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Mafia King : A Mafia Royals Novella
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

 


Prologue

 

Tank

 

 

“I’m in Hell.” I hung my head in my hands, not giving a shit if Sergio Abandonato, made man, doctor for the Five Families, and truly genuine pain in my FBI ass pulled a gun on me.

Hell, at this point, I’d welcome a knife.

If he told me he was going to cut off my dick and feed it to his chickens—crazy I know, can’t talk about it, too traumatized, carry on—I’d be like…do it, put me out of my fucking misery.

Now.

I beg you!

It all started a year ago. The FBI decided that they wanted me to infiltrate Chicago’s most notorious mafia Families by way of their kids—most of which were my age and attending Eagle Elite University. It sounded like an easy in-and-out job—and then I got to know them. Really know them. And realized that not only was I semi-related by way of my dead parents, but they were also more loyal than any agent I’d ever worked with. I never expected to start working for all five of the most powerful bosses in the Cosa Nostra—to kill for them…look the other way. Or to justify everything they did all in the name of blood and loyalty. But I did.

And now Sergio was looking at me like I had no choice but to do his bidding—again. And smiled while doing it.

I’d never been weak. Never.

Until I met his eldest daughter.

Kartini Abandonato. Or, to most of the Family: Tiny.

Cute, right?

If you’re a huge fan of blood-sucking piranhas, then sure, super-cute. But me? I’m more of a dog guy. So, no, she wasn’t cute.

Oh, she was beautiful.

But cute?

Friendly?

House-trained?

That would be a no.

Even now, I could picture her walking into the kitchen wearing a skin-tight leather leotard with a plunging neckline, heels that could kill a man dead, heavy eye makeup, with one hand full of a bottle of Jack, and the other holding her ever-present vape pen.

Tame?

My. Ass.

And that was the thing. She used to be this…tiny, adorable thing.

Now, she was my job.

My purpose.

Basically, despite our seven-year age difference…she was my job. The girl I guarded, watched over, made sure to keep alive—and all because I’d refused them.

Who?

The Five Families.

They wanted my loyalty.

And I told them I wanted to toe the line between the FBI and the Five Families in order to help.

HELP.

They said they didn’t want help.

But they needed it.

So, I fell on my sword.

And now?

Punished.

“You’ll do it,” her father said with a grin, his hair pulled into a sleek man bun as he sipped his glass of red wine or whatever the hell it was. His smile was amused, all white and cheerful like he had something to be happy about despite the devil owning his daughter’s soul. “And you’ll do it well. Otherwise…” He trained his revolver on me and shrugged. “Target practice.”

“You have chickens for that,” I deadpanned.

He laughed. “No, I have you for that.”

“How…comforting.” I shifted in my seat. “Look, I get that she needs protection, what with her sudden desire to push every rebel button in the history of rebellion, but I’m still working for the FBI. Asking me to be her personal guard and keep the Families out of the shit is crap, and you know it!”

“First off…” He stood. “We already told you to cut the shit and tell the FBI no. They’ll understand, they’re used to our…”—he shrugged—“methods.” He sighed. “And, second, she needs someone outside the immediate family. Someone who isn’t a dad or a cousin or an uncle who’s breathing down her neck.”

I hated that he had a point. Every time he trained an associate on her, she pushed a little bit harder.

And I lost a bit more of my free time.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “How long?”

“Two more weeks.”

I perked right up. “That’s it?” And then my death sentence was done?

His grin was cruel. “That’s it.”

I nodded. “Well, two weeks is…it’s almost a kindness. Thank you. I’ll just be seeing myself out now and—”

“In Mexico.”

I froze, a chill ran down my spine. “Mexico?” Where everything was legal?

“Family vacation. Aka Junior and Serena are eloping,” he added as a massive hand came down on my shoulder. “You’re Family. We need a vacation, her cousins are eloping, she needs to be reined in, so…of course, you’ll come and help out.”

I’d never been more tempted to run in the opposite direction of another human, and I’d trained at Quantico. “For two weeks.” I just had to repeat it.

“Tomorrow, ten a.m. The jet won’t wait for you, and if you miss it, neither will my bullet…clear?”

I gulped, clenching my fists a dozen times before nodding my head once and gritting out, “As glass.”

“Great! See you in the morning!” A cheerful shove toward the door, and then I was walking out of his house.

The house I’d been living in for months—nearly a year.

The house that offered a double agent protection.

The house that the devil, too, resided in.

And just in time, her jet-black Lambo roared into the circular driveway.

Oh, good.

Let’s just hope she was clothed and sober.

She really was the worst.

The car jerked to a stop, turned off, and then there she was, every small, curvy inch of her as she hopped out on her red stiletto heels and turned toward me, a smile building on her lips as she tugged off her black sunglasses and sauntered toward me smelling like seduction and addiction.

Yay.

Her red lips parted.

I needed to look away.

There was too much temptation and sin in that small part.

And I knew if I even once gave in to the thoughts in my head…

She’d eat me alive.

And I’d fucking let her.

God, I hated her.

For her power.

Her control.

For being the smartest woman in the room and knowing it.

Really, the list was long, exhaustive, and depressing to a spy like me.

“You still alive?” she asked.

I glared. “You still a virgin?”

“Aww, you feeling horny, old man?”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not old.”

“And I’m not a virgin.”

I smirked. “I’ll just add that to the long list of things to tell your dad after the two weeks are over, then.”

“Two weeks? What do you mean, two weeks? You’re done. You were done days ago.”

My turn to offer a smug grin as I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “We’re going on vacation. And I was just blessed with the job of being your shadow. Happy early birthday.”

She gasped, stumbling backward. “He wouldn’t.”

“He would. He did. He’s mafia, what did you expect? A normal birthday party with a piñata while your cousins got married on the beach?”

“Okay, first off, that’s not normal for a grown-ass woman. Second, he said it was a gift, the vacation. For my birthday. Third, it was only supposed to be my cousins and me, my favorite cousins—you aren’t one of them! And I may have completely forgotten about the elopement.”

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