EMPIRE
BY Rachel
Van Dyken
Release
Date: May 31, 2016
Must Read
ELUDE prior to Empire
SYNOPSIS:
I have lost everything.
My purpose
My love
My soul
Death knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I
reach for the handle -- the promise I made her brings me back.
So I breathe.
I live.
I hate.
And I allow the anger to boil beneath the surface of a
perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I don't want to be fixed.
But the Empire is crumbling and it's my job to fix it.
My job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty
years ago.
A trip to New York, only one chance to redeem a lost part of
our mafia family.
The only issue is, the only way to fix it, is to do
something I swore I'd never do again.
An arranged marriage.
Only this time,
I won't fall.
Or so help me God, I will kill her myself.
My name is Sergio Abandonoto, you think you know my pain, my
suffering, my anger, my hate?
You have no idea.
I am the mafia.
I am the darkness.
Blood in. No out.
4 Stars
Review by Jen Hagen
This is the continuation of Sergio’s love story. I know, I know…for those of you who read
“Elude” you are wondering how in all that is holy can be a continuation of his
love story. I could barely form a
sentence at the conclusion of that book.
I went into this book with a guarded heart…same as Sergio. Oh wait…he doesn’t even have a heart any
more. There’s nothing left for him to
guard. His family tries to keep him
fighting but nobody understands how alone Sergio feels.
I didn’t want to
be saved. No saving was needed. Because the truth of the matter was, I wasn’t
really lost. I was just…empty.
Oh Sergio, I ached for you. You poor man.
You are weak to yourself but so strong for your family. There is no doubt you are loyal to the Abandonatos. Just two months after your heart has
obliterated, here you are promising yourself to another arranged marriage to
save the families.
Valentina is a 19-year-old naïve young woman who works in
a flower shop in New York City and is protected by her aging mafia uncles. Years ago Val and her twin brother were
promised to marriage, but things got a little complicated (enter Andi and the
story from “Elude”). Now that Sergio is
once again available, those plans are now to be carried out.
“I’m BETROTHED?”
Heck yes. I’d be
jumping for joy if I was to be betrothed to Sergio. He is a god.
Val is easily smitten by Sergio but yet scared at the same time. The dangers of the mafia life take her by
surprise and she also knows this is simply a business arrangement. Sergio spells it out quite clearly that no
feelings will be reciprocated on his end.
“Don’t try to get
me to fall for you. Don’t try to get me
to fall in love with you. No seduction,
no angry tears when I don’t kiss you goodnight – I can’t…I just…”His voice
trembled. “Promise me you won’t ask for
something I won’t ever be able to give you.”
Val may be naïve, but she is strong. She is willing to fight for her family and
shows her loyalty while fiercely facing
death in the face. The only thing that scares
her is unrequited loved. Can she live
the rest of her life in a loveless arranged marriage?
I would take the
pieces.
I would search for
them.
I would keep them
close.
I would mend them
back together.
I would cut myself
on them when he hurt me.
And the process of
scattering them would repeat.
Only for me to
collect the pieces all over again and continue the torturous cycle of being
Sergio Abandonato’s wife – of being second.
This just breaks my heart. There is her familial loyalty waving its
colors proud and tall. Sacrifice. That’s what it means to be in the mafia
family-- you always put other family members in front of yourself. Even when it comes to Nixon, Chase, Phoenix,
and Tex. They may joke about shooting
each other, but in the end they love each other unconditionally. You won’t be able to find a better family
with huge embracing arms as you do the Eagle Elite boys. I love them.
They are hilarious, caring and loving, and the author does a superb job
mixing their humor into their dramatic lives and adventurous tales. I have come to wonder if Ms. Van Dyken and I
share the same pubescent boy brain? It’s
stuff like this that makes her stories shine for me.
Where the hell is
that damn middle finger emoji?
Whatever. I’m middle finger emojing
you right now.
How do I make a high five emoji? I’m high fiving Ms. Van Dyken right now as
even though this is the 7th book in the series she has not let the
story grow stale. Val has a twin brother
and he will be featured in the 8th book in the Eagle Elite series.
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“Taxi.” I held up my hand. “It’s
too cold to walk.”
“Is it?”
“For those of us who have
hearts,” I said under my breath.
