Mafia King by Dyken Rachel van

Author:Dyken, Rachel van [Dyken, Rachel van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mafia Royals, Rachel Van Dyken, 1001 Dark Nights, Romance, Suspense, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781951812263
Amazon: B087WMX9V7
Goodreads: 53303807
Publisher: 1001 Dark Nights Press
Published: 2021-04-27T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Tank

She was killing me slowly with all that dancing, her arms up over her head as she swayed in the middle of the club dance floor. Cheesy techno lights pulsed in time with the beat of the music as the screen behind her showed a music video of some catchy song I’d never heard before.

Most of the girls danced with her.

Ash came and sat on the barstool next to me, whiskey in hand. “I’ve never been more stressed out than in this moment.”

I snorted out a laugh. “Because you just now realized that every single one of your cousins is drop-dead gorgeous, along with your own family, and any guy watching this would probably rub one off on the spot?”

“Stop watching Annie,” he barked with a smile.

“Please.” I rolled my eyes. “I like living, and you know I was never…we never…fuck, stop making this awkward, you dick.”

Valerian snorted out a laugh on the other side of me, only to have Ash peer around and go, “My sister. Slept with my sister. Get me another drink, bitch.”

“I’m a boss. I don’t have to—”

Ash growled.

“But sure, yeah, okay. Good idea.” Valerian shot to his feet and walked over to the end of the bar where two bartenders were working.

“Never gonna let it go,” I murmured.

“Never.” Ash’s eyes moved back to Annie as she drunkenly leaned against Serena and laughed. “Damn…be right back.”

“Sure, you won’t.” I took another sip of my scotch and shook my head.

My drink was nearly gone. I should have had Valerian get me another, but I needed to stretch my legs anyway.

I was so damn tired.

Not just physically but emotionally. Mentally. I hated that I was keeping things from Kartini almost as much as I hated that it was nearly impossible not to want her despite her un-canny ability to make me want to pull my hair out and then strangle her.

My lips twitched as I walked up to the bar and set down my glass. I had to admit, it was pretty cool that besides the staff, we were the only guests there.

“What will you have?” The dark-haired woman turned around and grinned.

I glared, then looked down at her name tag. “Jennie?”

She shrugged. “Scotch? Arsenic?”

I gritted my teeth so hard I felt my jaw pop. “The hell are you doing here?”

“We all have our jobs, Tank.” Giana batted her eyelashes. “And I’m here to finish mine.”

“The hell you will.” I jumped to my feet.

She just shrugged. “You have your orders. I have mine.”

“Bullshit. They wouldn’t send both of us.”

“They would if they had their suspicions you would get cold feet…again. Besides, when you look out there, what do you see?”

I glanced over my shoulder.

“I see criminals. Enemies. The problem with you, Tank? You’re so pathetically starved for love that you see friends.”

“Touch any of them, and I’ll slit your throat,” I promised.

She poured me a drink and slid it toward me. “Touch me, and it will be the last time you do it, Tank.”

“I’m calling Thompsons…”

She held out her cell and pointed the screen toward me.

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