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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)

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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the final standalone in the bestselling Mafia Royals Romances… Unrequited Love. Arranged Marriage. A love triangle for the ages. A contemporary mafia retelling of King Arthur and the Knights of the round table. I will do anything for my family, and as the heir to the Campisi Mafia throne, I fall on my sword and do what's expected of me—it wasn't an accident that I was given the name King. I marry the girl I love—who's already in love with someone else, and because I'm a masochist, I make him her personal bodyguard. After all, who better to protect the woman I love than the man she loves? I have seven days after our wedding to own her—body and soul. Seven days to show her everything I feel. But tragedy strikes, and I'm forced to take the weight of the mafia crown on my head. Now I need my Queen by my side. I don't know who's with me or against me, but I will rule them all with an iron fist and make everyone proud. As our seven days come to an end, I wonder how I will ever be able to let her go. "Until it ends," I whisper. A tear slides down her cheek. "Until it ends." Amen
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Prologue

“The trust of the innocent is the liars most useful tool.” –Stephen King

King

Sometimes I wonder.

Sometimes I think.

Sometimes I ponder.

Sometimes I drink.

Is this normal? This anger? This disappointment?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

I twirl the whiskey glass in my hand and stare into the amber liquid. Why am I this way? Why do I need to feel so deeply? So desperately? Why am I broken?

And why is the person that’s been born to be the glue—lost and unable to keep things together?

“I would love you for an eternity,” I murmur, glancing at her across the room, watching her stare at me like it’s going to make things better when we both know we’re done. “I would die for you. Kill for you. I would bleed for you.”

“I don’t need your blood,” she whispers as a tear runs down her cheek. I want to catch it, but what do you do when you catch someone else’s tears? It’s a metaphor because, at the end of the day, the tear disappears, and so does your fucking hope.

My crown is heavy.

My love for her is heavier. But I can’t let her see me crumble, so I continue to stare, and I continue to give her a choice.

And then I experience pain so searing, so horrible that I wonder if I’ll survive it as I say the words that will damn us forever. “Go to him.”

“But—” Her eyes close. “I know what this means for us.”

“I know,” I say. “But this is how our story both ends and begins, with you walking out that door, toward him, and me carrying the weight of the Families on my shoulders. Go.”

“King—”

“How funny, right? My name… King. As if I can control anything when it’s all out of my hands when a happily ever after is a joke…” I sniff into my drink. “It’s okay though, it’s going to be okay.”

“How?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Because I have no other choice. And neither do you.”

“I care for you—”

“No.” Humiliated, I return my stare into my drink and find my voice cracking. “You love him.”

Chapter One

“We loved with a love that was more than love.” —Edgar Allan Poe

King

“No.” That’s all I really remember. That one word repeating over and over again in my head. Like sand sifting through my fingers, I am losing my grip on reality and on everything I thought I had control over.

My life.

My future.

My soon-to-be wife.

Married.

Had someone told me that I’d be having this conversation with my dad at my age, I would have laughed. Hell, last year, I was fucking my tutor—spoiler alert, it wasn’t because I was failing math.

“Sit,” Dad barks out the order.

I will have zero choice over this.

I know that, even as my ass hits the leather chair. But something in me still needs to fight it—mainly because he doesn’t know. My cousins do, my friends, they all know now after I’d hidden it for a while—super awkward, by the way, having that conversation with Maksim, but that’s an entirely different story, apparently.

I am fighting for peace in a world of nothing but war, and I am already exhausted as my dad stares me down and sighs.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t let him see me break.

I am the main heir—next to my half-uncle—in line to take over the Five Families—now six.

God, six.

I still can’t believe that we sucked in another Family from Italy, completely pissing off the older families in Sicily by bringing someone else in to the fold by way of marriage.

I remember the day I found out we were combining the Five Families of the Cosa Nostra with yet another powerful Family. I laughed, nearly feeling sorry for the poor bastard that had to sacrifice his dick on the altar of marriage to someone he didn’t love.

I shake my head at my dad before he can even get more words out. I’m not shaking my head at him because I’m rejecting what has to happen.

I’m shaking my head because I still can’t believe it’s her.

Anyone else. Literally anyone else.

This is the part of the story where you feel sorry for the poor bastard because he’s marrying someone he hates, but my story’s different.

She’s someone I love.

I just wish she loved me back instead of him.

