All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

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Normal Enough

PaigeI drifted from the common room across the hall to the dining room. A couple of women circled the long table, laying out plates and cutlery for lunch. I nodded at them then glanced through the doorway to see Andi in the kitchen, swinging her hips in time with a dance beat blaring out of her radio. Everything looked normal. Everything looked good. I smoothed my hands down my pants and tried to make myself actually believe it. Of course, that caught the cut on my palm, still healing after almost a week because I kept accidentally opening it back up. A few dots of blood oozed up, and I wiped them away.Almost a week, and I was still jumpy. I was starting to feel ridiculous.The front door swung open, and I turned. We weren’t expecting anyone.A woman in six or seven layers of clothes stumbled in, and I sprang into action. Clearly, she needed our services. Judging by how many clothes she was wearing, I’d guess she was living on the streets. I grabbed my phone, texted Lily and Lauren,
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Bossy

TommasoI looked at the crumbling rowhouse Stan had directed me to then at him.“He joined up because he needed money,” Stan said. “His mom’s a firecracker, but she’s on disability, has been for years, and his younger brother got a partial scholarship to his dream school. Jer’s covering the difference with the money he makes with us.”I groaned. “Could he possibly be more perfect?”Stan shrugged with a smile. “You can’t make this shit up.”“Fine.” I fixed my hair one last time, grabbed the food we’d stopped for on the way, and climbed out of the car. “Let’s get this over with.”“That’s the spirit.” Stan chuckled as we walked up the path and rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, Jer answered.“Hi.” His eyebrows shot up as he looked from me to Stan and back. “I, uh, didn’t—”“Think we’d be by to see you?” Stan filled in. “You got the wrong organization. We brought a couple trays of lasagna from the best chefs we know for you and your family.”I hefted the three lasagnas Rosemary and P
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Haunted

PaigeTom and I sat at the kitchen counter as Miranda delivered steaming plates of a squid-ink pasta she’d been dying to try out.“Thank you,” he said. “Now please, take the rest of the night off. I know you worked through your break for this.”Her cheeks turned pink. “But—”“I’ll text you my review.” I smiled.After another split-second of hesitation, Miranda hurried off, and Tom and I waited until her bedroom door shut behind her to laugh.“Man, I feel like a dick, but this food looks cursed,” he said.I stared down at the pitch-black pasta. “It’s definitely spooky. But she busted her ass. We have to give it a fair shot.”We both gathered forkfuls of pasta, and Tom held his up to me as if to cheers. I knocked my fork against his with a smile, then took a bite.“Holy shit,” Tom said.I nodded. “Wow.”It was leagues better than most of Miranda’s dishes, the flavors complex and beautiful. We ate in silence for several long minutes, just enjoying the food and each other’s company. Then,
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Delicious Mess

PaigeTom closed the distance between us in two long strides and consumed my mouth. Usually, he kissed me like he was hungry, but like he had to eat politely. Like he didn’t want to hurt me. Now, with my words hanging in the air, he kissed like he’d never eaten before, like I was the only thing that could sate him. I gasped into him, and he bit my lower lip harder than ever before. The sting joined the growing want between my legs, and I moaned.He unfastened my bra and flung it across the kitchen. I pushed my breasts up toward him, as though he’d ever ignore them. He sucked my neck and down my chest, leaving a delicious soreness in his wake. And, like he knew he’d been avoiding it, he kissed the top of that scar between my breasts, feather-light.I wound my fingers into his hair and pulled as he tried to move on. “There too.”He looked up at me, worry briefly eclipsing want in his emerald eyes. “Are you sure?”No. I wasn’t sure about anything these days. But I knew I’d never be a who
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Moving Right Along

TommasoThe next day, I walked up to the Mansion. I’d given Marino’s staff the next few weeks off with pay. Construction was starting.Palmer, the butler, opened the door. “Sir.”Well, almost everyone. Palmer had proven himself trustworthy, and I liked having someone on site who wasn’t from Mel’s construction company. She did good work, but I hadn’t technically told Paige my idea yet. If she hated it, I needed someone making suggestions that would work just as well for a women’s shelter as they would whatever other criminal enterprise I could think of to slot in here.I nodded at him and stepped inside. A few muscular women were setting up interior scaffolds and mustering tools, but none of the work seemed to have started yet. It only took a few minutes to find Mel in the chaos. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, directing women in hardhats this way and that.“Conti,” she said when she saw me. “You’re not gonna be a micromanager, are you? I’ll take the wife if so.”I smiled. Some
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Bulking Up

