so badly all those months ago in Cairo.“I get the
TommasoDespite how much I wanted Paige to keep that little black dress on, we had a few hours before the Tower officially emptied out for our use. I talked her into putting on something a little more walkable and keeping the lingerie on. As if to punish me for my restraint, she picked a pair of tiny, wide-legged shorts that showed the tops of the garters attached to her stockings every time she moved and a fitted blouse. I changed and somehow convinced myself to leave the hotel room instead of stripping everything off her and spending the hours in bed.She took my hand as we stepped into the lobby. “I should’ve known. When you plan a surprise, it’s never just one thing. Where are we off to first?”“So nosy.” I smiled.“You’re right, I’ll stop asking.” She slid the room key out of her pocket and fiddled with it for a second, then dropped it. With a small smile, she bent at the waist to pick it up, exposing those garter straps again.I grabbed her waist and hurried her the final few st