He paused and then burst out
laughing. “Holy shit, was that a dig at me?”
I shrugged as the taxi pulled up.
“Damn, and you’re not even
apologizing.”
“It was more of a passing comment
under my breath…” I got into the taxi and slid across the cold, worn vinyl
seat. “But true.”
Sergio slammed the door after
him. “And here I thought I was making a good impression.”
“You offered to kill me if I
kissed you.”
The taxi driver frowned into the
rearview mirror.
“She’s kidding,” Sergio reassured
him.
I refused to let him get off that
easy. “You also look at me like you want to throw up.”
Mr. Taxi Driver’s nostrils
flared.
“Uh.” Sergio laughed
uncomfortably. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“The wife.”
Taxi Driver’s eyes looked like
they were going to bug out of his head. Yeah, this was probably the best
entertainment he’d had all day.
“I don’t talk about it,” Sergio
said in a drop-the-subject voice.
“Maybe you should.”
“I have enough money to afford a
therapist, thank you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Money doesn’t buy happiness,” I
fired back.
Sergio released a string of pithy
curses. “Did someone spike your milk this morning during show and tell?”
“Lactose intolerant.”
“Sorry. Your Kool-Aid.” His eyes
narrowed. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off.”
Bingo. I smiled. “Funny, that’s
what Dante says to me all the time. Just think of all the things you get to
look forward to. Isn’t that what you said you wanted?”
Sergio looked ready to strangle
me. “No. I don’t believe I asked for an annoying little sister, but if that’s
what you’re offering, please don’t let me stop you. Just know, I won’t hesitate
to put you over my knee if you get out of hand.”
The minute the words left his
mouth. I froze.
He froze.
The taxi driver stared little
laser-like holes into the rearview mirror.
And Sergio leaned toward me.
I swallowed as tension swirled
around us.
He gripped me by the chin and
turned my head to the side, his lips brushing my ear. “It’s like you have a
death wish.”
“You wouldn’t do it.”
He pulled back as both of his
eyebrows shot up, and then he looked down, like something had caught his eye.
I followed the direction of his
gaze and let out a little gasp as a gun dug into my stomach.
“It’s been directed at you for
the last four minutes,” Sergio said through a practiced smile. “I meant what I
said. Listen well. I keep my word. Kiss me, and blood will be spilled.”
“Y-you’re a crazy person!” I
hissed, shoving at his chest. “And I wasn’t going to kiss you!”
“Sure you weren’t.” He put the
gun away. “Good talk though, right? Oh look, the movie theater.”
To say that I scrambled out of
the car like a kid running away from her kidnapper would be a gross
understatement, but the minute my feet hit the pavement, I paused.
My body told me to run.
The guy had pulled a gun.
On me.
I didn’t even watch violent
movies, I’d just panicked and said the first thing that popped into my head!
And I was about to go to the
theater with a guy who probably showered in blood on a daily basis and by the
looks of it — got off on it.
Shivering, I forced myself to
take a deep breath and wrapped my jacket tighter around my body.
That was the thing about men like
Sergio, or maybe just loyalty in general. He’d promised he would keep me safe,
but I wondered if that promise was only extended until I was more trouble than
I was worth.
I was safe, not because of what I
was to him.
But because of who my dad had
been to him.
I was nothing.
And yet, a part of me still
yearned to be… something.
Anything really.
Pathetic.
“Change your mind?” Sergio’s
smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. He was the type of man you felt even when
he wasn’t speaking. His presence was impossible to ignore, kind of like his
ridiculous good looks.
Weren’t mafia guys supposed to be
old?
Fat?
Chain smokers who bought Cuban
cigars and sat behind large desks while counting money and ordering hits on
people who pissed them off?
“No.” I finally found my voice.
“I was just thinking….”
“About?” His hand touched my
back, ushering me forward, but not pushing, almost as if he was giving me the
option of still saying no.
I increased my pace so that I
couldn’t feel the warmth of his fingertips. “Popcorn.” I turned and winked,
hoping it would hide the fact that my body was shaking.
Maybe I was the crazy one.
Because he was armed.
The man was armed.
And he had no qualms about
pointing his weapon at me whenever I got too close.
Huh, we’d have a happy marriage.
I guess we’d never argue, since I
liked living.
