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Taken by the Mafia King House Guest
Tommaso“Hi,” Paige said breathlessly.“Hi.” I smiled despite the evening I’d had and the flurry of activity around me as the Egyptians boarded their plane. “How are you?”“Stressed enough that I’ll kill you if you make me do the small talk thing,” she said. “What happened?”I laughed. “All right, all right. It went well. Nobody’s hurt. Didn’t even have to fire a shot.”She exhaled sharply. “Thank God. Okay. But did they agree to help?”“Eventually.” I glanced in the window of the van at where Gamal sat with his hands bound behind his back. “They wanted to meet another day to discuss details, but I brought them around to my point of view.”“I thought you said you didn’t fire any shots,” she said wryly.“I didn’t!” I turned away from my captive. “We’ll just have a house guest for a while.”“What?”I took a deep breath. I’d given Paige the run of my house, our house, but there was one locked, hidden door she would never find unless I pointed it out to her. And that door led to the sub-b
Taken by the Mafia King Facing the Music
PaigeI stood at the second-floor window overlooking the driveway and continued to gnaw at my fingernail like I had been since I hung up with Tom. I couldn’t stop thinking about the secret torture basement in the house I’d spent months in, how easy it would have been for Tom to turn into another bastard and put me right back where I was. Did he have anyone down there now? Had he, in the time I’d lived here? I might’ve yelled at him on the phone, but nearly alone in an empty house, the prospect scared me more than it pissed me off. How many bastards had lived under my floors without my knowledge?The black van pulled through the gates, and I plastered myself to the window. Tom hopped out first and circled around to slide open the side door. My heart pounded. Stan and Carp stepped out with a shadowed man held between them. My stomach flipped, and I pressed a hand to my mouth. That was the man who was going to be tortured in my basement. I’d have to go about my day to day knowing he was
Taken by the Mafia King Safety
PaigeTom kissed me back just as hard, just as hungry. Every press of his lips read like a promise.I am here. I am bigger than anything that could hurt you. I will let you fight your battles, but you will never stand alone. He took a few steps forward and crushed my back against one of the four posters of our bed. The wood pressed into my skin, warm and familiar. I gasped into his mouth, pinned between the solidity of him and our home. He took advantage of the brief distance between our mouths to rip my shirt and sweatshirt off over my head. Then, his jaw went slack.I blushed. Earlier in the night, I thought it might be nice to greet him when he came home in something a little sexier than the boxers and T-shirt I wore to bed, so I’d pulled out a set of lingerie I’d purchased on a whim last month. The bra—if it could really be called that—cupped my breasts in almost completely sheer, deep red lace.“No.” He shook his head. “Don’t blush. You’re perfect. You’re goddamn beautiful.”He
Taken by the Mafia King Crybaby
TommasoThe next day, I headed down to my office after Paige had left for the shelter. I hadn’t woken up to any panicked calls from Stan or Carp that Gamal had broken loose, so I wasn’t surprised when I found the two of them, looking exhausted, in the chairs in front of my desk when I arrived. Shift change.“You two look like hot garbage,” I said. “Have Miranda make you coffee and breakfast before you leave.”Stan nodded. Carp just rubbed his eyes.“Shit, I’ll have her make some for all three of us now.” I texted the chef to just bring in a pot of espresso and three cups when she had a chance.“I’m not as young as I used to be.” Stan shook his head. “But I don’t know what Carp’s excuse is. As guard jobs go, the kid was a fucking breeze.”“My excuse is that I did the recon for the airstrip job last night,” Carp muttered. “And he was a breeze if constant whimpering doesn’t make you want to kill a very valuable hostage.”“Whimpering?” I asked.Miranda opened the door with the pot of espr
Taken by the Mafia King Nightmares
Paige“Yeah,” I said to a family member of one of the new arrivals on the phone. “We can definitely pay for plane tickets as needed, but that’s going to limit the size of your party. Can you manage it with just two?” I scrubbed a hand over my face and forced myself to sound chipper. Despite falling asleep in Tom’s arms last night, I still had intense dreams that kept waking me up. Sleep dragged at my limbs, but the shelter needed me at my best.“I…I guess,” the dad on the phone said. “Anything for my baby girl.”“Fantastic.”We exchanged information, and I sent an email to the remote admin I kept on hand for when we needed to do a lot of organizing at once like this. She’d have the plane ticket in the guy’s inbox before I even stopped for lunch. I shook out my hands, tried not to dwell on how far away lunch felt, and strode out of my office.The common room was a riot of activity again. Now that the women had been through basic triage, we’d moved Dr. Martinez to one of the rooms we’d
Taken by the Mafia King Hal
TommasoI stood in the mouth of a dark alley, the full moon overhead casting the brick walls and trash cans in stark relief. Technically, I was supposed to meet Hal inside the alley, but I wasn’t stupid enough to corner myself when meeting an unknown element. In the back of my mind, I kept picturing my dad, hitting the ground in an alley just like this one and never getting up again. Stan swore up and down that Hal’s dad said he was a good kid, basically, just a little thick. I trusted Stan, trusted his sense of others. But I still placed my back against a wall and didn’t walk more than a foot into the alley. I owned enough cops in the city that I wasn’t exactly going to get picked up for loitering.A few minutes after the chosen time, someone sauntered up to me. A younger man, maybe a couple of years older than Paige, with a dense thatch of blond hair that stood up at all angles and a haze in his eyes that told me he’d imbibed something before our meeting appeared. I swallowed down a
Taken by the Mafia King Turning the Tables
PaigeA couple weeks of quiet passed. We cleared out all the women from Tom’s midday rescue that had other places to go, and the remaining few who didn’t settled into life at the Haven. I started to itch for something to do. That anger boiled in my veins nearly daily, even when women from other situations came to us. Lauren had to talk me down from facing one woman’s abuser myself when he stood outside our building for a few hours.The week of the auction, I sat down to dinner with Tom on the patio outside.“We’re moving on Marino on Friday,” he said.I swallowed hard. Friday was the day of the auction. My skin crawled as I remembered waking up in the dark, cage-lined basement. I’d cried at first, something that pissed me off to remember during the rest of my captivity. But I hadn’t known how much my life was going to change then. Now, thinking about it just made me sick. I pushed my dinner a bit away.“That’s when all the women will be there,” Tom continued.I remembered that, too. F
Taken by the Mafia King Friday Night Lights
TommasoI tapped my fingers on the steering wheel of one of the many vans positioned a couple of blocks away from the Mansion on Friday night. Stan sat in the passenger seat next to me, and a team of hand-picked men occupied the back. Over an earpiece Lyle had given me, I listened to what Killian was hearing on the inside through a call he had open in his pocket.“Yeah,” he murmured to one of his allies. “We’ve got the numbers. You’ll know when it’s going down.”“Long live the new king,” the man replied.I took a deep breath. Killian had smuggled in more of his men than Marino would normally allow in other crews, and all of his allies had been willing to appear. I’d brought a fairly small strike team—for the balls of what we were about to do—counting on support once we made it inside.Room noise filled the speaker for a long moment. I only caught snippets of conversation, low music. I could picture the whole setup. The low lighting, the quiet music, everyone in masks. With that anonym
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