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Killian“Today’s the day, Alphonsi.”Scott’s derisive snort was crystal clear, even over the phone. “Hello to you too, Ricci. What are you so disturbingly chipper about?”I was feeling disturbingly chipper. For the first time in what felt like ever, everything was perfect. I finally felt like I had control over my own life. My household was safe, I was going to marry the love of my life next June, I’d further solidified myself as the mafia king of Philly by eliminating my biggest enemies, and by the end of the day, I would have finally, finally, tied up the final loose knots.“The day you get your share.”Scott’s voice turned polite and honey smooth. “Well, it is indeed a lovely day. I have been thinking of buying a yacht lately. Maybe I’ll head to the pier.”I gave him a rundown of all the work my guys and I had been working on since December. Juggling the assets my syndicate absorbed was more than just a balancing act, but it was finally a well-run circus now. Money and land were di

SeraHolding a plate of chocolate cake in one hand and my wrist in the other, Killian took me to the pool on the other side of the atrium. We could only hope Giuliana was asleep in bed with her cold and not spying on us. Part of me really didn’t care. The soft lapping of the water echoed in the humid room. The reflections patterned the ceiling.Killian set the cake on one of the lounge chairs and wasted no time stripping his shirt off. I knew better than to shimmy out of my dress. But I was glad to kick off my heels and pull my hair free of its clip.Heat pulsed in my core at the look in Killian’s eyes as he walked up to me. The hungry gaze drifted to my breasts while I admired the planes of his chest and torso. Through his pants, his cock was already hard.“Just my boobs turn you on?” I mused as he slipped the straps off my shoulders.“Everything about you turns me on, Sera,” he said huskily. “Let me see how you look in a swimsuit.”“I’m no Baywatch actress.”“You’re sexy as hell, bu

SeraI’d overheard Killian and Tommaso’s entire conversation, and I wouldn’t lie that I got choked up. The two of them had been best friends for years and had never really spent much time apart. This was a first for both of them.I was going to walk in at some point to stop Tommaso from leaving without saying goodbye because I knew he was planning to ditch me to avoid the emotional farewell. But when it was clear he was on a tight schedule, I came up with my own plan. When he’d seen me sitting in the driver’s seat, he shook his head and climbed in.They also probably heard me hightail it down the hallway. At least I’d made it into the right car. I’d heard Tommaso rattle off the license plate. My heart had started to beat out of my chest. I’d suddenly felt like a stowaway, but when Killian spotted me and grinned, I knew everything was fine, and he didn’t mind me taking Tommaso to the airport.“Be careful, righthand,” I’d heard Killian say as Tommaso opened the back to throw his suitcas

TommasoThe plane taxied to a stop in front of a large airport that could’ve been anywhere. I stretched my legs, my suit pants sliding against the first-class leather, and wished the flight attendants hadn’t been so, well, attentive about taking away my shitty airplane scotch. It had the bite of a kitten, but maybe it would soothe some of the tension in my muscles.Paige was here. I could feel it.After what felt like eons, they opened the door. I’d paid extra for a seat right near the front, first to disembark, and only brought a carry-on. Nothing would keep me from her. I grabbed my leather duffel and marched out the door.The jetway rattled under my feet, letting in gasps of dry, hot air. I’d chosen a linen suit, at Killian’s advice, but sweat collected on my forehead and under my arms.I emerged into the packed airport. Ice-cold air-conditioning rattled down on me like it could make me forget the blistering heat outside. Someone yelled in light, high Arabic. I swore under my breat

TommasoI stalked out of the hotel that night and pulled my coat around me to ward off a sudden breeze. Fucking deserts. The second the sun went down, it was like a whole different climate. But the yelling, crowded streets, and stink of exhaust hadn’t gone anywhere.Napping proved futile. I didn’t know how I was gonna sleep in that damned bed when I finally had to, but I definitely couldn’t with Paige so close I could touch her. Instead, I spent the afternoon fighting with the hotel wi-fi to find and memorize walking directions to the market Ahmed had given me. If I never had to get in a car and traverse the streets of Cairo again, it would be too soon.Heads turned as I walked, but fewer than in the daylight and in Ahmed’s part of town. I still towered over most of the people on the street, but I towered everywhere I went. At least in downtown, I blended in with the other pale-skinned tourists.That wouldn’t last. Like everything I needed in Cairo, the market sat somewhere most touri