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Taming the Hand of Death

SeraMy fingers fanned over Killian’s bare chest. His frame shielded me from the spray of the water as he towered over me, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to mine.Bruises peppered his skin all the way down to his hips. I winced at the sight of his injuries, my chest convulsing painfully as I closed my eyes against the fury that someone had hurt him.“Sera,” he whispered into my hair. He dragged his hands down over the swell of my hips. “I’m fine.”“I don’t want to hurt you.”“You could never hurt me.”He lifted his head, and I tilted my head back to look at his face. His eyes were dark, hooded with fatigue, but his hands rested on my hips and squeezed as he pressed his body against mine.Every time we’d come together like this it had been hungry, desperate, hard and fast. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him gently, tasting him, my fingers tracing the angles of his face, of his jaw and neck. I took my time touching him as if memorizing him, burning him into my

I Can't Love You

KillianThe words I’d whispered to her were a lie. Sera could hurt me. She could hurt me more than she realized, though not physically.Maybe she saw that knowledge in my eyes, even when they were shielded in near total darkness, because she pulled away and perched on her knees, looking down at me.I winced as I sat up, sensing a conversation was coming that I wasn’t in the mood to have. “Lie down, Sera. You should try to get some rest.”“What is this between us?” She pulled the shirt I’d given her back on and frowned at me.I ran my tongue along my lower lip and sighed, pulling on my boxers as I discarded the used condom. “What do you want it be, Sera?”“That wasn’t what I asked.” I reached for her, but she pulled away. “You almost died tonight. We lost Mikey.”“You don’t have to remind me.”“I do, because you just fucked me like you loved me, and I can’t just sit here anymore and pretend like everything is okay. That I’m okay, or that you’re okay.”I sat up straight, ignoring the bi

Cruel And Complicated

SeraSleep lingered just out of reach as I flipped over in bed, curling myself around a pillow. Killian’s abrupt rejection tangled in my grief-stricken brain while I shut my eyes and prayed some semblance of sleep would find me and take me under into a dark, dreamless abyss.Why did he always do this?Being with Killian was like a cruel, complicated dance where the steps changed every time I finally felt confident in them. After the night we’d had together, I felt confident that I’d learned the new version of our same old dance, but now, everything had fallen apart again, leaving me clumsily traipsing around the dance floor unable to find my partner.Every time I got close, he pulled away. I did my damnedest to pry the deepest, most hidden parts of him open just to have him snap them shut again. Every layer of himself involved breaking through another lock. Another layer of iron. I hated it.I hated myself for falling for him. I’d allowed myself to do the one thing that could kill me

PB

KillianThe bottle of whiskey sitting across the room on the bar called to me, but I fought the urge, remembering what I’d told Tommaso about sobering up. We needed to have our heads on straight to deal with this. Mindlessly, I drummed my fingers on my desk, staring at the piece of paper we’d found in the warehouse, the one that indicated my worst fear as a mob boss—other than death itself—had become a reality.We had a fucking rat in our family.Adrian had been able to work through the encryptions, finding a massive amount of information about not only me, but other bosses, and this particular paper was proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that none of the troubles we’d been experiencing lately were bad luck or coincidence. They were the very intentional attempts at sabotage orchestrated by the lowest scum on the face of the earth, the man who dared to call me his friend, his boss, and then shove a knife in my back.Cursing under my breath, I lifted the paper to go over it all again, eve

The Godmother

SeraI woke up again at ten in the morning, cursing under my breath. I hadn’t meant to sleep so late. As if aware that I’d finally decided to be useful in some capacity today, Olivia bustled through the door with breakfast and a silver carafe of coffee, her hair sticking up on end and dark circles lining her eyes.“Olivia? Are you all right?”“No, I’m exhausted!” She set the tray down on the little table by the window and poured herself a cup of coffee. “I haven’t slept in days.” She downed what I knew to be ridiculously hot coffee in one swallow, grimaced, choked, and then threw herself beside me on the bed.I had to roll out of the way to stop her from landing on me.“Tommaso and Killian have been having me run errands all night. Fetching coffee, fetching food, fetching documents. Fetching, fetching, fetching!” She yawned so widely I heard her jaw crack. “Tommaso just got home again, too. He went to get Pen and the baby.”“They’re here?” Excitement bubbled up inside of me at the tho