My eyes squeeze shut. Maybe they’re afraid to stay open because my dad will see too much. Nah, he’ll see it all. Of course, the one time I’m ready to commit it’s to someone who wants nothing to do with me because she loves someone else.

This is a last-ditch effort on my part to stop the world from spinning out of control, to stop myself from making the mistake of living a life where I know the person lying in bed next to me shares her heart with someone else, along with her body, because what sort of sick bastard would I be if I kept her to myself when all she wants to do is give those pieces to someone else?

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Fallen Royal (Mafia Royals #4) Read Online Rachel Van Dyken http://www.wownovels.com/fallen-royal-mafia-royals-4-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Tue, 05 Oct 2021 20:22:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/fallen-royal-mafia-royals-4-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Rachel Van Dyken Series: Mafia Royals Series by Rachel Van Dyken
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Total pages in book: 62
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A mafia romance about betrayal and faith by Rachel Van Dyken, the number one New York Times bestselling author of the Eagle Elite series. "The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie hurts forever."—Ryan Bigge I grew up knowing it would happen one day. Believing that I would fall into my father's footsteps and become a monster of my own making. So I fought it. I lived. I loved. I teased. And then one day… I destroyed. And realized I loved the pain. Obsessed over the feeling. So I cut again and again and again. She saw my rage, my madness, and tried to stop me from destroying myself, and I hated her for it, pushing her away past the point of no return. Izzy Abandonato was supposed to be mine. But there are some things people can never come back from. I hurt her, she hurt me, and now I'm living a lie. Telling the ones I love that I'm on one side when for years I've been forced to play both. I'm not the hero. I'm the villain. And I may single-handedly bring down the Cosa Nostra—by default. I, Maksim Sinacore, will have my vengeance. I will win her back. Even if it means I have to kill everyone in my path. The pain masks the betrayal. I never realized that one day—I'd be the very rat that I hated. That I was sent to kill. But once you're deep in a lie—you'll do anything to hide the truth. She fell for the bad one. She fell for the sinner. So why does that make me smile?
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Prologue

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” —Edgar Allan Poe

Maksim

I fell in love with her when it was right. We were throwing mud, she got some in my eyes, and I was convinced that I was going to go blind at eleven. So I chased her.

She threw more mud and said, literally—“you’ll survive.”

Also at eleven, I milked my first goat with her.

She loved it.

So did I. Because I was with her because our parents were trying to give us normal in a world where normal wasn’t a word that could ever be used.

My goat at the time decided to strike and kicked me, leaving me running around screaming like a little bitch.

“They’re the devil!” I yelled.

She helped me.

We laughed.

And I knew.

I just knew.

Any girl who could survive a scandal like goat gate was a winner.

But I also knew the rules our parents—the bosses—had given us.

No dating within the Families.

It could potentially cause too much turmoil.

It could cause death.

War.

And I tried.

I really did.

I tried to stay away from her. Knew my love for her could hurt her, hurt us. I could hurt us.

So, I became what she needed, even what I needed to stay sane.

And then, one day, it all changed. One day I was given a shit choice. I didn’t tell a soul.

I just got on a plane.

I did the job just as her father ordered me to.

And that’s where my story with Izzy Abandonato ends and begins.

With my lie.

Her truth.

Our pain intertwined.

I killed for them.

I nearly died for them.

And it wasn’t until that first drop of blood fell that they all realized how good I was at it.

And despite my earlier qualms… it felt good…

Right.

Incredible.

My job wasn’t to save lives.

It was to end them.

I just never realized I’d be damned in the process.

You want to know my story?

Hers?

Ours?

Then start at the beginning when everything went to shit.

And I killed my own love story with their bullet.

Six months previous…

“I don’t think I can do what he’s asking me.” I start to count down from ten and take a deep breath.

Nine. Nikolai, otherwise known as The Doctor to both the Russian and Italian mafia Families, is pacing in front of me.

I use his pacing as a way to even my breathing. I count his steps; I feel better when I count.

Eight. Nikolai holds his Makarov pistol in his right hand. Blood is caked on his fingers.

Maybe in another life I would have counted the splatters.

But not now.

Now things are different.

I’m different.

I didn’t make this choice.

She did.

I want to hold her close and tell her I’m sorry. I want to marry her and have a family with her. I want to finish college and get drunk off my ass with the only girl who’s ever held my heart.

The only girl I’ve ever wanted.

