SeraI woke up because my new ring did some damage.It matched my great-grandmother’s wedding ring, which was a gold set with a stunning round diamond with three smaller ones on either side. The style was simple and classy for a rich mob boss, but it was still a big ol’ real diamond, so it was quite the flex.The engagement ring was more minimal and was shaped to conform around the wedding band’s stones. I couldn’t wait to fit them together. However and whenever the hell Killian got it made so quickly, I was fine not knowing.But it also nicked Killian’s cheek when I flung out my arm to stretch.Killian flinched awake as a bead of blood appeared from the scratch. “What the hell?”I jerked up, running my hand through my hair to push it out of my face, where it immediately got caught in the ring. I yelped in pain when I ripped out a few strands pulling it free. Skull throbbing, I gasped, “I’m so sorry, amore! Are you okay?”Killian sat up, too, not bothering to wipe the blood away so he
KillianTommaso wouldn’t stop bouncing his leg, and it was vibrating through my desk.We were poring over stacks of records, using one of Adrian’s laptops to search for Mattia’s whereabouts, and sorting through Andre’s assets simultaneously. Half of my attention was still on Sera. I hated to leave her, especially when her expression was almost heartbroken. But she had to understand that she and the family’s safety was a priority—at least during work hours.Damn. I should have told her that. But my concentration on this work was disrupted by the faint rattling sound.“Something on your mind, Conti?”Tommaso jerked his head up. “What?”“You’re shaking my desk.”He stopped his leg. “Shit. Sorry. Didn’t realize I was doing that.”“What are you thinking about?” I asked my friend.“Egypt,” Tommaso admitted, tossing a paper on the stack. “I’ve had a lot of leads, but now I’ve hit a dead end.”“Then go,” I urged. “Our biggest threat is dead, the holidays are over, and you’ve fulfilled all
SeraI’d barely talked to Mom while we baked. I’d stared at Olivia when she wasn’t looking.Olivia had given him a nudge, too. Why would she do such a thing?Olivia and Penny had heard my conversation with Mom at the dress shop about mafia wives. She’d thought it her place to tell Killian?The feeling of betrayal after being on such a high of joy was like a crushing weight. Maybe I was stupid to believe it was purely Killian’s idea. The thought of him being directly influenced by my own mother, of all people, or one of my friends made me nauseous. And why would they say anything in the first place? Who were they to play matchmaker?As soon as we’d finished baking, I’d stormed to Killian’s office and demanded answers, but my anger was too much to truly consider them. They made sense, and deep down, I believed him, but I’d been tricked and lied to before by the people closest to me, and that was what it felt like—like my friends betrayed my trust.It was stupid and childish and I loathe
KillianI’d continued to work with Tommaso and Adrian, who came in shortly after Sera stormed out, but my attention was even more divided.My priorities were shifting, and it seemed to happen when I wasn’t looking, because now I couldn’t decide what came first—mafia work or my new fiancée. The former was my lifeblood. I was so deeply rooted in it that I knew nothing else. Maybe that was why the latter was occupying my mind? Because Sera and the life and light she brought was like a taste of the forbidden fruit that showed me that there was a better, less bloody, less violent and lonely world beyond the one I knew?“Killian.”I didn’t hear my guys repeating my name before Tommaso slammed his hand down on my desk. I jerked out of my own thoughts and snapped out of embarrassment, “The fuck?”Tommaso’s look was wry. “Something on your mind, Ricci?”I scowled. “I can’t fucking focus. I’m done for the day. You two can keep combing through or take the rest of the week off.”They were baffled
SeraIf I wasn’t a fan of rodents before, I sure the hell wasn’t now.Mom helped me wash the mouse’s blood off my hand, and Olivia brought me clothes to change into. She knew me well; she chose an oversized sweater and leggings. Killian gave us space as I took my time in the bathroom getting dressed and recomposing myself. My mother hovered, and I couldn’t blame her. If my child was traumatized, I’d hover, too.I didn’t see who took care of the mouse because by the time I came out of the bathroom, it and the pillows were gone, and the bed was completely stripped.“We’ll figure this out,” Killian promised.I opened my mouth to say thank you, but Mom interrupted with a bark. “What is ‘this,’ Killian? Did someone break in and put that there?”The thought crossed my mind and terrified my heart. It had happened before. Briggs’ raid planted a seed of doubt that we were safe here. But most of the men had been gone then. What about the security system? Was it faulty? No, I highly doubted Kill
KillianDespite my decades of experience, the dozens of connections I’d made, and the roster of people I had firsthand knowledge of, I knew very little of Andre Bianchi’s righthand man, Mattia Greco.“I’ll tell you more about him later,” Caterina promised darkly before I left the kitchen.I still felt Sera’s stare burning into my back as I walked the perimeter of the massive property. Half an inch of snow covered the ground. Our boots crunched through it as we turned over every stone, checked every crevice, and scanned every inch of the landscape.While Adrian was busy with security and Patrick was bodyguarding the girls, the rest of my guys, including Tommaso, Alonzo, and Reggie fanned out to cover more ground, focusing on searching for footprints left in the snow. Pleasantly surprising, Sera’s brother Dustin had offered his help, and he was now combing through the line of half-bare hedges along the tall wall Sera once tried to climb over to escape.I hadn’t seen it firsthand, but Mi
SeraWhile Killian and the guys scoured the grounds, Patrick guarded the girls and me at the mall. Penny clutched baby Michael tight. It was clear she wasn’t going to let him out of her sight if there was any kind of threat now, no matter who tried to convince her everyone was safe. And even though Patrick had a gun on him and was more than capable against any attacker, I still felt the need to look over my shoulder, feeling like I was being watched.If it was Mattia who put that mouse under my pillow, it only raised a dozen questions. How did he get into the mansion if there’s no security footage? Did he somehow find a blind spot in the cameras? How did he know which room was mine—or did he know at all? What if it was just pure coincidence? My gut instinct said no.Why would my father’s right hand target me? Did he know I was important to Killian, and Mattia wanted to avenge Andre’s death with revenge?I stopped the horrible thought in its tracks and banished it.The whole trip, incl
Killian“Found something!” Tommaso had called.The search party ran to where Tommaso pointed at the ground. It had been snowing on and off for a while, but they were there.Footprints.Someone did break into the house.I walked in a slow circle to scan the area. We were near the backyard, the wall only a dozen feet away. There were footprints there, too. I knew none of my men had been in this area until now, and they weren’t Tommaso’s footprints. I gestured for the guys to follow me to it.“Dustin, get on my shoulders. We need to see over the wall if there was a way for the intruder to climb up to get over.”Though he looked unsure, Dustin obeyed. With Tommaso’s help, he climbed up to stand on my shoulders and pulled himself up a bit. He was able to peer over the wall that was at least a foot thick.He gasped. “There’s a fallen tree!”Fuck.I set Dustin down and began barking orders. “Reggie, you go check it out. Alonzo, call Adrian and tell him to check the cameras on the eastern sec