All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Killian“There’s been an accident.” Patrick’s pale face washed with frantic exasperation as he repeated the words. I sat completely and utterly still, unable to process the words a second time.The room spun and the house tilted and trembled on its axis like a spin-top toy.I snapped back to reality with a force that nearly stopped my heart. None of my other men had gone out on any missions last night. All of the soldiers and capos were either tucked up in their designated rooms in my house, my safehouses, or home with their families.All of them except Tommaso.“No,” I said, and it was all I could think to say as I pulled myself to standing.Patrick opened his mouth and shut it again, sweat prickling along his brow as he looked from me to Sera. His tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, but he didn’t speak.“No,” I repeated, clenching my fists. I felt Sera’s panic at the tone of my voice. Her chair squeaked as she stood. Our quiet, cozy morning had shattered in an instant.I wasn’t

Sera“Sera, it’s me,” Tommaso replied, his voice hoarse and strained. I almost sank to my knees in relief. “Where’s Killian?”“We’re at the airport, Tommaso. Where the hell are you?”“The hospital. The airport crew who reached the plane first insisted, and the ambulance showed up and I was in no shape to protest.”“Are you hurt?”“Broken nose, a concussion, nothing serious. Where is Killian?” he repeated, as if my initial response wasn’t specific enough.“He’s been trying to call you!”“My phone is still in the plane.” Frustration punctuated every word.I turned to where Killian was talking to several officers. “Killian!”He either didn’t hear me or just ignored me.“Killian!” I shouted, and he and several others turned, likely noticing me for the first time. “It’s your business associate,” I said, deciding screaming Tommaso’s name probably wasn’t the best idea. “He would like to speak to you.”Killian’s expression morphed through a series of emotions ranging from ice-cold seriousness

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

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

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