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
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
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
KillianOlivia lingered in the hallway as I left Sera’s room, her doll-like face slightly pale in the moonlight.I hooked a thumb over my shoulder. “Leave some aspirin and water out for her, maybe a bucket.”She narrowed her eyes at me. “What did you do to that poor girl?”“I took her to Diavola,” I said in passing.Olivia’s faint curse drifted through the hallway before she disappeared into Sera’s room. I smiled and checked my watch as I walked through the near silent corridors of my home.It was almost three in the morning. I should have just gone to bed, but Sera had effectively worked me up enough that sleep wouldn’t come easily. A cold shower was what I really needed, but I passed Tommaso’s room and noticed the door was slightly ajar. I looked inside, seeing his bed untouched.After a quick look around, I found him in my office. “What’s keeping you up?” I asked as I sat down at my desk.The crackling fire cast dancing shadows over Tommaso’s face as he sipped from a glass of whisk