Ciao Bella (The Rise of the Langes #1) Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Rise of the Langes Series by Rachel Van Dyken
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“Very funny.” Ash gritted his teeth. “He’s a badass.”

I sighed. “Hate to tell you this, but he’s one diaper away from asking for a tie and spectacles.” I sidestep him. “But good news, he’ll be awesome at cooking the books and won’t get shot at. Bam-Bam on the other hand…”

Junior narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying Bam-Bam is too dumb to math?”

You really couldn’t win with either of them.

“I’m headed to bed.” I pointed down the hall. “I’ll find a guest room, crash, then leave in the morning.”

Junior yawned. “You can bounce now, just take Bella with you. I know you guys wanted to grab some shit before going back to the dorms. Oh, and you have that party tomorrow night, right? The welcome to Eagle Elite and remember your place while you shit your pants party, God, I miss those days. Lydia said something about stopping by to make sure you guys don’t embarrass yourselves with shit music.”

I bit my tongue.

Lydia was honestly one of my favorites, but only because she was diabolical and could basically hack any three-letter agency with her eyes closed. She’d never been caught, though her dad, Sergio Abandonato, often had some interesting phone calls with the authorities. Then again, he used to work for one of them, so maybe that’s why they don’t give him shit.

We all had bets that she’d be recruited before she finished grad school. So far, she was showing no interest, but that was kind of her MO anyway, act bored so nobody notices while taking over the world and then laugh when it goes to shit.

“Trust.” I slapped Ash on the back. “If I can take care of your kids with Bella and not end up in prison, I can handle doing the whole welcome to Eagle Elite, try not to shit your pants talk. Plus, last year, I made two guys cry and ended up winning the bet.”

Ash rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

He walked off, probably in search of his wife and I kept walking, only to get grabbed by Junior and shoved toward the basement. “We need to talk.”

Nothing would or could have prepared me for his version of a talk.

An hour later, my hands shook when I crawled into the bed in one of my favorite guest rooms, not even pissed that Bella was already laying in it.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

I could barely swallow.

Hot tears slid in rapid succession down my cheeks as I stared down at my blood-stained hands. It wouldn’t wash off; he said it was better that way.

It was better that we had proof.

It was better.

That’s all he kept saying when he handed me the knife and made me swear fealty to him. Had the bastard been preparing me for this moment? Was my fucked-up training for this end?

That’s what he said when he smiled and choked up blood all over the floor while I hit him.

“Thank you,” was how he finished our talk as he collapsed against the ground and whispered, “You swore.”

“I won’t let you down.”

“Good.” He coughed. “Time is fleeting, isn’t it?”

More tears ran down my cheeks until my body started shaking. He told me too much; he told me things I didn’t want to know. He burdened me in one hour with the weight of the world and the Five Families.

And then I did what he asked.

I killed him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Death has a way of numbing us all, but in death there is always resurrection, and sometimes that resurrection is the last thing you need.” —King Campisi

Bella

I was grumpy when I got up. The house was quiet, too quiet, and Ivan was on the ground staring at his hands like he was high or something. Did he really go find some weed?

“Yo!” I threw a pillow at him. “What’s wrong? You look like someone died.”

I laughed.

He didn’t.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a wreck, small specks of blood littered down his chin. “Do you trust me?”

“Not when it comes to your behavior, no, but if a gun was pointed at our heads, do I think you’d take the bullet for me? When it really came down to it? Yes, I think you would, because you aren’t that horrible of a person.”

He choked on what sounded like a sob, then turned toward me, his eyes were steely, resolute. He changed in one second, became a completely different person, and stalked over to me. “Do you trust me?”

“You’re officially scaring me.” I backed up. “Why are you covered in blood?”

“Answer the question.”

“Give me a reason why!”

“What if I said your life depended on it? What if I said my life did too? What if everyone’s lives depended on this one answer?”

My breaths were too short, I was losing focus, this wasn’t the Ivan I knew, the Ivan I knew was a jackass but always joking around in his jackassedness.This Ivan was…



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