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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I smiled. “Remember when you made my prom date shit his pants?”

Chase scowled. “It was food poisoning.”

“He hadn’t eaten all day.”

“So, it was lack of food.” Chase shrugged. “He should have eaten.”

“You had a machete.”

“I was pruning,” he said quickly.

“What garden?”

“There was a tree… somewhere.”

“Would that be next to the water fountain or the garage?” I elbowed him.

He scowled. “I can’t protect you once you walk down that aisle, just like nobody protected me then. You have to take care of yourself and remember why you’re doing this. I don’t care what went down with Ivan, I don’t even care if it’s true that you actually fell for him or his tricks. What I do care about is keeping the peace between the Families, keeping us alive, and making sure you stay that way. So, wear your red dress, cry a few tears, and walk like the queen you are. All right?”

“Not a princess anymore?” I joked.

He turned to me and cupped my cheeks with his hands. “Bella, you’ve always been a queen in my eyes, you just liked to hide it behind a very innocent mask, allowing your older sister to flaunt her crown. It’s your turn now. Give him hell.”

“I already do.”

“Make it hurt,” he added.

“Noted.”

“That’s my girl. Now.” He stood and held out his hand. “Let’s get you to your dad before he kicks down the door, not realizing it’s actually unlocked. He’s a nervous wreck, and we’ve all made bets to see who he hits first.”

I made a face. “My bet is Uncle Tex.”

“Hmmm…” He nodded. “Everyone else said me or Ash.”

“Like father, like son,” I said.

His face fell. “Yeah.”

I didn’t ask if Phoenix was there; I didn’t have to, because when the door opened, he was standing right next to my dad, full black matching tux and dark circles under his eyes.

He held out his arm. I clung to it and reached for my dad.

I didn’t know that both of them were walking me down the aisle, but it made sense in a gory sort of way.

Junior had been killed by my soon to be husband.

And my soon to be husband was the new boss of the De Lange Family, and once upon a time, Phoenix had held that birthright only to cleanse himself from it the minute he became the Nicolasi boss and was able to escape the darkness of his past.

It was full circle in the worst sort of tragic ways.

The arm of the Five Families that Phoenix so desperately tried to forget was about to thrive under the protection of the Cosa Nostra again, and every time he had to see Ivan, he’d remember how it was achieved.

The wedding march sounded.

Guests were staring at my dress like I’d already created a grave sin. I held my head high.

Phoenix’s grip on my left arm tightened. “I approve of the dress.”

I smiled through my teeth and whispered, “I won’t let the world burn, and if it does, I’ll take him down with me.”

“Good girl,” Dad said from my right. “Be brave.”

“Already am.” I stared straight ahead at Ivan.

His eyes were locked on me, something that looked like approval glittered behind the green irises and as much as I hated him, he smiled a real smile, like this wasn’t the worst day of both of our lives.

I still remembered his angry kiss, his hands all over me, being stuck in the shower with him and wanting more but feeling embarrassed at the same time, and then of course him making fun of me again only to claim me in front of all of the Families like a whore.

God, I was going to die a virgin, wasn’t I?

He would never touch me.

I’d be a laughingstock while he slept with other women.

But I’d keep the peace between the Families.

Sacrificing every need and desire I had—for the devil himself.

“Who gives this woman?” the priest asked, standing in all his pure finery, holding his Bible in his hands like he wasn’t officiating a wedding in front of murderers. Like he wasn’t marrying one off.

Dad cleared his throat. “Her mother and I.”

Serena stood as my maid of honor, I chose black and red as my wedding colors and every single one of the girls standing up with her, Lydia, Raven, Tempest, Anya, Arial, and Serena herself had gorgeous black dresses on with veils over their eyes.

Epic. To say the least.

We were mourning, after all.

“And who stands in for the De Lange line?” the priest asked.

The church fell completely silent, still, tense.

This could ruin it all.

“Me.” Phoenix snapped. “And my dead son, the former boss of the De Lange Family, bless this marriage. Blood in…” He dropped my arm and seethed at Ivan. “…No out.”

“Get in alive,” Ivan whispered. “You’ll have to get out dead.”

Phoenix gave him his back and sat down next to his wife Bee who was looking down at her lap, she was still in mourning too. I didn’t blame any of them for feeling this way.



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