Seven. I keep counting. It’s the number of people I’ve been told—not asked—to kill in order to follow in my father’s footsteps.

If I want to take over the Sinacore Family one day, I have to leave behind everything that makes me who I am, Maksim Sinacore, son of both Russian and Italian blood.

Six. Nikolai begins pacing again; a fire crackles in the distance.

Five. I hold still.

“Are you sure about this?” Nikolai sets down his gun and opens a black case. A small vial filled with clear liquid is picked up along with a syringe. “It isn’t exactly FDA approved.”

“I have no choice.” I feel tears at the loss of what should have been and what no longer can be.

I’m outside my body almost.

I’m afraid.

And fear, in the mafia, makes you hesitate, it makes you a target—I can’t be afraid anymore, but I’m not like my cousins—they tried to make me into a killer, but I’m the guy that hesitates when it comes to punching.

I’m the cousin that prefers libraries to torture chambers.

The guy that saves a spider—always thinking twice about killing and death.

Sometimes I wonder if I was born into the wrong family.

But then I see her, and I’m reminded of all the reasons I have to do whatever it takes to stay by her side—even if it means taking a drug that’s not approved by the FDA. Besides, it’s Nikolai Blazik; he won a fucking Nobel prize at nineteen, along with a dozen kills under his belt.

He’s the only one I can tell.

The only one I can go to.

The only one who can fix the heir to the Sinacore throne.

I have to make him proud.

And I have to earn Izzy Abandonato at all costs.

Four. He fills the syringe.

I close my eyes. “If this goes badly, tell Izzy—”

“None of that shit,” Nikolai says in that calm, emotionless voice of his. “You’ll blend fine.”

Three. Three taps against the syringe.

Two. Two squirts of liquid as he pushes.

One.

One needle.

One life about to be changed.

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Mafia King (Mafia Royals #3.5) Read Online Rachel Van Dyken http://www.wownovels.com/mafia-king-mafia-royals-3-5-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Sun, 02 May 2021 20:40:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mafia-king-mafia-royals-3-5-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Genre: Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Rachel Van Dyken Series: Mafia Royals Series by Rachel Van Dyken
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Total pages in book: 35
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Mafia Royals series… One of the first rules they give you when you're undercover—never fall for the enemy. I didn't just fall for the enemy. I became what I was supposed to hate. What's worse: I fell in love with one. I live a double life, and both sides know it's only a matter of time before I'm forced to choose. Rebirth through mafia blood. Or death at the hands of the very government I swore to protect. I have one more job before my time's up. I just wish it was anything but babysitting a mafia princess who's half my size but knows how to pack such a brutal punch I worry about my ability to have children. Tin's small but terrifying. And I'm her new bodyguard while we all go on a much-needed vacation. I just have to stick to the plan. And remember rule number one. And stop kissing her. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.
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One Thousand and One Dark Nights

Once upon a time, in the future…

I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.

I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and

the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast

library at my father’s home and collected thousands

of volumes of fantastic tales.

I learned all about ancient races and bygone

times. About myths and legends and dreams of all

people through the millennium. And the more I read

the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered

that I was able to travel into the stories... to actually

become part of them.

I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher

and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I

would not be telling you this tale now.

But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off

with bravery.

One afternoon, curious about the myth of the

Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to

see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar

(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then

sent yesterday's wife to be beheaded. It was written

and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade,

the vizier's daughter, he’d killed one thousand

women.

Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived

in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged

places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had

never occurred before and that still to this day, I

cannot explain.

Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have

taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can

protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to

protect herself and stay alive.

Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.

And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a

point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.

And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that

he might hear the rest of my dark tale.

As soon as I finish a story... I begin a new

one... like the one that you, dear reader, have before

you now.

Prologue

Tank

“I’m in Hell.” I hung my head in my hands, not giving a shit if Sergio Abandonato, made man, doctor for the Five Families, and truly genuine pain in my FBI ass pulled a gun on me.

Hell, at this point, I’d welcome a knife.

If he told me he was going to cut off my dick and feed it to his chickens—crazy I know, can’t talk about it, too traumatized, carry on—I’d be like…do it, put me out of my fucking misery.

Now.

I beg you!

