All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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

SeraIt was one thing to watch a betrayal, but to experience it firsthand was another. The lasting impact on the heart and a syndicate’s hierarchy was hard to watch.But there was no room for faltering emotion in this world.Killian and Tommaso allowed themselves to grieve Francesco as his covered body sank under the surface. In the car back to the manor, it was just as quiet as the ride to the river. Tension was palpable as the pair lost themselves in thought, likely considering how to move pieces around to ensure the Ricci name stayed strong and unyielding. The death of an upper-ranking soldier could be seen as a weak spot to the other families.When we pulled into the garage, Killian got out first and offered a hand to help me out of the car. I met his eyes and knew in an instant that, somehow, he was over it. He’d moved on. No more grief—no use for it.I glanced at Tommaso and found the same thing.We went inside, kicking off our muddy boots, and Killian slipped his hand out of mi

Sera“We can find her later,” I had caught Tommaso say as I reached the door to Killian’s office. Did he mean Paige?I looked between Killian and Tommaso, waiting for an answer, but Tommaso avoided my gaze, and Killian was roaming his gaze up and down my body as if my dress left little to the imagination.Their silence was more than suspicious, so I crossed my arms and turned my look into a glare. “Is this about your mission before the plane crash?” I demanded of Tommaso, who cleared his throat and took a deep breath.“Just someone we hear’s got some fellas who might be perfect for filling our ranks.”I narrowed my eyes. What a bunch of bull—at least some of it. They were working on filling gaps, but the “she” was clearly debatable. But I knew better than to push it. I wouldn’t get any real answers.“Whatever,” I grumbled, turning back to Killian. “Are you going to get dressed, or what?”He was already dressed decently nice for so early in the morning. I wasn’t going to penalize him f

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

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