The line between love and hate has never been so thin…
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The Mafia King: A Mafia Royals Novella
I expected to get drunk, listen to music on the beach, and maybe have a one-night stand.
Instead, I was trying not to stare at Tank while he did pushups two hours later in the living room and nearly died when a bead of sweat ran down the middle of his back and into his dark Nike shorts.
His muscles had muscles. He was every girl’s fantasy wrapped up in one sexually pent-up package.
I may have licked my lips when he groaned and flipped onto his back for situps—damn those abs. Damn them to hell because…just…damn.
I reached for him like an idiot, my fingertips flinching at my sides as if they needed something to hold onto, and that something was all eight abs.
Then berated myself for being tempted.
He hadn’t come to save me.
He came to watch over me.
To keep me safe.
“Too late,” I wanted to say. Even though I knew it wasn’t his fault, I had to blame someone.
And I blamed him.
I blamed him as much as I wanted him.
It was a serious problem.
I stared at the shot glass in my hand and then tossed it back. “When’s dinner?”
“Am I your chef now, too?” he grunted from the floor.
I gulped, swallowing against a very dry throat. “No, G.I Joe…” I had to look away again. “I mean, when’s Family dinner? We always do Family dinner the first night.”
He jumped to his feet and grabbed a towel. “Looks like most everyone is getting room service.”
My heart dropped.
Why was I being like this?
I’d been excited for Cabo because the last time I’d been here had been right before the wedding. Things had felt normal, perfect.
I’d been normal.
And I’d thought…I just thought that maybe it would be healing.
And now, I was sad.
A bit heartbroken.
Oh, I knew if I called my dad, he’d be here in a heartbeat. But I also knew he and Mom needed a break, and I was a grown-ass adult.
Who, apparently, still needed way too many hugs and too much attention.
I didn’t hear Tank’s approach until he grabbed the phone next to the lamp right where I was sitting and picked it up. “Yes, reservations for dinner in thirty minutes…” His eyes met mine. “Italian sounds good. Yes, for two. Thanks.”
He hung up.
And I stared like a woman completely lost.
And maybe halfway unhinged.
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.
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