It all started a year ago. The FBI decided that they wanted me to infiltrate Chicago’s most notorious mafia Families by way of their kids—most of which were my age and attending Eagle Elite University. It sounded like an easy in-and-out job—and then I got to know them. Really know them. And realized that not only was I semi-related by way of my dead parents, but they were also more loyal than any agent I’d ever worked with. I never expected to start working for all five of the most powerful bosses in the Cosa Nostra—to kill for them…look the other way. Or to justify everything they did all in the name of blood and loyalty. But I did.

And now Sergio was looking at me like I had no choice but to do his bidding—again. And smiled while doing it.

I’d never been weak. Never.

Until I met his eldest daughter.

Kartini Abandonato. Or, to most of the Family: Tiny.

Cute, right?

If you’re a huge fan of blood-sucking piranhas, then sure, super-cute. But me? I’m more of a dog guy. So, no, she wasn’t cute.

Oh, she was beautiful.

But cute?

Friendly?

House-trained?

That would be a no.

Even now, I could picture her walking into the kitchen wearing a skin-tight leather leotard with a plunging neckline, heels that could kill a man dead, heavy eye makeup, with one hand full of a bottle of Jack, and the other holding her ever-present vape pen.

Tame?

My. Ass.

And that was the thing. She used to be this…tiny, adorable thing.

Now, she was my job.

My purpose.

Basically, despite our seven-year age difference…she was my job. The girl I guarded, watched over, made sure to keep alive—and all because I’d refused them.

Who?

The Five Families.

They wanted my loyalty.

And I told them I wanted to toe the line between the FBI and the Five Families in order to help.

HELP.

They said they didn’t want help.

But they needed it.

So, I fell on my sword.

And now?

Punished.

“You’ll do it,” her father said with a grin, his hair pulled into a sleek man bun as he sipped his glass of red wine or whatever the hell it was. His smile was amused, all white and cheerful like he had something to be happy about despite the devil owning his daughter’s soul. “And you’ll do it well. Otherwise…” He trained his revolver on me and shrugged. “Target practice.”

“You have chickens for that,” I deadpanned.

He laughed. “No, I have you for that.”

“How…comforting.” I shifted in my seat. “Look, I get that she needs protection, what with her sudden desire to push every rebel button in the history of rebellion, but I’m still working for the FBI. Asking me to be her personal guard and keep the Families out of the shit is crap, and you know it!”

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Destructive King (Mafia Royals #3) Read Online Rachel Van Dyken http://www.wownovels.com/destructive-king-mafia-royals-3-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Sun, 17 Jan 2021 19:49:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/destructive-king-mafia-royals-3-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Rachel Van Dyken Series: Mafia Royals Series by Rachel Van Dyken
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A mafia romance about love and loss by Rachel Van Dyken, the number-one New York Times bestselling author of the Eagle Elite series. …When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. — Mary Elizabeth Fyre "I'm sorry for your loss." I would rather be tortured for an eternity than hear those damn words from one more person, as if Claire, my dead fiancé, was a cell phone or car keys. How about, I'm sorry your life is over. I'm sorry you want to die too. I'm sorry you see her in your dreams and wake up only to relive the nightmare. I'm supposed to be the strongest of them all. Ash Abandonato, ruler, assassin, made man, brother, friend—instead, I hurt everyone I touch in hopes that they'll feel even a sliver of the pain that bears down on my shoulders. I didn't lose. It was taken from me. And it's all her fault, Annie Smith. I daydream about her death. And then I close my eyes, and I see her soft smile. I feel her touch, her kiss—it was a mistake what we did that night, but I can't take it back, and now she's under my father's protection—my protection. My worst enemy. The woman I'm the most attracted to. I can't decide if I want to strangle her or kiss her, and now that she's stuck in my life, my only goal is to make her feel the same loss I do and destroy her in the process. I'll trick her with my touch. Seduce her with my kiss. And in the end, when my enemy is at her most vulnerable—I'll bring down an entire Empire and continue my reign as King. Bow down, I'll say as I bring the Five Families to their knees. Blood in. Never out. Damned.
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Prologue

“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.” —Haruki Murakami

Annie

I’d been living at the Abandonato compound, aka house, for two days, and already I felt like I was going to go crazy.

It was huge.

Like a mausoleum.

The only thing that helped was Ash’s mom Luc’s amazing cooking and the fact that Chase, underboss to the Abandonato Family and current US Senator from Illinois, reserved his terrifying mafia face for his children.

But me?

It was like he saw past the sweaters I couldn’t help but button all the way up to my chin.

