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RELEASE DATE: FEB 19
Book Five of Eagle Elite Series
I am a Killer. A Rapist. A Monster.
I know only pain and survival.
That is until the Cappo's sister walked
into my life.
And changed everything.
She's a light who makes my darkness darker,
her smile makes my heart turn to ice, and I can't escape the fear her seductive
looks instill--knowing it's only a matter of time before I fail--again, and
take her for myself.
This is the story of my redemption.
But it's not pretty...I died, and now I'm
alive, but not living, breathing but not surviving. I am Phoenix De Lange, son
to a murdered mob boss, estranged brother, horrible friend, monster in the
making, newest leader to one of the most powerful families in the Cosa Nostra.
And I will have my vengeance.
Or die trying.
I am Phoenix De Lange.
Death is all I know.
Until she offers me a piece of life--I
can't resist taking.
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PROLOGUE:
Phoenix
“Do
it,” my father spat.
“Or I will.”
I
looked at the girl at my feet and back at my father. “No.”
He
lifted his hand above my head; I knew what was coming, knew it would hurt like
hell but had no way to fight back — he’d already starved me of my food for the
past three days for arguing, for trying to save the girl and her cousin.
His
fist hit my temple so hard that I fell to the ground with a cry. The click of
his boots against the cement gave me the only warning I’d have as he reared
back and kicked me in the ribs; over and over again he kicked. The girl
screamed, but I stayed silent. Screaming didn’t help; nothing did.
I
waited until he was done — I prayed that he would kill me this time. I prayed
so hard that I was convinced God was finally going to hear me and take me away
from my hell. Anything was better than living. Anything.
“You
worthless—” Another kick to the head. “—piece of shit!” A kick to my gut. “You
will never be boss, not if you cry every time you must do the hard thing!”
Finally, blessed darkness enveloped my line of vision.
I woke
up from the nightmare screaming, not even realizing that I was safe, in my own
bed. With a curse I checked the clock.
Three
a.m.
Well,
at least I’d only had one nightmare — that I’d remembered. I’d been living with
Sergio for the past week; his house was so big that I’d basically taken the
east wing, and he’d taken the West, said he’d hated living alone anyway. I
wasn’t stupid; I knew the guy wasn’t exactly a big fan, but it worked. I needed
to stay in the States while I figured shit out.
And I
wasn’t ready to leave. Not when I needed to learn all I could from Nixon. Not
when I had responsibility.
And not
when I had those black folders freaking burning a hole in my mind.
Luca
hadn’t just left me an empire; he’d left me secrets. I wasn’t sure what was
worse, knowing everything there was to know about those I was supposed to be
protecting or knowing that at any minute one of them could turn on us.
“Hey!”
Bee barged into my room.
“Damn
it!” I pulled the blankets over my naked body, my heart picking up speed at her
tousled hair and bedroom eyes. Tex’s
sister, Tex’s sister. My body wasn’t accepting that — physically it wasn’t
accepting any information other than she was beautiful.
And it
was dark.
I
looked away, scowling.
“I
heard screaming.” Bee took a step forward, her perfume floating off her body
like an aphrodisiac or drug, making me calm, making me want something I had no
business wanting.
“Yeah,
well…” I gave her a cold glance. “…clearly I’m fine, so you should go.
Actually, why are you here? You know you live with Tex, right?”
She
shrugged and sat on my bed. I clenched my fists around the blankets to keep
from reaching out to her. It was getting harder and harder to ignore her warmth
— when I lived in a constant state of near-death cold.
“He’s
with Mo, and they need privacy. I’m not stupid. So I asked Sergio if I could
move in for a while.”
“You
did what?” I asked in a deadly tone, one I was sure would probably give her
nightmares later.
She
grinned. “I’m your new roomie!” Bee bounced on the bed and sent me a shy look
from beneath her dark lashes. “Admit it, you miss our slumber parties.”
Forget
the nightmare — I was looking at it.
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