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All Chapters of KILL FOR HER |18+: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York.Nico Costa.Bigger. Colder. Tattooed.And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch.She thinks they're just friends.He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. "You're one dark motherfucker, Nico.!" Massimo spat the words at my feet. He was lucky he didn't touch me. Or maybe that made him unlucky. He was tied to a chair, wrists bleeding against the rope, face so swollen he was barely recognizable anymore. Angelo had made sure of that. The man couldn't even open one eye. He was lucky I was giving hima chance to speak. This piece of shit tried to get the whole family killed. "Massimo," I said calmly, turning the gun in my hand, "you should've remembered who you were dealing wi

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

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"Nico... this is important. Your father called and voiced his concerns about your grades.'" The bald man spoke again. l'd heard this same line at least six times this year. Maybe seven. I'd stopped counting. My father's voice echoed in my skull, as clear as if he were standing in the room with me: I'l end you with my own hands ifyou think I'll allow my son to fail. You better pass this semester. I won't have a failure for a son. You won't like what happens if you don't. Same shit. Different day. I stared at the message on my phone until my reflection blurred in the black screen, then shoved it into my pocket. No point staring. I got the message loud and clear when I was six. "Very fatherly message I received this moning" I muttered. "Are we done? I'll do better.'" The last thing I wanted was to sit here like some troubled child. Yeah,I skipped class. Yeah, I didn't care. High school algebra wasn't exactly my priority this year. "I'm afraid not," Mr. Dudley said. "Your father

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

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I found table four and sat down, smoothing the front of my dress even though no one was watching. I wasn't a nervous person, not really, but every time I had to tutor someone older than me, my stomach did these weird, anxious flips. Most older students were late. Or rude. Or both. SoI held my breath and waited. When the clock hit the exact time and a giant man walked toward me, I almost choked. Right on time. That was new. "'m Darial Nice to meet you." He didn't smile. Didn't pretend. Didn't even look like he wanted to be here. Great start. Black hoodie. Black jeans. Hood up. Heavy steps. Definitely not a typical senior. Honestly? Kinda terrifying. I tried to read his face, but he had the emotional range of a wal. There was no way I was going to manage to teach a statue. I figured I should just start the conversation. "So, we should get to know each other since we'll be stuck together." I said with my friendliest smile. Nothing. Not even a nod. Awesome. Save me! "Okay...

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

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I passed. Couldn't believe that shit Mr. Dudley had called me back into his office to congratulate me, some long speech about hard work and improvement that I barely heard because all I kept thinking was one thing: She did this. Little pink girl with her neat handwriting and her stubborn hope. She got me through this semester. I don't know how. AllT knew was that somewhere along the way, I started to look forward to our weekly tutoring sessions. Every Wednesday and Thursday. Every damn week. Inever looked forward to anything in this place. But I went to every session she scheduled. Didn't miss a single one. She'd sit there with her pens and her colorful markers, like the world wasn't a rotten place. Like people were good. Like I wasn't who I was. All she knew was good, all she cared for were the soft things in life. She didn't know what she was pulling out of me. And I wasn't about to tell her. I don't think I fully understood either. I didn't say that out loud, obvio

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

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"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Dariaaa!" I heard very loudly in my sleep.I opened my eyes to see my bright green-eyed, blonde-haired sister staring at me, holding pancakes with a candle stuck in the middle. She wore her favorite sleep set that I got her: pink shorts and a matching top. Her beautiful blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, and she definitely didn't look tired. "Lizzy. It's like seven a.m. on a Saturday," l groaned, trying to hide a smile. "Daria! It's your birthday!" she said loudly, placing the plate on my side table before jumping on the bed and making me groan again. "Ouch," I muttered, shifting under her. She was small and petite, which reminded me of howl was at her age in high school. She was somehow twoinches taller than me though. At least lgrew into my curves a little more. I looked more womanly now. When I turned seventeen, the boobs and hips came out of nowhere. I wasn't upset about it. I was still considered petite, but dresses fit me bett