And, you know, breathing.
It would suck not to make my
twenty-first birthday because I didn’t fold the towels just right.
And again, I froze.
Was he that neurotic? Or was it
just the closeness?
“On a scale of one to ten…” I was
proud of the way I kept the shaking out of my voice. Why was I so scared? Oh right,
because he’d pointed a gun, no, shoved a freaking gun into my stomach and done
it with a smile on his face. “How OCD are you?”
An easy laugh escaped him as he
glanced around the movie theater lobby and then back at me. “What makes you
think I’m OCD?”
“Things.” I gulped then forced a
smile that I didn’t feel. How was I supposed to go through an entire movie
knowing he was one uncomfortable conversation away from losing it? “So?”
“What can I get you?” A teen boy
looked at Sergio then smiled wider when his eyes fell to me.
Immediately, Sergio wrapped a
protective arm around me, basically forcing my body to curve into his warmth.
“My wife and I will have two buckets of popcorn, two packs of Sour Patch Kids,
and a bottled water.”
I didn’t correct him about the
water.
“Wait.” Sergio held up his hand.
“Sorry, Dr. Pepper mixed with Coke.”
The teen scrunched up his face
then rung us up. His eyes fell to me again then back at the register, like he
was trying not to look but couldn’t help it, which was comical, since I didn’t
really think I was anything to look at.
When he handed Sergio back his
change I could have sworn I heard a growl from my “husband.”
As it was, he jerked the candy so
hard out of the kid’s hands that I was surprised he didn’t do a front flip over
the counter.
“He’s a boy,” I whispered under
my breath. “No need to shoot him too.”
Sergio glanced down at me,
muttered a curse. “He was staring.”
“He looked about one science
project away from solving world hunger via his mom’s basement… hardly the type
of guy that I’d date.”
“Date?” Sergio said it so loudly
the people in front of us waiting to show the attendant their tickets jumped
and then turned around. “What the hell do you mean date?”
Crap. I’d messed up again.
My palms went sweaty while my
face felt numb with fear. Regardless of how pretty he was to look at — I was
finally fully aware of how dangerous he was to me.
To everyone around me.
Sweat trickled down my lower back
as I gulped down more soda and shrugged. “I just mean, he’s not my type.”
“No shit he isn’t, because you
don’t get a type anymore.”
“Right.” I licked my lower lip,
pretending not to be scared, pretending to be the brave person I wasn’t was
wearing on me.
By the time we made it into the
theater I was dizzy.
It was too much all at once.
“So…” Sergio’s voice was in my
ear. I jumped a foot. He frowned as if he couldn’t figure out why I’d be so
jumpy. “Dante sits behind you, right?”
“Right.” I exhaled in relief. I
forgot. It wasn’t a date. It was a challenge. He’d called me his sister, so
therefore he was my brother, right? Hah. I relaxed a bit as I pointed to a seat
a few rows back and quickly stole the goodies out of his hands then made my way
to my own seat before he could object.
The credits started rolling.
And I found myself ducking in the
chair.
The hair on the back of my neck
stood on end.
As if I was being watched —
because I was.
Ten minutes into the movie, I was
so stressed out, I almost burst into tears. My back was to him.
Wasn’t that a big no-no? My back
was to the dude with the gun.
Even though he was supposed to
protect me with the gun, all bets were off now.
Sweat pooled in the palms of my
hands.
The music rose as one of the
actresses ran down the stairs screaming.
I couldn’t take it.
And then, a body sat down next to
me.
Sergio gave me a suspicious look
then put a seat between us.
I exhaled.
But it wasn’t relief.
At least I knew where he was.
And where the gun was, he was
right handed, so there was that.
I finally allowed myself to relax
enough to watch the movie when I saw Sergio’s right hand duck into his jacket.
I gripped the plastic arm rests,
my fingers digging into the cheap sticky plastic material as he slowly pulled
something out.
He turned.
And I flinched so hard that there
was no mistaking what I thought he was doing.
Even though he had grabbed a
black cell phone.
The damage was done.
My entire body shook as a big fat
tear escaped, I tried to wipe it away but I wasn’t fast enough.
“S-sorry.” I shoved past him and
ran.
But my body was too scared.
Too tired
To make it very far.
About Rachel
Van Dyken:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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