He saw past the shyness.

He saw it all.

So when he looked at me, it was with respect.

If only that trickled down into his one and only son, Ash.

The same son who’d been spiraling since the death of his fiancée.

A chill wracked my body as I shot up from the bed in search of a sweatshirt I could put on. Why did they always keep the house so frigid? It was like they didn’t believe in heat or something, not that I wasn’t thankful for having a roof over my head after my adoptive parents’ death.

I blocked out the memories.

Just like I blocked out the blood that seemed to still be staining my hands even though I hadn’t done anything.

No, that had all been Ash.

I’d never seen another person so full of rage, so full of uncontrollable sadness that you couldn’t help but feel it every time you were in their presence.

Thunder boomed outside my window as the late fall rain pounded against the rooftop. I’d always loved storms, even more so now that I had a ginormous room with a balcony that overlooked the pool—including the pool house where Ash was currently brooding.

Memories of kissing him in that pool assaulted me until my feet took me over to the door, until I was opening it and peeking my head out to get a glance at the shallow end where he’d pushed me up against the wall and kissed the hell out of me.

To the footsteps I’d taken from the pool in a stupid immature move that probably could have ended with my blood on his fingertips—he’d been that angry.

I stared at his door and willed it to open.

And when it did, I nearly dropped to the ground so he couldn’t see me.

Instead, he just looked up at the sky, swaying on his feet as a bottle of pills fell from his hands onto the cement; he barked out a laugh and tilted back whatever was left of the fifth he’d chosen that night.

His full lips were pulled back into an amused smile as the rain attacked whatever shreds of good sense he still possessed.

“Are you happy now?” He roared up at the sky, then threw the bottle against the side of the pool house as the pills on the ground washed away. “Answer me!” He grabbed a chair and threw it into the pool. “Are you fucking happy?”

His screams were going to wake up the only neighbors we had—two miles away.

As it was, he was one more mistake from getting chained in the dungeon. I knew this because Chase had said so during dinner the night before, and when I laughed, and nobody else did, I realized they did, in fact, actually have a soundproof room in the basement.

Something told me people didn’t exactly come back from that.

It was his own child, but it was also the mafia, and even though nobody ever explained the rules—I knew one thing. They were killers. All of them. So chaining your son to a chair in the basement?

Probable.

I hesitated for a minute, but when he grabbed another chair and threw it, I snatched my sweatshirt, told myself that I’d faced angry before and knew how to calm it, and ran down the stairs and out the kitchen door.

Rain pelted my gray hoody as I jogged over to Ash and yelled, “Stop!”

He was holding the chair midair as he turned to me, his icy blue eyes void of all emotion.

Lost. He was so lost my heart cracked bit by bit as his chest heaved with more rage than a human was capable of holding—capable of coming back from.

A tear slid down my cheek, mixing with the raindrops.

He had everything.

And yet, he focused on the one thing he had lost.

I didn’t want to judge his mourning, but that’s not what this was—this was devastation pure and simple. This was carnage in its rarest form—this was death while still living.

A damned purgatory I wasn’t sure anyone would come back from, especially since he chose to punish himself because he was left behind.

And Claire?

In Heaven with their unborn child.

“Go. Away,” he said through clenched teeth, but at least he lowered the chair to the ground.

I took a deep breath and then a step forward. “You’re drunk and, from the looks of the pills you spilled, high. Just sleep it off, Ash—”

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The Woods are Lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go, before I sleep —Robert Frost I was born under fire and swore to protect her until my dying day, I just never knew that one day, I'd be the very monster I was protecting her from. She didn't know it was me. She didn't know that I had no choice and would do it again and again to save her. I may as well have given her the mark on her finger. The one that shows where her loyalty must lie. Because we don't sin in silence. And eventually, you have to pay up what you owe. My need to protect her turned into a lie to save her. And when she found out—I turned in to the very monster I was trying to protect her from. Watching Violet Abandonato walk out of my life was like a knife to the chest, a wound that refused to heal. The bosses sent me to protect her, to watch over her even though I was the demon she fled. We both carry scars. But if all I can have is her hate for as long as I breathe. I'll take it. Because at the end of the day, I should burn in Hell forever thinking Chase Abandonato's perfect angel would pick me—over her perfect life. "I broke you," I confessed. "The worst part… is that you liked it," she snapped right back. Welcome to the second generation of the mafia, may the best man or woman, be left standing. May God bless our tainted souls.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both, And be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could…

—Robert Frost

Prologue One

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. —Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Valerian

I watched her often.

