All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

KillianLights, music, and rowdy voices from Andre’s cabin echoed through the dark forest all the way to where we were parked half a mile down the road. “The paranoid bastard probably has guards everywhere,” Caterina said from the passenger seat. “We’ll need to sneak in there on foot. To reiterate, you all want to bust through the door, bullets flying?”All five of the men in our vehicle concurred, “Yes.”Caterina shook her head slowly, then continued, “Fine. We’ll go through the front door. Generally, there are at least ten of his biggest, most bloodthirsty guys on the perimeter as guards. Surrounding him personally are only five; they’re more brains than brawn but no less dirty. Everyone else is partygoers. Wives and sidepieces aren’t allowed, but they might have other paid girls.” “Don’t touch any of them. If they need saving, we save them. Is that understood?” I asked my men.Everyone nodded, and I knew I could trust them.“Good.” Caterina’s eyes, like the dark blue depths of th

Killian“The north wall,” Caterina ordered, pointing to the stretch of wall decorated with five six-foot tall paintings. “The middle one is a trap door.”With Tommaso guarding Caterina’s back, we forged a path through the quickly thinning crowd across the room. The plank floor was more of a carpet of bodies. The club lights had turned off, leaving only dim ceiling lighting. The chaos simmered down to a dark anticipation. Who would crawl free of the bodies?“No survivors except the women,” I reminded the guys. I looked around to see if I recognized Roxy among the women, but I wasn’t exactly sure what she looked like. Was she even here? The men fell in step to guard the trap door that Caterina swung open to reveal a metal door with a keypad. “Shit. Do you think he changed it since you were last here?”Caterina snorted and started tapping a comically long code. “He’s so prideful that he won’t. I’m the only other one who knows it, unless something changed in the time I’ve been gone, and

KillianAfter firing the bullet, Caterina had stood there for a moment, staring at her husband’s dead body, then dropped the gun with a metallic clatter. She’d clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sob. For a chilling moment, I’d remembered her and Patrick’s exchange in the armory.“What if you regret it?”“I doubt it. If I do, I’ll know it is for a good cause.”I’d motioned for the guys to give us a moment. They nodded and slipped out.Alone, I’d began, “Ms. Morelli—”“I don’t regret it,” Caterina had blurted, whipping her head around to glare at me with eyes shining with tears. Then she’d turned away, hastily wiping blood and tears from her face. “I…I’m happy.”She’d laughed once derisively. “Need I remind you we’re living in the same world? I’m born and bred mafia, just like you, Killian. This bloody shit… It’s normalized. It’s normal. And we’re all better off without that monster.”Now, after our phone call to Sera, we were back at it, dealing with the aftermath. Caterina

SeraI remembered to look at the clock before collapsing into bed. When I jolted awake to a stream of shouting, only two hours had passed. I started to lurch out of bed, fearing another raid, but was held back by the cage of Killian’s arms around my torso. He wasn’t panicked.Then I remembered that it was Christmas morning and the shouting was Dustin, not caring that everyone had been up late mobstering when he was about to have his first Christmas with more than just a slightly expensive dinner.I collapsed back into Killian’s bare-chested embrace, nestling my face in the crook of his elbow. He smelled like lavender oil. “What a wakeup call,” I grumbled.Killian stirred, and I felt terrible that he had been woken up. Everyone deserved the next whole day to rest and recover. “Sleep is overrated,” he mumbled into my hair, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. I curled my toes and blushed into my pillow when his hand splayed across my bare stomach and skated upward to palm my breas

SeraI only managed one or two words per thrust.“It was—nice—of you—to invite—your mom,” I panted as I lay under Killian a few days after Christmas. We were mildly hungover from the rum eggnog the adults shared after the kids went to bed.His words were growled through gritted teeth. “Wrong—not to.”“Was this—a great—Christmas?”“Best one—in a long—time.”I opened my mouth, but he silenced me with a deep kiss, and I quickly forgot whatever I was about to say. I lost myself to pleasure once again, a sudden gratitude pulsing inside of me. I was lucky. After being plagued by so much misfortune, I realized that things were finally leveling out. The shadow of my father dissipated. I had my true family returned to me, and Killian took care of them like they were his own family. I had a man who loved me and literally killed men to prove it.There was still uncertainty, yes, but we were equipped to handle anything.I was determined to continue taking control of my own future. That being sai