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
SeraI didn’t want Killian to leave, especially when no one knew when he would come back.If he came back.I banished the terrible thought before it could take over. It wasn’t hard because I was too focused on Killian’s mouth leading a path of kisses up the inside of my thigh. This was one hell of a farewell-for-now.I was perched on the edge of his bed while Killian knelt before me. A mafia king, the Hand of Death, was kneeling only for me. He’d already taken my dress off to discover my lacy, scanty lingerie. He’d announced that they needed to come off as well, but he was taking his time doing it.“I won’t be gone long,” Killian murmured against my skin, his breath sending a shiver through my body, making my lower abdomen tighten. I couldn’t close my legs even if I wanted to because he held one of them hostage by the back of the knee, spreading me just a little. Then his voice was a growl. “I’ll make sure of it.”“You better—oh,” I whimpered at the light scrape of teeth just a few in
KillianMy hand tightened on my revolver as I crouched in the scant undergrowth of forest, fingers itching to shoot something.The moon hung above us in the starlit sky, the wind biting through my overcoat and slicing my cheeks. Fuck winter. Why the hell was I here instead of in my bed warmed by Sera?I was tired and irritated after watching the log cabin at the bottom of the slope for the past two hours. There was no evidence of life within it.“How the hell does Alphonsi know Niccolò’s in there?” Tommaso asked beside me, his breath clouding in front of him. The other guys were holding down the fort at the hotel we booked while we tried to make sure we had the right location. “And why isn’t the bastard here freezing his ass off with us?”It wasn’t the first time that question was asked. Scott’s reasoning was that his men already put in their hours tracking Niccolò’s movements. There was also the concern that this was just a setup between Scott and Niccolò and that the latter had some
SeraI was asleep in Killian’s room, surrounded by his musk and soft silk, when I woke to the sound of people shouting and shattering glass.Dread sluiced through my body, adrenaline replacing the blood in my veins, as I chose fight over flight without pausing. I ran to Killian’s closet where I knew he kept a small arsenal of weapons. It had been a while since I’d used a handgun, and my awkwardness with the one in the forest when Francesco tried to kidnap me proved it wasn’t my best weapon, so I grabbed a serrated knife. Not that I had much experience with that, either. I wished I’d had more lessons with Tommaso.Forgetting that I was only wearing a skimpy nightgown, I wrenched open the door—and nearly ran headfirst into Olivia, who had clearly run to find me.Her eyes were wide, and her voice shook when she gasped, “Cops. They’re trashing the place.”Run the house, Killian had said.Another rush of adrenaline shot through me, but I knew I had to keep my cool. More noises of destructi
KillianWe stalked down the snowy slope like wolves creeping in on prey. Halfway down, my phone buzzed in my back pocket.Everyone skidded to a stop and Scott hissed, “The fuck did you bring your phone for?”I silenced it against my better judgment. “Just an update from the house,” I hissed back. “It’s fine.”I made it all of two more steps before it buzzed again. Who the hell would be calling me at four in the morning? It couldn’t be Reggie, could it? Nothing could be going on at this time.I silenced it again.Another few steps.It buzzed insistently.I felt the guys’ annoyance, even my own, spike the already sharp air. They were already on edge with this mission. They didn’t need a buzzing phone grating on their nerves.“Give me a second,” I snapped at their glares, pulling out my phone to look at the caller ID. It was Reggie. “Hello—”Scott scoffed and gave the motion to move. “Let’s just go.”My heart lurched. “No—”But even my guys took off after Scott, storming down the hill an
SeraI walked through the halls feeling like I was exploring a ghost town.The Ricci Manor looked as if a tornado had gone through it, tearing up its insides but leaving the outsides untouched.If a tornado wore blue and black Kevlar.My rage and sadness at Briggs and his men led to dark thoughts. I could light a match, burn the whole thing down, and use a bulldozer to clear the whole mess. Over the years, the manor had been stained with blood, death, and all manners of vice and violence. If these walls could talk, they wouldn’t have a lot of nice things to say. Right now, the situation wasn’t much better than it had been during one of those shootouts with another mob family.Rooms were trashed, furniture shredded and broken, closets turned upside down, the kitchen full of broken glass, doors kicked in. It was all completely unnecessary. Those men just wanted to destroy anything they could get their hands on to prove they could.It was five in the morning by the time they left, having
TommasoWe were sorely beat.Sporting bruised skin and bruised egos, Killian took off back to the manor while Patrick and Alonzo joined Scott’s men in tracking Niccolò. Adrian and I rifled through the cabin for any damning clues to the Marinos’ shady businesses. Why had he been hiding out here really? Hiding from Killian, sure, but there had to be more to it.It was clear that he’d been staying here for a decent amount of time. There was a bed and a few sleeping bags—I snorted at the visual of a little mob sleepover—and a desk with a cabinet of drawers. They were stashed with all kinds of paperwork, but they were all in Italian. Shamefully, I wasn’t fluent in the language of my proud heritage.Neither was Adrian. He stuffed the paperwork in a satchel he’d brought along for just this purpose. “I’ll find a translator.”“How’s your head?” I asked, helping him clear out the comically large amount of papers. Surely, not all of it was imperative to whatever Niccolò was involved in. No one w
KillianThe holdup was that my jet pilot, Gavin, was sound asleep in his hotel room, which I didn’t have a key for.After passing through the lobby without the graveyard shift front desk woman noticing how beat to shit I was, I showered quickly and returned with fresh clothes. She was skeptical but gave me an extra key to enter Gavin’s room. From there, I hauled him into the shower and hit him with freezing cold water to jolt him awake.Assuring me he was awake enough to fly, he dressed, and we hurried to the jet.I was a mess of nerves the entire flight back to Philly. Gavin wasn’t entirely awake. I didn’t have any bars to call Reggie’s phone back. Was Sera all right? Was she hurt? She didn’t sound hurt over the phone, just frantic. She said Briggs destroyed something. She had to mean the house.The bastard broke in, I realized with rage simmering in my veins. He broke into my home.To do what? Hurt my staff? Raid?Shit. What did Briggs steal from me?Gavin landed, and we drove to th