Taken by the Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 351 - チャプター 360

PaigeI stared back at Tom, who looked at me like I’d just grown a second head. Like I was crazy, just for wanting to help, wanting to do the thing I said I was driving toward all along.Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice reminded me that I was crazy.“This is going to be extremely dangerous,” Tom said slowly. “I double-checked with all my guys, mafia lifers, that they were actually willing to take on something with this high of a chance of going wrong.”I crossed my arms. “Consider this your double-check. I’m in.”He cupped my cheek, and I resisted the urge to lean in to his touch. “These women are going to be moments out of captivity. You did fantastic with Beth, but are you sure you’re ready for that?”I pulled away from him. “I’m not some wilting fucking flower. I put you and Steve on your respective asses.”That same voice reminded me I’d almost gone catatonic when McKenna had talked about her experiences in captivity, that I’d almost broken down just making fake women to

TommasoOn Friday morning after Paige’s therapy, I sat at my desk, tying up a few loose ends. I hadn’t heard anything from Tony yet, but if I had to guess, I’d say the bastard would keep me waiting as long as possible as some kind of punishment for making him show me his set-up in the first place. He definitely seemed to want the “product” I “had,” but he also seemed like a petty piece of shit.The door to my office opened, and I looked up, expecting Miranda with the espresso I’d requested. Instead, Killian stepped in, wearing the sort of scowl I knew meant he wasn’t pleased. Part of me, the part that knew I was sitting in my own goddamn house running my own goddamn operation, wanted to demand what the hell he was doing here. The rest of me just saw my pissed-off boss—former boss.Killian dropped into one of the leather armchairs across from my desk. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into now?”“What?” The tips of my ears warmed.“I’m not stupid, Tommaso.” Killian plucked a pen

PaigeMy mouth crashed into Tom’s, and our teeth clacked together painfully. For a split second, I thought he was going to shove me back and keep arguing. Instead, he grabbed me and lifted me so I could reach his mouth more easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and devoured him like he was food and I’d never eaten before. His tongue moved in rhythm with mine, meeting me stroke for stroke. I wound my hands into his hair and pulled. He hissed and nipped my bottom lip.The spark of pain mixed with the pleasure mingled, became something more intoxicating still. He wouldn’t hurt me worse than I wanted, than I could handle.All of Tom’s gentle restraint seemed to have disappeared. He shoved a hand up under my sweater with no warning, his massive palm warm against my stomach. I moaned and arched into him. He made a low, ravenous sound.I pulled back from his lips and began kissing the rest of his face, his neck. It took all my failing brain cells to remember not to sink my teeth into th

PaigeI tapped a frantic pattern on my jeans, waiting for the signal from Tommaso. According to Lyle, who I’d bribed with promises of backdoor access to the slate of programs Henley and Stephenson gave me for free, he’d just gone in. Sera sat in the front seat, almost frozen, like she had been the whole time. When I told her I was going to sit outside, she insisted on coming with, to give me moral support, but she’d gone still as soon as we got in this van. It seemed like she needed the support more than I did. Killian gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, and released it again. Clearly, he’d rather be inside, but Tom said he didn’t have enough uniforms to add another cop to the roster. I thought he just didn’t want to be under his old boss’s heavy gaze. Olivia had also tagged along, though she intended to stay in the car the whole time. I thought she must be there for moral support.The sharp crack of gunfire split the air. Sera turned green. My blood froze. Eons pa

TommasoAll the guys who’d helped that night with the raid crowded into my office, and I passed out glasses of my favorite scotch. Killian took a whiff and grimaced playfully. Even though we had to hide out here to keep from scaring the women in the den, there was a celebratory mood in the air. We’d done it! Not only had we gotten all the women out and taken Tony down, we’d gotten off basically scot-free. Vince got winged, but we didn’t even need to interrupt Sera to patch him up. Teddy had done it with a splash of cheap vodka and a couple wound closure strips.“All right.” I lifted my glass. “To the Conti syndicate.”“Conti!” Everyone knocked their glasses together and drank.“Stan, progress report?” I took my seat.He cleared his throat. “I’ve put word out through the appropriate channels, and the Philly PD is claiming a massive success in taking down a sex trafficking ring just outside the city.”The men cheered again.“That doesn’t mean there won’t be questions,” I said. “When som