All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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

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

SeraKillian slept for another six hours.During that time, Tommaso and the others had returned equally bruised, cut, and exhausted, but otherwise intact. The hallways were cleared and cleaned, and the staff shared lunch. Chief Edwards had called back with good news, he told me, but I told him to call again in the evening, when Killian was awake. I took a cat nap for an hour, watched two movies with Penny, found a puzzle in a closet and half completed it with Joyce, and helped Rosemary make two apple pies.I was picking an outfit for him when he finally stirred around three in the afternoon. Killian rolled onto his back and scrubbed his eyes with a groan.I perched on my side of the bed and smiled at him. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Little cold, there?”He glanced down to see that he’d kicked the covers to the end of the bed, leaving him completely exposed. Swearing, he yanked the blanket to his chin. “The fuck?”I threw my head back and howled with laughter, something I hadn’t done in

SeraMaking out with Killian on a private jet dressed in the most risqué piece of clothing I’d ever worn definitely made up for him skipping out on furniture shopping. The slip gave me the confidence to want to initiate where we’d left off earlier, but I was also too excited to see where he was taking me. It had to be out of state. Otherwise, we would have driven. And it had to be a restaurant. There weren’t many things that were attached to the word reservation.Killian’s hand gripped my thigh, threatening to move upward, but the plane began to descend. With a growl of frustration at the interruption, he gently pushed me to my feet. “Wear the black one.”I hummed a laugh as I returned to the bedroom to change. “So insistent.”After wriggling into the first one I’d tried on, which was my favorite, too, I touched up my hair and makeup, which were decent enough that I didn’t have to worry about needing a brush. I just hoped wherever he was taking me, people wouldn’t be judgmental of the

KillianWatching the pure, childlike awe radiating off Sera had been its own experience.In the taxi on the way to the airport, I pictured her. Sera’s blue eyes had been wide with wonder. Her lips were chapped and would threaten to split the skin, but her mouth had stretched in the broadest smile I had ever seen on her. The flush of pink on her nose was adorable, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that. As she’d looked around the city, the lights shined on her snowflake-dusted hair, and the coils of air that coalesced from her breath briefly wreathed her face.Decorating the house for Christmas. That didn’t sound so bad. The last time the halls were decked out in reds and greens was so long ago, I couldn’t quite place it. My mother still had life within her at the time, still had her senses, and she and Joyce would put up decorations while the men and I munched on sugar cookies. Growing up, my father hadn’t participated in any decorating, but he always attended the Christmas feast.I pictu