FredI wanted no part of any of this fucking mess. I’d done my time, paid my dues, and somehow gotten out of the mafia unscathed. Most men in my position, my age, would’ve been six feet under two decades ago, or have their bones resting at the bottom of the Atlantic by now.But not me. I knew for fucking certain it wasn’t luck. This was God’s spite, I was sure of it. Letting me live a long life while I watched men like Andre Bianchi continue to thrive.I’d bought my way out of the mess I’d made as a young, idealistic man. I’d groveled at Andre’s father’s feet and climbed the ranks to Caporegime while Andre was still licking the toes of strippers and swinging his gun around. He was the Bianchi prince at one time, capable of nothing, wanting for nothing, and somehow getting everything while the rest of us died or went to prison with RICO charges.Then he’d become my boss, and I spent the rest of my miserable existence doing his bidding in the name of the family.Andre wasn’t the kind of
KillianHow many drinks had I had? Three? Four? It didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was burying Giuseppe.I was deep down the rabbit hole of imagining just how I’d kill him when someone burst into my office, the door slamming into the bookshelves behind it and sending everything upon it rattling and dancing precariously. I turned lazily in my chair to face them, perhaps a bit slowed by the effects of the drink. But when my eyes locked onto Sera’s, my mind cleared.“How the hell do you keep getting out of your room?” Either she was Houdini, or someone in this house was fucking with me. “Your crew is made up of inbred heathens incapable of doing anything correctly, that’s how,” she hissed, closing the door behind her. “I need something from you.”I arched an eyebrow. Cute that she thought she could march in here making demands of me.Me.Sweet little Sera. She still had no clue. Why did that get me hard?“I don’t have time to fuck you right now.” I moved from my desk chair to
SeraI didn’t hear anyone thundering after me when I left Killian’s office, so I decided to use my likely fleeting freedom to explore the house a little bit. I hadn’t spent much time in any room but my own, save for visiting Tommaso in his room. I assumed the second level was where most of the formal bedrooms were kept, but the mansion was built in an ancient style that made it impossible to figure out which hallways held bedrooms and which hallways held offices, or sitting rooms, or whatever else someone with money like Killian did with their space.I tried a few doorknobs, finding most of them locked as I crept through the eastern side of the house. But then I rounded a corner and found myself in a wide open space that overlooked the backyard. Couches and chairs were situated in a semi-circle in front of a massive fireplace, and bookshelves lined the walls, stretching to the ceiling.It was, in all regards, a library.I pursed my lips as I slowly fanned through the books, but I didn
SeraMy hands shook as I closed myself into a bathroom on the second floor, locking it shut. Red wallpaper suffocated me as I turned on the fan and the water to drown out my voice in the event Tommaso lingered nearby. He’d asked if I knew how to get back upstairs to my room, and I did. I’d watched him walk away, but I knew I only had minutes to accomplish this before he realized his phone was missing and came looking for it.I just needed to know everyone was okay. That was it.No harm. No foul. Right?I doubted Tommaso would see it that way.I quickly dialed my old number and pressed the phone to my ear while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself. My face wasn’t as full as it used to be. I had no color in my cheeks, either. My eyes were puffy and red, most likely from all the crying I’d done these past weeks. I hoped it wasn’t permanent. Was that possible?The skin beneath my eyes was sunken and purple, and my skin lacked its usual elasticity from the wei
Killian“Her name is Roxy Longo,” Fred said as he paced along the terrace, his hands tucked into his old leather jacket. “No affiliations to any families that I know of.”“Five million dollars is a lot for one dame,” I said dryly, leaning against one of the stone pillars supporting the arch over my front door. A moth fluttered around the light a few feet above my head. My eyes tracked back and forth, following Fred as he continued to pace, occasionally stopping to kick at a leaf or piece of gravel. I sighed. “Was she sold at an auction?”“No, it was a private exchange, from what I understand, but Riccardo Marino did handle the logistics.”“Why should I be interested in this, Fred? Andre’s new toy has nothing to do with me.”“I think it has to do with Sera’s situation.” He came to a stop a few feet away from me, the chill in the air causing his cheeks to flush. “I went to him a few days ago to plead her case. He didn’t even give me the opportunity to ask why he wasn’t coming after you
Sera“I don’t want to go back to my room.” Tommaso’s words about Emma had frightened me, but I didn’t want to go back there. Not now. I stared down Tommaso, who was red in the face and practically foaming at the mouth in fury.“I’m not fucking around right now, Sera.”I stood up straighter. “Neither am I. We’re even now, okay? I saved your life. Letting me use your phone was the least you could do.”“Are you serious?” He narrowed his eyes at me.“I am.” I took a step toward him, placing my hand on his chest in a friendly way.He winced and brushed my hand away.I hadn’t meant to hurt him. “I don’t want to go back in there and be kept like a prisoner or a child. I’m sorry I broke your trust, but I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. Can you please just let me go for a bit? I want to go outside, to be able to breathe.” I searched his eyes, hoping he’d understand.“Well, none of that is up to me.”“But you’re more than alright with it, aren’t you?”He glared at me but said nothing.“I scraped
SeraMy ears rang as I looked back and forth between Fred and Killian. Fred, a man I trusted and loved like a father or uncle, and Killian, a man I hated but needed like I needed oxygen. Both of my worlds were colliding right in front of my face, but all I could think about was my father.Possibly the only man I hated more than Killian. And loved. And feared.“Is he dead?” I asked. My voice sounded hollow and competed with the ringing in my ears. What was that God awful sound? I reached out and steadied myself with a hand on Fred’s arm.“You didn’t tell her?” Fred closed his hand over mine and glared at Killian. “She’s been here this whole time, and you didn’t tell her?”Killian stood motionless a few feet away, looking more like a painting than a living, breathing man. Finally, he shifted his weight, and spoke. “This isn’t the time.”“No,” I said sharply. “Don’t do this to me. Please. I can’t stand not knowing anymore. Is he dead? Did you kill him?”Killian looked like I’d just slapp
SeraMy world had shattered. Any hope of seeing the light of day again slipped through my fingers and turned to ash at my feet. Looking into Killian’s eyes, the lack of sympathy behind them sparked something in me, but it wasn’t warmth. It wasn’t that strange, misplaced longing of him I’d been fighting either.Anger. Wrath. Desperation. That was all that was left of the innocent girl I used to be—someone I would never be again. Going back to my old life was no longer an option. I would never see my students again. I would never walk the halls of my school or sit at the corner deli eating pastrami sandwiches with Emma. I would never be free. Not from Killian. Not from this world or this life, if I could even call it that.My father had been right about one thing. Anyone who is born into this life will die in it. Nothing exists outside of the confines of the family for those unlucky enough to be born within its reaching, gnarled branches.I might as well already be dead. But then, being