All Chapters of Taken by the Mafia King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KillianNiccolò Marino’s frustrated sigh cut through the room. I set my phone down, pressed a button, and put him on speaker.“Do you realize how much money I just offered you for that whore?” Every word he spat was laced with venom.“We’re not talking about just any whore, Niccolò.” I yawned loudly enough for him to hear it, even though anger flared inside me. The word whore left a bitter taste in my mouth. Sera was no whore, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing the full extent of my intentions toward her. “She is the only living child of Andre Bianchi.”“So? We’re talking about a female, Ricci.”I arched my brow and twisted in my chair. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree with this one. Riccardo Marino, Niccolò’s father, was the boss who hosted the auction every year. Though he treated his many personal dames like queens, he still didn’t see them as equal to men or else he wouldn’t buy and sell them the way he did.To Riccardo, ending up as one of his women

Killian“I’m serious, Mikey.” My stomps echoed down the hallway. I turned my head to project my voice behind me. “Next time she pulls a stunt like this, haul her back to her room, and tie her to her bed.”Mikey frowned and exhaled deeply while leaning against the doorframe that led into the garage. “What’s my punishment, Boss?”“What are you talking about?” I paused too and folded my arms across my chest.“I tried to teach her a lesson about how hard the world is out there. Might’ve roughed her up a little.” He looked apologetic. Mikey would never purposely hurt a woman.I shook my head, too wound up after my phone call with Niccolò to even process what transpired in the hour I’d left her alone by the stables.“I’m sure you didn’t hurt her, and if you did, she deserved it for trying to escape. Maybe you taught her a lesson she won’t forget.” I grabbed a set of keys off the wall and clutched them in my hand. “And I know you’d never touch her like that, like you meant to take advantage

SeraThe bracelet was cool against my heated skin as I wrapped my arms around Killian’s neck and leaned in to deepen the kiss.Any and all thoughts left my mind, and I lifted on my toes and pulled him closer. I wanted him. I needed him. I hated that I had to wait for him to come to me.“Take me to bed.” I brushed my lips over his in a teasing kiss.“I’m not used to taking orders,” he rasped and nibbled on my lower lip.“Better get used to it. You gave me a phone. Now I can call you up here whenever I want.”He lifted me and my breath caught in my throat. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head, and he kissed my neck and jaw.Before I’d settled in for that movie earlier, I’d changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a loose sweater that fell over my shoulder. I’d never been more thankful for a pair of shorts than now. He slid them down over my ass and gripped my bare skin.He sat me on top of the dresser and it trembled. A vase of f

SeraVague memories of Killian leaving my room before the sun came up flittered through my mind. I could still taste his kiss, however, and that made me feel so warm and cozy that I almost, almost, forgot that I was technically his prisoner.I shoved that thought away and pulled on a comfy matching cashmere sweater set, then tied my hair into a bun on the top of my head. At a quarter past nine, Olivia still hadn’t come in with breakfast, and I’d definitely taken notice of the fact that Killian had left my door open. Hungry, I stepped out into the darkened third-floor hallway and walked downstairs in search of food and company.The house was eerily silent. Even the main kitchen lacked the usual hustle. A maid mopped the floor while I passed through the dining room. She mentioned that one of the “guys,” which was what I’d come to learn meant anyone who worked for Killian as a soldier, had left donuts in the informal kitchen in the back of the house.Even that part of the house was quiet

SeraSteam wafted from the clawfoot tub in my bathroom, fogging up the window. I stood on my toes to look out at the silvery landscape. A fresh dusting of snow covered the trees, washing everything in a bright, clear glow.Whatever Killian and his crew were up to last night had kept everyone busy. Even Olivia, for whatever reason. She’d tumbled into my room at ten the next day with a tray of food and coffee, dark circles lining her eyes, and she was uncharacteristically quiet. When I asked what happened, she just smiled and waved me off, telling me to eat before taking her leave.I guessed I should get used to this, being left alone and in the dark when it came to this family. The secrecy was a stark reminder that I didn’t really belong here. The Ricci family had always been an untouchable dynasty, one that my father envied and despised.I rarely thought about my last name anymore. Here, at least lately, I was just Sera. And I was alright with that.Three o’clock rolled around as I sa