Sometimes I imagined I was her guardian angel, or maybe her avenging knight, the fallen hero who would never have her but could watch from afar.

Watching, after all, didn’t mean touching.

She was wearing white again, so pure as she did a twirl under his hand and then threw her head back and laughed as he bowed, she curtsied, and then the rest of them joined in, the cousins of the Italian mafia.

The royals.

The untouchables.

They had no idea how lucky they were to grow up in a house where parents loved you rather than told you that you shouldn’t have been born. Of course, that was after, but that didn’t lessen the effects of those words.

Bastard.

Liar.

Fool.

For years, I thought that my middle name was Bastard until one of the men took pity on me and told me it was just Valerian.

Imagine a ten-year-old, introducing himself as Bastard and not understanding why everyone around him laughed and mocked him in Russian.

Her laugh brought my thoughts back to the present as I stood behind the tree and continued watching, hiding my face in the shadows like I always did when I watched.

She may as well be a siren.

My siren.

And I, the pathetic sailor, begging for her to just let me drown in her arms.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting my stalking. I quickly answered it. “Da?”

“Pora Umerit.”

I hung up.

I had always known the day would come.

“Time to die,” he’d said.

Was it so wrong to hope to see her in my dreams?

“One day,” I whispered, my accent thicker than usual. “I will have you, Violet Abandonato, and it will be my name you scream… not his.”

I turned on my heel and walked off.

Because sometimes, dying meant you were finally going to get a chance to live.

Prologue Two

The Beginning…

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who prefer fire, but if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, to say that for destruction ice, is also great, and would suffice —Robert Frost

Breaker

Christmas 2019

I tapped the thick red invitation against my thigh. My all-black suit felt like it was choking the life out of me; at least I didn’t have to wear a tie. With my free hand, I adjusted the red mask on my face. You could see my un-naturally green eyes, square jaw, and full lips, but that was it.

And wasn’t that the point?

Secrecy.

Power.

Greed.

Smokescreens.

“Sir.” An attendant dressed in an all-red suit and black mask held out a tray of red wine. I almost rolled my eyes. Were we fucking mafia vampires now?

Bad enough that I had to even be there when every one of my cousins got a free pass—everyone but Chase’s kids who were probably bored to tears and ready to set fire to the place.

So many politicians and celebrities to rub shoulders with. My presence alone should make them feel uncomfortable. I was armed to the teeth, ready to act if needed, and prepared to do the one thing I promised Chase I’d do.

Make sure Violet didn’t try to sneak off.

They’d gotten in another fight about the facade of being both a politician’s daughter and underboss’s daughter and feeling like a fraud every single time she wore her white dress and perfect nude heels and smiled for the cameras.

She would be easy to pick out in the crowd.

Her sleek black hair was the envy of literally every female I knew, and that matched with her light blue eyes, seriously hot body, and high cheekbones and full lips made her look like a fallen angel.

One I would desperately like to corrupt. Not that we hadn’t had our moments, some of them embarrassingly fast, but most of them firsts because—regardless of how she treated me in front of her dad—she trusted me, and I was in love with her. The shitty part was that she never let me get that far, almost like she knew the minute we crossed that line, there would be no going back and only death in our future.

Delivered from Dear Old Dad himself.

I smirked to myself.

Right, the last thing I needed was Chase Abandonato murdering me for touching his perfect daughter.

After all, my blood was no good, according to him.

He didn’t know though—none of them did—how easy it was for me to play the dumb sheep when I’d been a wolf since birth.

Ready to devour the innocent.

Corrupt the powerful.

And take my rightful place on the stolen throne.

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A mafia romance about best friends turned enemies by Rachel Van Dyken, the number one New York Times bestselling author of the Eagle Elite series. The enemy of my enemy is my friend… I never thought my father would ask this of me, to become the second generation at Eagle Elite University, to rule with an iron fist, and to take care of anyone who gets in our way. But ever since the incident. Ever since Him. There’s been a war in our little clique. After all, a house divided cannot stand. He’s the problem, not me. He used to kiss me like I was his oxygen. Now he looks at me like I’m his poison. But we both drank it, again and again, never believing there would be a day when our love would start a war. And our friendship would shatter into a million pieces. Then again, the worst thing you could do in the mafia is hang on to hope that your life will be normal. The second worse thing? Fall in love with your best friend. Enemy. And heir to the Nicolasi throne.
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A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell;

And very hard the task I find of governing it well.

