Title: Entice
(Eagle Elite #3)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken
Release Day : May 13, 2014
From #1 New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the third book in the bestselling Eagle Elite Series...
“As burns this saint, so burns my soul. I enter alive, and I will have to get out dead.”
Chase Winter let the love of his life slip through his fingers and into the hands of his best friend and mafia boss of the Abandanato family. Now that he's been given a second chance to right a wrong--he refuses to let his own selfishness stand in the way. The only problem? He's not fully in possession of his heart, so when Mil De Lange, the girl who's innocence he stole, and heir to the worst of the worst mafia families in the US, asks him for a favor. He actually says yes, not realizing that that one yes has the power to destroy them all.
Mil's been in love with Chase as long as she can remember, but as the years went by, the love turned to hate, and now that he's agreed to help her, she's wondering if she made a fatal error. Because Chase isn't a teenager anymore. He's a hot blooded male, bent on owning every part of her body and soul, and willing to kill anyone in his path who dares stand in the way.
It's time for secrets to finally be revealed...but make no mistake, it's going to take a lot of bloodshed for those truths to be discovered.
You've never read a New Adult Mafia story like this before...loyalties will be tested, lovers reunited, and friendships obliterated. Welcome to the Family. Blood in--No out.
Nixon
I
checked the time on my cell and leaned against the wall. The desert
heat was not in any way helping my already-tense mood and irritated
disposition. A guy walked by, flicking his cigarette into the dirt.
Note to self: you know you're tense as hell when you’re halfway
tempted to grab said cigarette and suck the nicotine dry from the
remains.
And
I didn’t even smoke.
Shhhit.
My
head hurt, my muscles were sore, and Trace was pissed. I closed my
eyes and leaned back against the building.
“Hey
there.” A flirty voice interrupted my self-inflicted torture
session. I opened one eye, then two. A blond-haired girl in six-inch
heels and something I can only assume at one point use to be a shirt,
hanging over her shoulder, walked into my personal space. Her
shirt-dress thing barely met her thighs.
“Yes?”
I kept my sunglasses on. If I took them off and glared, she’d
probably run screaming down the street, and I wasn’t into scaring
females… at least not in that
way. I knew I looked downright pissed as hell.
“Just
thought you looked lonely.” She lifted her shoulder and offered a
teasing smile. Did that really work on other guys?
“You
thought wrong,” I said simply. “I’m holding the wall up —
like Samson.”
“Samson?”
She looked around as if waiting for another man to appear.
“From
the Bible,” I clarified.
“The
what?”
“Gotta
love Vegas,” I muttered under my breath. “Look, I don’t want
any.”
“Any
what?” She ran a manicured nail down my chest, biting down on her
lip at the same time. I could only imagine her point was to get me to
stare at her lips, but all I felt was irritation. Damn Chase and Mil.
I just wanted to go to bed, but I needed to talk with him before
tomorrow.
“Sex.”
My voice clipped. “I. Don’t. Want. Any.”
“But—”
She twirled a piece of blond- hair in her fingers.
“I’m
gay.”
“Right.”
She snorted.
“I’m
into men.”
“Oh
really?” She closed the distance between us. Just as I was ready to
seriously put my hands on her and push, I felt an arm wrap around my
shoulder.
“Hey
there, hot stuff.” Tex said in a low voice as his hand grabbed my
ass, cupping it with a little too much enthusiasm. “You ready?”
I
ground my teeth together and forced a smile. “Yup.”
“Oh…”
The girl stepped back. “Um, sorry, you guys, uh, enjoy your night.”
She pushed past Tex so fast I was afraid she was going to teeter off
her heels and get hit by a taxi.
“Tex.”
I seethed.
“Hmm?”
He took off his sunglasses and tilted his head as the girl hurried
away.
“You
can take your hand off my ass now.”
“Why?
Afraid you like it too much?”
I
pushed against him.
“Just
embrace your feelings!” He shouted, earning the attention of a
family walking by with their two little kids.
I
grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threw him few feet away
from me, trying my damnedest not to smile.
“Admit
it. You keep me around for comic relief.” Tex nodded with a smirk.
“I
admit nothing.” I lost the war against smiling and started
laughing. “But I do keep your ass away from Campisi, so remember
that next time you start yelling about me being your lover.”
“True.”
Tex grinned. “Oh, and P.S., don’t knock it till you try it.”
“P.S.,”
I repeated in the same voice. “Still pissed at you for screwing
over my sister.”
“Yeah
well.” Tex sobered. “It’s for the best.”
“Breaking
her heart and bringing in whores is what’s best for her?”
Tex
lifted his hands into the air. “Look, I didn’t say my methods
were sound or that they were intelligent, just let us deal with it,
okay? We’re big kids.”
“Kids.”
I snorted. “That about sums it up.”
A
town car pulled up next to the curb. Chase got out and then held out
his hand to Mil. My eyes narrowed; she looked different. Happier.
Her
mom had just died, and she'd survived a bombing.
And
she was smiling like the Taliban had just declared world peace.
Chase
gripped her so tight that I saw the white of his knuckles.
I
tilted my head, still watching them when Tex said. “Dude, you get
laid?”
“Tex,”
I snapped. “Go get something for their luggage.”
“But—”
“Go.”
Tex
flipped me off, but ended up jogging over to the main entrance while
I inspected both Mil and Chase. “I’m not saying this to be an
ass—”
“Here
we go.” Mil crossed her arms.
Chase
waited.
I
licked my lips and tried to appear indifferent. “But if you guys
start screwing each other now,
I may have to shoot one or both of you. It’s not the time to play
house, got it?”
“Play
house,” Chase repeated in a deadpan voice as he dipped his free
hand into his back pocket, most likely clenching a pair of brass
knuckles.
“I
know it’s your honeymoon,” I continued. “But this little
scenario you’ve got going on with the whole hot and cold is going
to have to wait until everyone’s safe. So Chase, keep it in your
pants for once in your life, and Mil, stop trying to seduce the poor
kid, alright? It’s like dangling a damn fry in front of a seagull.”
“Who’s
a fry?” Tex asked, pulling the luggage cart with him.
“Mil.”
“Are
we eating dinner or something? Because I have to admit,” Tex leaned
against the cart, “I’m freaking starving.” He eyed Chase and
Mil. “Then again, I’m sure you both are too. All those
extracurricular really take it out of ya.”
Chase
took off his sunglasses, his face twisting in irritation and
annoyance, no smile. Nothing. He was pissed.
“Chase,”
I said slowly. “You know I’m right. You’re the best I have. I
need your focus to be on The Family. Your family. Then you can screw
all you want, okay?”
Mil
looked like she wanted to punch me in the face. Chase took a step
forward, but she stopped him.
“Good
talk.” I exhaled. “Chase, I’ll see you down in the bar in a
half-hour, okay? We have business to discuss. Mil, you can go find
the girls. They’re having dinner out by the pool.”
Nobody
moved.
After
a few seconds of tense silence where I was pretty sure Chase was
trying to convince himself not to strangle me to death, Tex cleared
his throat and pointed to the luggage. “You guys need help, then?”
“Yeah,”
Chase croaked. “Thanks.”
We
loaded them up and sent them on their way.
“Tell
me,” Tex asked once we were walking back toward the bar. “Is your
only goal to see how far you can push Chase before he kills you in
your sleep?”
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