PaigeI slammed my fists into the speed bag hanging from the ceiling as quickly as I could manage. Left-right-left-pause. Right-left-right-pause. Again.Something clanked, and the hair on the back of my neck rose. I caught the bag and whirled to check behind me.Wall of mirrors. Exercise equipment. Nothing moving. Of course, there was no one in the basement anymore, and I didn’t see anything when the bastard actually got out. But that didn’t actually stop all the general basement noises from making me jump. It was seriously interrupting my workouts. Every day, I considered asking Tom to move all the workout equipment in here to the basketball court. Every day, I decided against it. Reacting to the basement noises would keep my reflexes sharp. And maybe, eventually, I’d start to get used to them.I rolled out my shoulders and turned to the mirrors. After the speed bag came shadow-boxing while watching my own reflection. Some days, I brought down a laptop for a virtual sparring partner,
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House of Cards

TommasoAs the sun rose, I strode down the tarmac of the smallest airport outside of Philly with the space to fit the jumbo jet we needed for the trip to Egypt. I’d meant to come set this up last night, but I couldn’t leave Paige. She’d spent the whole evening bouncing back and forth between being so fragile I worried any breath of wind would shatter her, and tough as nails. Paige hadn’t wanted to pack, at least right then, so we’d gone out to the shooting range like she was originally planning and emptied clips into the targets until the light disappeared. Her aim was much better than it had been. It had improved enough that I wondered if she hadn’t been coming down to the range to practice even before these half-days. She was obviously wound like a spring, and I could do nothing but cross my fingers that energy released at the right time.At the end of the tarmac, next to a massive hangar, stood Killian. He nodded as I approached then waved to two men wearing coveralls. They opened
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What Not to Wear

PaigeI pushed a few hangers out of the way and stared at a plain T-shirt of Tom’s I’d permanently stolen from him a couple of months ago. It still smelled like cinnamon, and technically, it was cotton.My mind conjured blood stains onto its flawless surface, and my chest squeezed.“That’s cute.” Sera leaned against the arm of the low couch that separated Tom’s side of the closet from mine.I shoved it away. “I’m not bringing it.”I blinked furiously, uncertain if I was actually fighting tears or just the idea of crying. We were leaving tomorrow. And Tom kept asking if I was really going with him. It would be so easy not to. I’d just sit here, Stateside, and wait to find out if a monster from my nightmares killed the love of my life. I’d just put my only chance at permanent safety in someone else’s hands. So easy.I whirled to Tom’s side of the closet and pulled out one of his bulletproof vests. “I’m packing this.”Sera smiled comfortingly, like everybody kept doing. “I think Tommaso
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On the Road Again

Tommaso“Yep, those containers go on the left, next to the army-green ones.” I pointed toward the safest section of the cargo hold where we were keeping all of the ammo and anything else that might explode. I trusted Mostafa’s information, but I didn’t want to risk a stray bullet ending the whole plan early.A few of the hundreds of men milling around slotted the last boxes of ammo into place, then moved on to the body armor we were using to insulate the ammo from the guns. Staring into the belly of the beast like this, it was hard to deny just how little of the cargo hold was taken up with the luggage of the several hundred people on board. Weapons of war crowded every other inch.Killian clapped me on the shoulder. “The ladies are here, but a couple of the mercs are getting antsy about not knowing the destination. You want me to handle it or you?”I looked at my old friend. Since we’d gotten the plan in place, he’d really started treating me like an equal. This was my show, and he k
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Eleventh Hour

PaigeI blinked awake, and for a split second, I had no idea where I was. I noted the soft leather beneath me and that I was sitting up, hearing dozens of snores resounding off the walls—then everything snapped back into place. I was on the plane to Egypt to find out if I really could do this.And, perhaps more importantly, I had to pee.I smiled at my own silliness and climbed to my feet. Tom slumbered in the seat next to me, like nearly everyone else on the plane, though I spotted a few night owls watching movies with their headphones thankfully plugged in now. I nodded at a yawning flight attendant and let myself into the bathroom. I definitely preferred Tom’s veritable army asleep. It was almost peaceful, in a calm-before-the-storm kind of way.When I returned from the bathroom, my thoughts were already on how I was going to coax myself back to sleep. Nerves prickled over my skin. I didn’t know how many hours were left until we landed in Egypt, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I’d spe
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