—Louisa May Alcott

Prologue

Serena

“Shhhh,” Junior clapped a hand over my mouth as voices sounded around the corner.

Our dads.

Both of them.

I grinned against his palm while he rolled his eyes and leaned in, pressing me against the wall, we were blanketed in darkness, just us. His scent wrapped around me in a way that felt like a fantasy. He tasted like cinnamon; the heat between our bodies would sear a normal person alive.

But we weren’t normal.

We were best friends.

Who just happened to be sleeping together.

At sixteen.

And he was a few months older—the dads would flip if they knew—all of them.

They wouldn’t approve. It was one of their many rules. And only they knew the real reason they didn’t want any of us together.

But telling me I couldn’t have what I want was basically like begging me to do it, I snuck into Junior’s bedroom when I was fifteen.

And the rest was history.

We’d been inseparable ever since.

“Mmmm…” Junior ran his hands down my sides, his fingers grazing skin as he tilted his head at a different angle. The hushed voices coming from the living room only made the moment hotter, more urgent. They’d kill us for being together.

I wasn’t even exaggerating.

That was the price we paid for being born into mafia royalty.

And yet, I didn’t care, maybe I would if I had a gun pointed at me, but right now? All I wanted was him.

With every kiss, I lied and said it was worth a life, life is fleeting anyway, why not spend it in someone’s arms? Better yet, why not spend it in his bed?

“We’re going to get caught.” Junior pulled away and sighed, then pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes were an ocean blue almost teal, I always had trouble focusing when he watched me like he wanted me to know he saw everything and what he saw, he wanted—desperately.

“Not today, we won’t.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Besides, we know how to fight.”

He gave me a dubious look. “You do realize that the body count of both of our dads’ rivals that of the Capo…”

I ignored the mention of the glorified Godfather of the Five Families and pressed against his rock-hard body and winked. “Worth it.”

“Fuck.” He kissed me, again and again, pressing me so hard against the wall that I could feel every inch of him burning into me, dying for me.

My hands tangled in his hair as I tried to hold on to him, wrapping my legs around him, holding him prisoner.

The voices got louder.

We broke apart at the exact minute my cousin Ash rounded the corner and stared at us in frustration. “You’re going to get caught, and I’m not gonna go down with the ship.”

I grinned. “Awww, you’re just pissed because you aren’t getting any.” I loved teasing Ash. It was too easy to get him to react, just like his dad Chase, like a bomb ready to go off.

“You shouldn’t be getting any at all!” He clenched his teeth. “Uncle Nixon’s gonna flip his shit if he finds out about you two.”

“Dad will be fine.” I sounded more confident than I felt. My dad was a killer and the boss of the Abandonato Family. I loved him more than life itself. He would understand this; he would side with me; he always did.

Right?

I mean, I was his princess, heir to the throne, and we were best friends, me and my dad, not that he didn’t love Bella. My little sister was spoiled rotten, but she was ten years younger than me, which meant all the responsibility of the Family would fall onto my very capable shoulders.

“It’s not just that…” Ash looked between us. “If it was anyone else…”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Junior shoved Ash’s chest, causing Ash to stumble backward. He looked more annoyed than anything; I expected knives to get pulled any minute.

It’s how we solved everything.

Violence.

“Phoenix Nicolasi, former De Lange—”

We both gaped while Junior shoved him again. “The hell, man! You can’t say that name… not here.”

Ash made the motion of the cross over his chest like it would somehow prevent the past from haunting our future and sighed. “Look, all I’m saying is, if it were anyone else, they’d probably look the other way, but precious Serena shacking up with dipshit—” he grinned at Junior “—that’s you, by the way.”

“Fuck. You.” Junior pulled out his dagger.

It still had blood on the blade.

Awesome.

“You guys don’t know the history between them. Sure the bosses all look happy now, but Phoenix did some serious shit back in the day. Let’s just say there’s no way that this is gonna slide. One or both of you are going to end up dead, and then who would braid Izzy’s hair?”

