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Taken by the Mafia King Fire Power
TommasoI sat—blessedly—in my own chair in my home office and stared across the top of my desk at Stan and Killian, whom I’d called in for a top-secret planning meeting once I’d gotten off the phone with Mostafa.“The rumors worked,” I said.Stan raised a to-go coffee he’d brought in with him in a small “cheers.”“Has Zahur taken the bait?” Killian asked.“Exactly as I planned.” I smiled a wide, hungry smile. The bastard’s ego was going to be the death of him if I could help it. His ego, and Paige.“So do you have a timing or location of the deal?” Killian leaned forward, a small sparkle in his eyes. Zahur hadn’t touched Sera, but in the past few months, Killian had grown to like Paige as our sporadic double-dates became a little more regular. I didn’t know which of them he wanted revenge for more, after I dropped Marino.“I told Zahur to name his price, but there’s a small wrinkle.” I leaned back in my chair and eyed the two of them. “He never participates in deals in person.”Stan b
Taken by the Mafia King Relaxation
PaigeWhen I arrived home after work that day, I didn’t find Tom in his office, or the gym, or the bedroom. Eventually, though it was early for dinner, I checked the kitchen and couldn’t help laughing. He stood in front of the stove wearing one of Miranda’s aprons, already smeared with something red.“What?” he said as he turned. “You don’t think this is sexy?”“Maybe if you had nothing underneath.” I pictured the tiny apron stretched over his bare frame and started salivating.“Noted.” He grinned.I wandered over to the stove. “What are you doing?”“Spoiling you.” He kissed me. “For me, the Mansion was a coup. For you, it was a nightmare, and I didn’t do enough.”I shook my head. “You did—”He covered my protest with his mouth. Desire kindled in my gut.He pulled back and stirred the sauce. “That’s what I thought. I have one step left before this simmers for ninety minutes. What do you say you go upstairs and get ready for a massage, and I’ll be up soon?”I swatted him. “Now you’re j
Taken by the Mafia King Away From Home
TommasoI crossed my arms and leaned against the wall as a few of my men collected the last of Julie Marino’s things in the foyer of the Mansion.“That’s it.” Carp swiped sweat off his forehead.“Good.” A mountain of crates and boxes, all crammed with clothes, furs, jewels, and a few art pieces with her name on them towered almost to the second-floor balcony. Paige said Julie seemed trustworthy, at least on the matter of Sophia, so I was less resentful about how much goddamn time I’d spent finding all her shit than I might be, but less definitely wasn’t zero. This would be the third and final courier trip, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over.“Wait!” Teddy called from a hallway.I turned.“Found another bag.” He hoisted a pink and purple duffel over his head as he rounded the corner.I sighed. “Julie’s?”He shook his head. “Sophia’s, if the sizes are anything to go by.”I winced and had him add it to the pile. We’d found a few other caches of Sophia’s stuff hidden around the house,
Taken by the Mafia King House Hunt
PaigeI shoved my sweaty hair back off my forehead and set the weights back down in the weight rack. Over the summer, I’d gotten in the habit of working out in the basement gym at least once a week, just to keep myself ready. Finally, my muscles were returning to the state I remembered from before my kidnapping, taut and powerful. I padded up the stairs to shower off and wait for Tom to come home.Something thudded on the other side of the wall. Then again. My heart skipped a beat. I knew, now, that the gym and storage areas weren’t the only rooms in the basement. Gamal, the prisoner still living in our house, was down here, too.After a moment, the noises stopped. Tom said he had some of his best guys down there. Gamal probably tried something stupid and got knocked around for it. Served him right.I hummed as I entered the first floor and locked the basement behind me, a habit I’d gotten into since we got our first house guest. Sun streamed in the windows, and I breathed in the feel
Taken by the Mafia King Apologies
PaigeI blinked, trying to stay focused on reality. I was in the bathtub in my old room in the guest wing with Tom behind me, scrubbing a washcloth softly over my back. Dimly, I remembered him barking orders to get the bastard out of his house and all the men disappearing one by one. I remembered whispering to Tom what I’d seen in the window, and a full search of the house while I still sat in the corner of the bathroom, shaking. And I remembered watching Tom start to run the bath in our room, then noticing a spot of blood—mine? The bastard’s?—on the floor. I’d thrown up from the sheer cocktail of emotions coursing through my body.“I’m so sorry,” he murmured again as he dropped a line of kisses along my shoulder.How long had we been here? Had I responded to that before? Everything but those few moments blurred.“It’s okay,” I said with a thick tongue and a dry mouth. I didn’t mean it, but I needed to say something. I needed to know I could.“No, it’s not, and we both know that.” He
Taken by the Mafia King Never Gets Easier
Tommaso“And I will handle Gamal’s guard rota personally,” Stan said.“Like you should have from the beginning,” I bit out in the top room of a commercial building I’d forgotten I owned.Stan nodded, looking chastened, and I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t mad at him. He’d even dug up this old facility of Niccolo Marino’s, a music store that had fallen off everybody’s books with an even more secure set-up than my house. And, in truth, I should’ve been handling Gamal’s fucking guards. He was in my house, where Paige was. I’d just let Marino take over my whole fucking brain.“I’m sorry.” I scrubbed my hands over my face. “I trust you. Thank you.”Stan nodded and left the small top room crowded with dusty instrument boxes. The business owner knew nothing of the cells in the basement or the bug-proofing up here, just that they hadn’t paid rent in a year and weren’t going to say anything until somebody else did. I’d told them they technically needed to pay me something to keep the lease active,
Taken by the Mafia King Shaken Up
PaigeSunday morning, I decided to go into work. I needed to do something other than sit at home and think about the bastard and the blood. Sera had asked about the bandage on my palm, where I’d held the jagged piece of metal to the fucker’s throat, and I’d told her in a whisper, but I wanted to lose myself in other people’s problems. Especially when she told me a story about a similar thing happening to her with a man named Matteo, and how Tom put a bullet in his head. I knew he’d saved her life, but the circumstances were more real now. Now, I couldn’t get the words on my laptop screen to stay in place.Someone knocked on my office door.“Come in!” I called.Hillary, a recent addition to the house on the run from her abusive boyfriend, leaned in. “Um, I’m so sorry to do this, but are we having your group today?”I glanced at the clock on my laptop. My Healing Together group was supposed to start twenty minutes ago. And I hadn’t prepped a damn thing.“Shit.” I leapt out of my chair.
Taken by the Mafia King Ramping Up
TommasoI kicked my feet up on my desk as the sun set behind me and smiled. In the days since I spoke with Killian and Stan about next steps, I’d been calling Mostafa almost daily. The phone rang, and rang, and he finally picked up.“I was starting to think you didn’t like me anymore.”Mostafa sighed. “May I speak to my son tonight?”“Not a chance,” I replied. “But I think we’re getting real close to that point. You owe me an update.”“Yes.” Mostafa shuffled some papers on the other end of the line. “Khaled is expecting a delivery from Zahur tomorrow night.”My grin stretched so wide it hurt. Mostafa hadn’t wanted to agree to broker a deal between the two men, but it only took a few insinuations to get him on board.“I knew you could do it,” I said. “Tomorrow your time, yes?”“Yes.”I ran my free hand over the arm of my chair. Good business sense dictated I nailed down the last details of the plan, not that I hung up and sprinted upstairs to tell Paige the good news, but my legs itche
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