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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And I had.

Nothing.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

“What a lie, what an epic lie.” —King Campisi

Ivan

“I said to hit me in the text and get me away from Phoenix and Nixon, not to like actually draw blood, you jackass!” I roared, throwing the bloody rag at Ash’s face.

He popped his knuckles and leaned over in his steel chair. “Sorry, it was just burning to get out, may have overdone it.”

My mouth filled with blood. “You think?”

I spat onto the ground.

King smirked from his spot in the mother-in-law suite, he grabbed an ice pack. “Now, tell us how you know the phrase and the meaning behind it, because the only other person to ever warn us about it was Junior.”

“Trojan Horse, my ass,” I grumbled. “Who do you think told me about it?”

“So, you killed him?” Ash snorted. “You know it’s taken me an insane amount of self-control and at least half a bottle of sedatives not to set you on fire, right?”

“So violent,” I grumbled and pressed the ice pack to my face. “Tank’s sending you intel, you’ll get exactly what I get. You’re not to look into shit, that’s my job, oh, and I bought a yacht.”

“How is that related?” King asked.

“Oh, trust me, it is.”

“You hate boats.” Ash pointed out. “Didn’t you just learn to swim?”

“Son of a bitch, if one more Abandonato talks about my lack of swimming skills or boating skills, I’m going to build a shank out of a shark bone.”

Ash burst out laughing. “Aw, bro, you gonna make shark bone necklaces for us?”

“That’s thoughtful, both a weapon and a sign of friendship.” King pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m super touched, man.”

“Go to hell.” I groaned. “Okay…” I tossed the ice pack onto the couch. “…just make it look like you roughed me up enough to kill me, oh wait, you already want to do that. Also, the yacht makes sense, and I bought a car for Bella.”

“To run her over with?” Ash asked, cocky shit. “Because I think we draw the line with two murders in the Family.”

I didn’t even blink. “Eat shit, you dirty kettle.”

“Isn’t it the pot?” King asked. “I could have sworn it was the pot calling the kettle black.”

“They’re both dirty.” I pointed out. “And you don’t know what I know and that’s kind of the point, so just do what you will, within reason, so I can go back to Bella-brunch.”

Both King and Ash whipped their heads in my direction.

A small, hateful smirk appeared on Ash’s face. “That’s not a word.”

“It’s German.” I lied.

“No way.” King shook his head. “You hate brunch, you hate eggs, you’ll drink the mimosas, but you want to go back to Bella.”

“I hate Bella.” I lied. “You guys know as much as anyone that I would run her over with the very car I purchased for her, so stop giving me so much shit and—”

A throat cleared.

It was loud.

It was feminine.

My heart nearly stopped beating in my chest as Bella walked slowly into the living room of the mother-in-law suite. Her face had lost all color, all joy, everything that made her want to fight me or engage.

I saw it, in real time, the second I stole the very last shred of dignity she had in her body, of pride, of fucking hope, and I watched it hit the ground with a resounding crash that I would remember the rest of my life.

Ash and King immediately started punching me.

They were going to anyway.

I pretended to fight back.

But I lived for the hurt, better I suffer physically the way I just broke her emotionally.

Blood ran down my chin the way tears ran down her cheeks.

My blood was spilled so others wouldn’t be.

Her tears were spilled, mourning what would never be.

After a few sucker punches to the stomach, a knee to the forehead, and another punch to my left cheekbone that had my jaw cracking, I fell to the ground.

Ash sighed. “Bella, we’re kind of busy, did you need something?”

She didn’t answer, she just walked out of the living room.

And kept walking.

“Shit,” I grumbled from the ground, grabbing the ice pack again.

King joined me. “You breaking her by accident is worse than when you did it on purpose.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I don’t know how to be the Trojan Horse in this scenario without breaking everything.”

Ash tossed me a clean towel. “Nobody ever said you had to be the Trojan Horse to your partner in crime, and if what you’re saying is true and isn’t another ploy from you and the De Lange Family, we have a mole on our hands.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Oh Ash, that’s hilarious, you don’t have a mole, you have someone out for blood, could be anyone, but one thing is certain, they’ll take me out first so try your best not to be first in line to kill me, you kind of need the Trojan Horse,” I pointed at myself. “In order to find the weakness, and right now, all eyes are on me.”



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