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

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Lizzy and I walked outside and the warm summer air hit me. New York was beautiful in the summer, but winter wasn't my favorite. At least not the snow. I had to bundle up and couldn't wear my cute dresses. My hair was in a half up ponytail, curled at the ends. I wore it down way more often now, unlike when I was younger. I wore a long light-pink satin dress, tight around my waist, soft on my skin. Thin straps, bare shoulders, silver kitten heels, gold jewelry. I wanted to look nice for my birthday, even if no one but Lizzy cared. Lizzy wore a short pink-and-white dress that fit her perfectly. She completely stole my style and I secretly loved that she did. Her blonde hair was down, glowing in the sun, and she wore pink kitten heels to match mine. We looked like a pair of the girliest girls. "Who's that?" Lizzy asked suddenly. A black Genesis G90 was parked at the curb. Sleek. Insanely expensive. Tinted windows so dark I couldn't see a thing inside. I frowned, squinting.

Last Updated : 2026-02-09

7

I had traveled the world. I had seen every type of beauty a man could see. Women threw themselves at me just because of my last name, because of the crown I wore in the shadows, because I was the new Mafia King. None of them ever mattered. But Daria Cole. Daria was the one thing I could never get over. The thing is, I tried. I convinced myself she only saw me as a friend. I kept my distance. Never crossed boundaries. I let her live her life while I focused on mine. Turns out, that didn't help. Seeing her again, in person, was different. I knew what she looked like from pictures, videos, the ways I kept tabs on her without her knowing. She didn't know how I looked now, but I knew everything about her. Where she worked. What she liked. What streets were unsafe. Who she talked to, Who looked at her the wrong way. I kept her safe from a distance. Always. lavoided seeing her because being close to me was a risk. Anyone around a new mafia king wasa fucking target. I needed time

Last Updated : 2026-02-11

8

Elizabeth wasted no time jumping into the dessert menu like she hadn't eaten three pancakes an hour ago. Nico sat across from me, long legs spread, one arm resting on the back of the chair, looking painfully out of place in such a sweet, pastel café. Yet somehow he made the whole room feel smaller, warmer, darker. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. His hair was a bit longer now. Wavy, messy in the front like it wanted to fall into his eyes. The indoor lights hit his skin just right, showing warm undertones I didn't remember from before. His chain glinted when he shifted. Silver cross, simple, masculine. Everything about him looked different.,. grown, settled into something sharp. And somehow... it was familiar too. A small clip holding my ponytail must have loosened, because suddenly a few strands fell out and brushed my cheek. Before I could fix it, Nico reached forward and gently hooked the strand behind my ear. His fingers were warm. My whole body went still. "Oh,

Last Updated : 2026-02-12

9

Lizzy talked. A lot. I barely caught half of what she said because all my attention stayed onDaria. She sat across from me, hands wrapped around her drink, nervously tapping her thumb against the cup. The little gold necklace I gave her rested on her collarbone, glinting every time she moved. I kept catching myself staring at it. Staring at her. "..so do you, like, work out a lot now?" Lizzy asked. "Yes" l answered without looking at her again. My eyes stayed on Daria. Her lashes were long today. She kept chewing on her lip, soft and pink, like she didn't even realize she was doing it. Lizzy kept going. "So you don't have a girlfriend?" "No" Still not looking at her Daria shifted in her seat, cheeks warming. Nervous. Cute. I wanted to look away. Well, not really. Lizzy narrowed her eyes at me. "Why not?" I finally glanced at her for half a second. "Busy." Then my gaze went right back to Daria- who was now pretending to be VERY invested in a plant hanging by the window.

Last Updated : 2026-02-14

10

We pulled up in front of her house, parked, and let the engine run for a second. I needed a moment. Both of them were talking, laughing, and Daria kept adjusting her necklace. My necklace. Lizzy jumped out first, practically skipping toward the house. "Thanks for the birthday, Nico!" she called out, waving like she had just met a celebrity. I nodded once. "Goodnight." Daria didn't follow her. She lingered by the open door, looking at me with that soft expression she always had around me. The one that fucked with every logical part of my brain. "Thank you for today," she said. "I mean it. You really made my birthday special. It was really nice seeing you." Her voice was gentle. She stepped closer. Before I could stop her, she wrapped her arms around me. I froze. The same way I did years ago in the school hallway, but worse, because now she wasn't a little pink bow girl hugging me out of excitement. She was a woman. A beautiful woman pressing against me, warm and soft, her

Last Updated : 2026-02-14

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