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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
Taken by the Mafia King Sera's Dead
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
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KillianSera’s behavior intrigued me.Finding out her father had betrayed her must have been upsetting to her, but her demeanor had shifted in an unexpected direction. Then again, this woman was full of surprises.Her expression was nothing but ice as I led her into the back of the house, an area where she’d never been before. Down a short flight of stairs was a door, and beyond that, my garage.I watched her as the lights came on and a row of cars came into view. That steel-faced mask she’d put on like makeup cracked a bit as surprise flashed over her exquisite face.“Which one?” I asked, motioning to the cars.She tilted her chin to the ceiling, slowly sucking a breath as if trying to keep a hold on her composure. Then her eyes lingered on my blacked-out Ferrari Roma.“Good choice.” I smiled and left her behind to gawk as I opened the passenger door for her.“Where are we going?”“I own a few clubs. I thought you needed to get out of the house for a while. Unless you’d prefer to go
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Sera“Faster,” I panted, my head pressed against the headrest as the lights of downtown Philly sped past me in a blur. Killian’s hand gripped my thigh, his fingers so achingly close to where I needed them to be.I definitely felt those four dry martinis I’d guzzled down like water at the club. My mind swam on a turbulent tidal wave as his car hurtled toward home.Home.That mysterious behemoth of a mansion was the only home I had now. All the buzz from the alcohol left me as I realized I could never go back to the way things were before, not now that I knew the truth.“Killian.” His palm warmed my skin. Despite everything, my body reacted to his proximity. Hitching my skirt up higher, I exposed my thighs. His gaze locked on the thin sliver of wet lace banding my crotch. Was it the alcohol making me feel this way or the memory of his fingers on my skin?“Keep your dress on.” The smoke in his voice cut through my drunken thoughts.“Touch me,” I pleaded, but he only squeezed my thigh. I
Taken by the Mafia King Diamonds Under Pressure
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Taken by the Mafia King Nonna Knows Best
Sera“Close the fucking curtains, Olivia.” My tongue stuck to the top of my mouth, dry as sandpaper. Light poured into the room and set my head throbbing like someone was beating me to death with a hammer.Olivia snorted with mirth as she ripped open another set of curtains, this time directing the unforgiving light of day right over my eyes. I winced, shielding myself from the sun.“Don’t worry,” she sang as she moved about the room. “I brought you the cure. My nonna loved her brandy, you see. But she had to be well for Mass every morning.”Something clinked against the bedside table, and I peeked through my fingers to find Olivia measuring some sticky, smelly liquid into a silver spoon.“Get that away from me.” My nose wrinkled at the stench. A rich, herbal scent hit me and settled deep in my gut.“Open up,” she chided, reaching down to pinch my thigh as I clenched my jaw.“You bitch!”She shoved the spoon into my mouth, and I jerked off the bed, swinging out an arm. I missed her co
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Sera“No,” Delaney pleaded, trying to tug her wrist free from my grasp.We faced the closed door of Killian’s office. Male voices came from the other side, muffled and unintelligible.“We must,” I said.“No,” she said again. “I’ll go back to my room. I’ll be good. I swear. Just don’t make me go back to the basement.”“You deserve answers. He can’t keep you like this. Be brave, Delaney. For your father.”Her bottom lip trembled, but she lifted her chin at the mention of her father, and I saw a devoted daughter in her watery gaze. I saw myself. At least, the version of myself that used to exist.She nodded, and that was all the permission I needed.I shoved the door to Killian’s office open so hard it bounced off the wall. Eight men dressed in fine Italian suits stood around the room. Killian’s back was to me from his spot in front of the fireplace. He didn’t turn to look at the disturbance, but every other head in the room whipped toward me. Delaney hovered over the threshold, her brav
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KillianThe men in my office were all lower bosses of families that had enterprises between Philly, Boston, and New York. None of them had the kind of sway or business I’d acquired over the years, but they had enough power in their own territories that allying with them against the De Luca family would make an actual difference. The real work would be in the aftermath. The destruction of one of the most powerful families on the eastern seaboard would have a ripple effect, and we all knew it.Turf wars were common after a power struggle. Bosses would fight for the freed-up resources left behind in the wake, and I couldn’t let that happen. Chaos was bad for business.While they all stood to gain something from taking out Giuseppe, several of the men were still hesitant to work with me.Like they had the option.I had Sera to thank for the sudden shift in the dispositions of the outliers standing in the room when I returned to my office. The murmured whispering done while I was trying to
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