All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

KillianFidanzato. Fidanzata.Boyfriend. Girlfriend.Sera and I were an official couple, just as she had wanted for a while now. And it didn’t feel different between us, which was one of my irrational fears. If we had new titles, there would be new commitments and unspoken rules set by society. Was I expected to bring her flowers and remember first dates and hold her hand at certain times? Sera, with a secret taste for luxury, was otherwise simple to please. But it was already established that she liked sentimental gifts that had more personal touches behind them. She liked memories.And damn, would I make the best ones for her.Including indulging her pleas for friends.I wasn’t a fan of her “comfy” clothes, which made her look like a college student with barely enough money to buy groceries. I wanted to rip them off and take her on my desk. I’d had a taste of her last night and it had satiated me, but now I was hungry for more.I shook my head and scrubbed at my face. Get a grip, Ri

KillianTommaso got a kick out of my “lost puppy look” when Olivia told me Sera had just left with Penelope (and Alonzo and Reggie; at least she honored my protective wishes sometimes) to go shopping.“What does the king do when his queen’s not here?” He chuckled.Olivia scowled at both of us like we were misbehaving teenagers. “Kings and their royal advisors follow their queen’s orders to look nice for the ball.”Tommaso scoffed in offense. “I look nice!”Olivia’s gaze raked him up and down. I had no idea where she got the gall to treat us like this, but I was too impressed to pull her off her pedestal. Sera’s stubbornness and impetuousness must have brought out the maid’s.“Yes, but not party-ready. Mr. Ricci, lend him one of your silk suits. Sera’s orders.”“Are they now?” Tommaso mused, only half believing her.Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.” Then she slammed the double doors in our faces.“Why,” Tommaso said as headed to my room, “did that hurt more than a knife to the gut?”I rol

KillianSera’s near-comical reaction to her best friend’s appearance was well worth her disappointment in thinking I was denying her that happiness. I thought I’d seen her happy before, but this was so much more compared to that. She was on cloud nine.Selfishly, I wanted to steal her away from Emma after a good hour of them chatting it up over Rosemary’s desserts. It hadn’t been difficult to get Emma here, but she’d had a lot of questions I refused to answer. I needed to make sure she was safe once this was all over. I’d taken out a lot of our enemies, but Sera was still a wanted woman.I wanted to dance with her in that form-fitting dress and stare at her ample bosom.I set my glass of wine down. Why did it feel like I’d drunk twice past my limit?“Is someone jealous?”I started at Caterina’s voice but didn’t let it show. Like all of the other women, she was a vision. We hadn’t spoken yet today, and part of me was hoping I wouldn’t have to. “Ridiculous.”“Look,” she said without pre

SeraMy legs still faintly ached when I came to. I felt makeup smeared across my face, and I realized I was lucky I didn’t blind myself by getting mascara in my eyes.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Killian said, coming in from the hallway. As usual, he had woken up long before me. But this time, he was carrying a breakfast tray; the tantalizing scent of French toast made my mouth water.A flash of panic shocked the dregs of sleep away. “What time is it?”“Relax, amore,” he mused, setting the tray on the table in case I wasn’t ready to accept it. “It’s only ten.”“Oh, okay, good. You brought me breakfast in bed. French toast is my favorite, you know.”“Really? What a coincidence.” Killian set the tray over my lap, and my stomach growled at the gorgeous sight. Pepper always managed to outdo himself.I shot Killian a wry look. “You asked my mom, didn’t you?”He climbed back in bed with me, dressed nicely but still looking tousled. Propping our pile of pillows up so we could lean back, he ad

SeraI watched the SUVs leave into the snowy landscape. Big, fat flakes drifted by, and with all the Christmas lights on, the night still felt calm and magical. I was determined to keep it that way, if not for my sake, then the rest of the household’s.It was planned a few days ago that Olivia, Penny, Joyce, Callie, Pepper, and Rosemary would help me make this the Christmas to remember for Dustin. We’d make it special for Michael, too, though he wouldn’t remember a moment. His mom would take plenty of pictures, though. We planned to make more cookies, drink hot chocolate, watch Christmas movies, and do whatever Dustin wanted to do since it was his first real Christmas Eve.“Every year, Mom just spends a little more on dinner than usual and gets me a gift that’s less of a want and more of a need,” Dustin had told me in the kitchen earlier that day while we ate lunch. He shrugged when the staff and I reacted with shock and sympathy. “It’s all I really had, but I enjoyed it. She still ma