All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

TommasoI readjusted the chair at Marino’s desk for the third time and swore to myself I’d get an interior designer in her before I turned it into anything. The old man had crap taste, especially in squeaky wooden rolling chairs for desks. His office was huge, but so comically dark it looked like it was waiting for a fairytale princess to come open the curtains for the first time in a century as a metaphor for warming the prince’s heart, and it was starting to grate on me.Or maybe what was grating on me was the mountain of paperwork in front of me. Riccardo had resisted joining the new millennium as much as he could, and aside from the elements of the business Niccolo had been involved in, like tracking the details of the women, his records looked like they hadn’t left 1980. I’d figured out that he had less money than I’d anticipated and almost nothing else yet. At this point, half my job was organizing the papers to be digitized.My phone rang, and I snatched it up with a sigh of re

TommasoI sat—blessedly—in my own chair in my home office and stared across the top of my desk at Stan and Killian, whom I’d called in for a top-secret planning meeting once I’d gotten off the phone with Mostafa.“The rumors worked,” I said.Stan raised a to-go coffee he’d brought in with him in a small “cheers.”“Has Zahur taken the bait?” Killian asked.“Exactly as I planned.” I smiled a wide, hungry smile. The bastard’s ego was going to be the death of him if I could help it. His ego, and Paige.“So do you have a timing or location of the deal?” Killian leaned forward, a small sparkle in his eyes. Zahur hadn’t touched Sera, but in the past few months, Killian had grown to like Paige as our sporadic double-dates became a little more regular. I didn’t know which of them he wanted revenge for more, after I dropped Marino.“I told Zahur to name his price, but there’s a small wrinkle.” I leaned back in my chair and eyed the two of them. “He never participates in deals in person.”Stan b

TommasoI crossed my arms and leaned against the wall as a few of my men collected the last of Julie Marino’s things in the foyer of the Mansion.“That’s it.” Carp swiped sweat off his forehead.“Good.” A mountain of crates and boxes, all crammed with clothes, furs, jewels, and a few art pieces with her name on them towered almost to the second-floor balcony. Paige said Julie seemed trustworthy, at least on the matter of Sophia, so I was less resentful about how much goddamn time I’d spent finding all her shit than I might be, but less definitely wasn’t zero. This would be the third and final courier trip, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over.“Wait!” Teddy called from a hallway.I turned.“Found another bag.” He hoisted a pink and purple duffel over his head as he rounded the corner.I sighed. “Julie’s?”He shook his head. “Sophia’s, if the sizes are anything to go by.”I winced and had him add it to the pile. We’d found a few other caches of Sophia’s stuff hidden around the house,

PaigeI blinked, trying to stay focused on reality. I was in the bathtub in my old room in the guest wing with Tom behind me, scrubbing a washcloth softly over my back. Dimly, I remembered him barking orders to get the bastard out of his house and all the men disappearing one by one. I remembered whispering to Tom what I’d seen in the window, and a full search of the house while I still sat in the corner of the bathroom, shaking. And I remembered watching Tom start to run the bath in our room, then noticing a spot of blood—mine? The bastard’s?—on the floor. I’d thrown up from the sheer cocktail of emotions coursing through my body.“I’m so sorry,” he murmured again as he dropped a line of kisses along my shoulder.How long had we been here? Had I responded to that before? Everything but those few moments blurred.“It’s okay,” I said with a thick tongue and a dry mouth. I didn’t mean it, but I needed to say something. I needed to know I could.“No, it’s not, and we both know that.” He

PaigeSunday morning, I decided to go into work. I needed to do something other than sit at home and think about the bastard and the blood. Sera had asked about the bandage on my palm, where I’d held the jagged piece of metal to the fucker’s throat, and I’d told her in a whisper, but I wanted to lose myself in other people’s problems. Especially when she told me a story about a similar thing happening to her with a man named Matteo, and how Tom put a bullet in his head. I knew he’d saved her life, but the circumstances were more real now. Now, I couldn’t get the words on my laptop screen to stay in place.Someone knocked on my office door.“Come in!” I called.Hillary, a recent addition to the house on the run from her abusive boyfriend, leaned in. “Um, I’m so sorry to do this, but are we having your group today?”I glanced at the clock on my laptop. My Healing Together group was supposed to start twenty minutes ago. And I hadn’t prepped a damn thing.“Shit.” I leapt out of my chair.