All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

KillianThe high of the chase had diminished, but my blood still fizzed, and I needed an outlet.Conveniently, Sera was already in my lap. With the trip back to Philly so short and the guys chatting in the main part of the cabin, it was perfect timing and didn’t have to last long. She deserved better than a quickie, but it couldn’t hurt to offer.Well, physically, it could. My face and hands hurt like a bitch. But I’d been through worse, and a few little papercuts weren’t going to stop me from pleasuring my woman.I adjusted her in my lap, starting to kiss her neck. Sera sucked in a breath but didn’t protest or pull away. In fact, her moan was an invitation as she rolled her hips.“You’re mine, Sera,” I rasped huskily.Sera whimpered, her fingers knotting in my hair. “Killian…”I stood, turned, and tossed her on the bed in one fluid motion. Sera grunted but didn’t scold me as I dropped my pants. She wriggled like a beached fish to get her underwear off and fling it to the side. She sp

SeraThe next few days flew by. While I was busy modernizing the manor with Mom and the rest of the staff eager to do some womanly home renovation, Killian was busy with mafia operations. With the threat of Niccolò and Briggs gone, and Morozov family sated, there weren’t any others—that I knew of, at least. But he wasn’t constantly breaking off conversations to take care of something, and Tommaso wasn’t telling him someone was urgently on the phone.It was nice. It was really nice. Almost normal.Especially because he had more time for me.Mom and Dustin had free reign of the manor. She quickly settled into housework, even though it wasn’t necessary. Mom loved cooking, cleaning, and lounging around with baby Michael. Despite not having many human connections over the years, she made quick friends with everyone. In turn, everyone took to her. It was hard to dislike Caterina Morelli unless you were on her bad side.Meanwhile, homebody Dustin was content with his online schooling and ten

Sera“My office is open to both of you when you’re ready,” Killian said.My heart skipped a beat. It was an obvious invitation into the lion’s den where the Hand of Death planned all operations. He was letting me into his world. I would be included in his dastardly schemes. It shouldn’t be exciting, but it was, because he wasn’t going to keep me in the shadows any longer.His fingers brushed mine, and I wanted to hold his hand so badly, but the poisonous glare Mom gave us prevented it.I clenched my jaw. “Killian, mind if I talk to my mom alone for a second?”He dipped his head and slipped out.Inhaling to gather my courage, I looked my mother in the eye and said, “I’m an adult, Mom, and I’m in a relationship with Killian. I know we’re just getting reacquainted, and the last thing I want to do is lose you again, but—”Mom suddenly crushed me in a hug. “Involving yourself with Killian Ricci is a death sentence, Serafina. This life is dangerous enough as it is. I don’t want you in the t

SeraThe day after desk sex, I was still rattled by my behavior. I had no idea what came over me when I woke up and my core started to pulse when my first thoughts were about Killian.Maybe I needed a bigger buffer between normalcy and the chaos of Niccolò’s death. Maybe it was because I promised he could lick me anywhere. Maybe it was because I wanted to explore less “vanilla” acts. Maybe it was because I wanted to butter him up to ask him if I could throw a Christmas party.Well, I didn’t get to ask him because Riccardo Marino just had to throw a wrench in the mood. I had no idea what was in that email, but once Killian received it, he went straight back to work, and I could do nothing to draw him away.And whether he allowed one or not, I was going to do it anyway, starting with one of the best Christmas traditions: baking cookies. But the best part of that was being able to do it with my mother.Considering I was seven years old the last time we’d spoken, I never got the sex talk

SeraWith nothing else to focus on, I had plenty of time to plan a party before Christmas Eve. Killian had plenty of time to plan the cull of a syndicate.The staff was thrilled to be allowed to add joy and color to the old mansion. Even though it was already decorated, Killian gave the green light (aka his black card) to go and buy whatever we needed. A few days after that, snowflakes hung from the ceiling, mistletoe from doorframes, wreaths on every door, fake snow tucked into corners, hallway tables had diorama scenes, and every single stair railing was coiled with garland. It looked like something out of a Hallmark movie.The only one complaining was Giuliana. “Too many lights! That’s not where that goes! That Santa looks gouache!” But no one listened to Giuliana because there was magic in the house, for the first time in a long time.Late one night, after everyone had gone to bed, I was still wired from the hard work of the day, so I convinced Killian to cuddle and make out in my