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The prequel to the much anticipated Mafia Royals series.... Something dark this way comes. He's gorgeous, mean, and mine. He catches me dreaming about him, and then just like my dream, he decides to make me his. I should have said no when he asked me to swear fealty to him. The knife clued me in first. The blood second. And third, it was the blessing of the most famous mafia bosses in the known world as they sat around the dinner table and told me that I had no choice but to join. Because they knew my secrets. And running meant I was nothing more than target practice. I said yes because of my bully. And he told me he'd keep me safe. But who keeps me safe from him?
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Chapter One

Claire

I was hiding behind a potted plant, next to a beer keg, and a drunk frat brother who looked about one second away from needing an ambulance. I drank out of the red solo cup—liquid courage even though I wasn’t much of a drinker, while I watched him.

It’s not like I was the only one.

Everyone watched him.

We may as well be servants in his Kingdom, and he knew it.

Asher Abandonato.

It had been years since any of the Families had sent one of their own to school—one of the last guys—Dante, had left a blood bath in his wake. Rumors fed the gossip circles until it was decided that Dante basically chopped off fingers, thumbs, toes, laughing all the while he did it, and then destroying everything in his wake and don’t even get me started on Dom, he was the last, some may even say the worst.

And ever since then, nobody was allowed to party at The Spot, or Space or whatever they were calling it this year.

Mainly because even bleach couldn’t get out the bloodstains, and because others viewed it as some sort of Holy Ground.

Murals were painted inside the once famed party spot, just another way to cover up blood.

What kind of massacre took place at a University?

A better question? What kind of mafia family ran their own university and got away with it without having the FBI chase them down?

The Abandonatos were gods.

They owned everything.

Got away with everything.

And were too beautiful for words.

I bit down on my bottom lip as students watched in awe, Asher had taken one step inside the massive room at The Spot, and even the music was turned down like people were actually waiting for him to make some sort of speech. After all, he was a god among mortals. And we were partying in his domain, at his pleasure.

I sipped the tepid beer and watched.

They were waiting for something.

And I knew exactly what they were waiting for.

Because I’d asked him to come.

On a whim, during US History, when everyone was supposed to be watching the stupid movie, I’d dropped my pencil, he picked it up, our fingers brushed, and I jerked away in fear.

Fear that he was really as dangerous as everyone said he was.

And fear that I would have a violent reaction to his touch like everyone else did.

And I was right.

My reaction was completely uncalled for.

It was lust.

Not high school, oh goodie, I hope he kisses me lust.

But the kind that wraps itself around you so tight that it’s hard to breathe, the kind that doesn’t let up throughout the day, only increases with each breath and each step you take until you’re sick with it.

Ocean blue eyes searched the room.

I stayed behind the plant, what the hell was a plant doing there anyway? They were partying in a room where souls were probably still floating around? The fact that the frat was even able to get in the door was astonishing; someone said they stole a key, and there they were.

The next day in class, Asher asked me for a piece of paper.

An hour later, he handed me a note.

“You’re beautiful.” Was what it said.

Who wrote notes in college?

He did.

Beautiful, dangerous, Asher.

With his wavy whiskey-colored hair and his massive build. He could have any girl he wanted, the guy could party with Victoria’s Secret supermodels and fit right in.

So why me?

His eyes finally landed on the plant.

And then on me.

The crowd parted.

With a shaking hand, I lowered the cup.

And then he was there, in front of me, all six-foot-four of him, with muscles bulging in places that seemed impossible for a twenty-year-old.

“Hey,” he rasped.

I had no thoughts beyond asking him what kind of cologne he wore and then dashing to the nearest store, buying it, and spraying my pillow with it like a freak.

“Hi.” I found my voice.

Another step, until we were nearly chest to chest, I looked up into his blue eyes, waiting for something. We’d exchanged maybe two sentences in the last week. He’d called me beautiful, and I told him I’d be at the party tonight.

That was it.

“Dance with me.” He held out his hand.

I stared at it. “You? Dance?”

“Don’t you?” He grinned, his full smile was like a punch to the gut, no guy had a right to look so beautiful and lethal all at once. I could have sworn I heard a massive female sigh trickle around the room as I gave him my hand and walked with him toward the area where people were dancing.

He pulled me toward the corner, further away from the crowds, and then leaned in like he was going to kiss me. “You need to leave. Now.”

“What?” I jerked back.

He pulled me closer, then twirled me until my back was to him, I could feel his arousal pressed against me. I froze as his lips touched the outside of my ear. “They’re coming, and you’re too pretty to kill.”

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