One Day I'll Let You Loose on the World

KillianMikey’d had a knack for arranging funerals. He always remembered everyone’s mother’s name, and their Nonna, and their favorite school teachers and neighbors. He always knew what restaurants to order catering from and who to talk to about suits to bury our dead in.Now, without him here to do it, I didn’t even know where to begin. Sitting at my desk, I tried to remember who he’d called last time for the flowers. My gaze shifted to the office door and I half expected to see him walk through it in his white sleeveless shirt, carrying on about something Tommaso said, or what Francesco did, or how there was nothing to eat in the kitchen.In a lot of ways, Mikey had been like the annoying little brother I hadn’t realized I’d wanted until he was gone.Grief hung heavy in the house as I pulled myself up and straightened my shirt. I hadn’t slept at all, and my head throbbed from the stitches Enstrom had laced across my forehead the night before.The night before.It felt like a fucking

His Favorite Color was Blue

SeraSnow blanketed the ground as I stood in a sea of black with hints of blue, my arms wrapped protectively around baby Michael. Penelope had been adamant that Michael not wear black today. I’d sent Olivia to the mall and had her find a warm navy blue outfit to dress Michael in and wrapped him up in the same shade to protect him against the cold. He slept snuggled against my chest, his cheeks a soft, rosy pink. His mother quietly cried in a chair directly in front of me. Killian sat next to her, his fingers knitted in hers, his eyes downcast. Before us, the casket demanded our attention. Covered in white and red roses, the rich wood had a masculine look that reminded me of Mikey in a way I couldn’t describe.Blue had been Mikey’s favorite color. Penelope’d had her father fetch a ridiculous, practically neon blue suit from their apartment yesterday which he’d brought to the funeral home. Mikey had worn it the day he got married. Penelope laughed when she told me that he’d rented it fr

Lady of the House

KillianThree days passed. There was a notable shift in Sera after Mikey’s funeral and what I’d said to her on the front steps. My words had been harsh, but she needed to hear them. None of this was ever a stupid, fruitless game despite her opinions on the mafia as a whole. Maybe Mikey’s death had brought that truth out into the light for her. Maybe she saw things as they were and not as a veiled game of divide and conquer.This lifestyle was a constant game of life and death. If we wanted to live, if I wanted my men and their families to live, I had to continue to protect them by any and all means necessary.This had nothing to do with ego or my moniker. I was the Hand of the Death because I had to be.Sera understood that now.Finally.So, I let it rest and gave Sera space to take care of Penelope. I hung back as she catered to the comfort of the young widow and her baby and oversaw the comings and goings of Penelope and Mikey’s parents to visit and grieve together. Sera probably ha

In the Gym with Tommaso

SeraHow long had I been here? How many months? I’d lost track. But I knew my way around the mansion now to the point the winding, seemingly unending hallways no longer felt like a maze of shadows and black marble.I also spent a great deal of time watching the nurses who tended to Killian’s mother. I found where her rooms were and avoided the area. I never traveled to that wing of the house or put myself in the position to run into the maids and nurses whose loyalties lie with Mrs. Ricci.It had been weeks since I’d had an encounter with that witch of a woman. I only went into the atrium if Mrs. Ricci wasn’t home, or if I was with Killian, Tommaso, or Adrian, who’d been hanging around the mansion a lot more. I didn’t mind Adrian’s company, even if he was quiet and somewhat skeptical of me still.I missed Mikey.My routine since that awful night was simple. I woke up, ate breakfast with Olivia, and spent a few hours with Penelope every morning. I took Michael on walks around the mansi

Riccardo's Son

KillianThe atrium was quiet as I sat on a bench near the indoor pool. Outside, freshly falling snow blanketed the ground, gathering on the tree limbs. The wet snow hung from the glass ceiling outside, sliding down the panes as I toyed with the phone in my hand.I’d needed a change of scenery. I’d spent the last week holed up in my office making calls, making plans, and making deals.I half expected Sera to be here and felt slightly disappointed she wasn’t. She’d gotten into the habit of bringing books and magazines down from the library and reading on the lounge chair near the wall of tropical plants that snaked up the stone façade of the house. I got the impression that was her chosen spot because the plants kept her hidden from my mother’s view.I glanced up at the rooms my mother occupied, finding them dark and the curtains drawn on the windows overlooking the atrium. She wasn’t here today. Mother wasn’t in good health right now. I felt a pang of guilt at the fact that I never re

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