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Taken by the Mafia King Don't Make a Sound
SeraThe body of the man who’d bought me continued to bleed all over the bed as the man who’d shot him in the back of the neck entered the room.Without thinking, I pushed the body off me, flailing as I tried to stay calm but lost the battle.He was fucking dead! Right on top of me.“Calm the fuck down,” my alleged savior said, coming at me. He growled through gritted teeth, but I smacked at him blindly, trying to get away.Manhandling me seemed to be no problem for him. Within seconds, his strong hands clasped my arms, twisting them as he pulled me against him, putting yet another bag over my head and hoisting me over his shoulder.He didn’t tie my wrists though. Still wild, I bucked and tried to comprehend what was happening. He merely adjusted my weight with a little toss that sent me a couple inches into the air. When I came back down and landed on his shoulder, it took the wind out of me. A hiss of involuntary sound left my lungs. He patted my rear end as if calming a skittish do
Taken by the Mafia King An Unexpected Lifeline
SeraTommaso spoke with kindness that made me instantly suspicious. “Your wrists look a bit rough. Infected, maybe. I’ll send someone upstairs to take a look at you.”I said nothing as he led me up a wide staircase that branched off into two separate wings of the enormous, echoing mansion decorated in dark wood and rich, gray and emerald tile.“A shower too, I think,” he said, his voice clipped and lifted. I looked up at him then, noticing the way his eyes creased sympathetically as he smiled. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”“I…” I trailed off. What was he playing at? Did he think he could appease me with hot water and a trip to the doctor? Maybe a lollipop if I behaved? Not likely. “No.”I faced forward, trembling slightly as he shrugged in defeat and motioned for me to turn down one long, darkened hallway. Runners stretched the length of the wide hallway, lined with art in heavy wooden frames that might have cost more than the art itself. If my hands hadn’t been bound I would have reache
Taken by the Mafia King Let Her Starve
KillianI pursed my lips as I watched the grandfather clock in the corner of my office. It ticked and ticked away, each second like a breath I imagined Giuseppe de Luca taking as he arrived at his father’s house after a long night with whores and dice.My mouth twitched into a smile at the thought of what he’d find.The clock chimed seven, and I looked up as Francesco Abate entered the room, his face twisted in exhaustion. Francesco was a few years my junior. Tall and burly, he dripped with brute force and a violent disposition that had taken years to rein in. He was still working on that, but I was in no hurry to tame him. Terrifying man, truly.Francesco crossed his thick arms over his chest. “He knows.”“Well, that didn’t take long,” I said.A maid hurried in with a tray of coffee, her eyes flicking up to Francesco for a split second before she bristled and hurried over to me. She poured me a cup and I arched my brow at Francesco, who glared at the maid.“Thank you,” I said, but sh
Taken by the Mafia King Daddy's Princess
SeraI mulled over my options as I took a shower, washing the blood and grime and the feel of Gabriele’s skin from my body. Food had been laid out, but I hadn’t touched it. An assortment of cheeses, breads, and cured meats sat alongside freshly washed green grapes and dried apricots. The sort of meal I’d have ordered off a menu to share with a friend. Or with Jim on our date, had a date ever come to fruition. As soon as Jim’s name skittered through my mind my chest tightened.Don’t think about him. A nice older man, possibly a butler, had cleaned and bandaged my wrists and a few other cuts and scrapes on my head. I’d been worried about being alone with a strange man again, but he’d brought a maid with him.He’d asked if I’d been… touched. I’d known what he meant. I only had the sense to shake my head and look down at the fresh, clean bandages covering the broken skin along my wrists as he gently told me I would heal. At least, my physical wounds would.But my mind had been elsewhere.
Taken by the Mafia King She Fell For It
KillianDelaney Lombardi’s bleach-blonde hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks as she rounded her bed, her body clothed in nothing more than a thin silk chemise the color of roses. I crossed my arms as I leaned against the door to the bedroom. She approached me slowly, her throat bobbing with serious effort as she took several calculated, but nervous, steps.“Does the-the nightgown suit me?” she asked. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she slipped a shaking finger across her breasts. “Do you like it?”“Where is your father?”“He’s not here,” she answered, swallowing hard again. “But you are.”I kicked off the door and stalked toward her. She yelped in surprise and moved away from me, climbing up and over the bed. Not so confident now, was she?I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her to me, pinning her legs against the bed.“Don’t toy with me,” I spat, my lip curling over my teeth as I watched her tremble. “Where the fuck is Eduardo?”“I swear,” she sobbed. “I-I don’t know where
Taken by the Mafia King Find Him, Then Let This Go
SeraA maid walked into the room. She wore her glossy black hair pulled back into a low, messy bun at the nape of her neck. She smiled at me with thin pink lips and shook a pill bottle.“Antibiotics,” she said. “I swear. I can take one to prove to you it’s not something to knock you out.”“It’s okay,” I cut in, my heart hammering in my chest. I’d almost been caught with the phone. Thank God it hadn’t been Killian who’d come in. He would’ve seen right past my strained expression and known I’d done something I shouldn’t have.The maid frowned and clicked her tongue when she spotted the charcuterie board sitting on the dresser. She moved over to it, her skirt rustling with every step. “You didn’t eat. No bother. I’ll have something else sent up for you. You need to eat with the medication, even if it’s just a bit of milk. Okay?”“I will,” I said, only agreeing with her to get her out of the room so I could make another desperate call.She smiled and set the pill bottle on the table next
Taken by the Mafia King You've Been a Bad Girl
SeraI woke to my bedroom door opening. My body ached so severely I barely had the strength to turn my head to see who’d come in.Tommaso gingerly stepped into the room with his hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers. “Morning.”“What time is it?” My voice cracked and scratched at my throat. I needed water.“Close to ten.” He leaned against the door to close it and settled his weight against it, watching me.I ran my hand over my face and blinked several times. “How long have I been asleep?”“Roughly a full day,” he said.I’d been asleep for an entire day? I looked down at the covers, clutching them between my fingers as a sudden sharp realization rippled over my body.“No one disturbed you,” he said, realizing my panic. His confirmation did little to calm my nerves. “But we are getting a little worried that you haven’t eaten anything… in several days.”“I don’t even know what day it is,” I replied.“It’s Monday morning,” he said after a moment.“My classroom,” I said weakly to
Taken by the Mafia King Killian in My Bedroom
SeraCaged in against the door, his hands on either side of my shoulders, Kilian looked at me, taking me in with a silent question lingering behind his eyes that I couldn’t read.“It was a test, wasn’t it? The phone,” I said, my voice trembling.“Smart girl.” His voice dripped with menace. “Not smart enough, apparently. Don’t you think I know everything that happens in this house? Did you think I wouldn’t find out you made a call?”Just one call, then. But which one?I lifted my chin. “I had to try.”“You’re beyond that, Sera,” he rasped.My heart skipped a beat as his scent hit me like a freight train. I could smell his faint cologne. Something expensive and warm. But beneath it, I inhaled a fragrance that had my knees going weak and my head spinning. Sharp and heavy, like the smell of the air after a storm, like something electric. If a dark, rainy night had a smell, that would be it.“Are you going to kill me?”“Not yet,” he said pointedly.“I have nothing to offer you.”“I’m sure
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