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Elect (Eagle Elite #2)(9)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

I smirked. “You’ll see.”

Thankfully, the air was crisp, so when I stepped out of the SUV I wasn’t still so aroused that I was ready to shoot something.

“What is this place?” Trace put her hand up as a shade over her eyes and looked up at the mansion. It was an impressive four stories, with over three hundred rooms. I’d loved this place, loved visiting. It had been my safe haven when my dad beat me. “My cousin Sergio takes care of the place while his father serves out the rest of his sentence.” I led her toward the back of the house.

“Sentence?” Trace repeated. “As in prison sentence?”

“We like to think of it as an opportunity for a family reunion,” a voice interrupted. I laughed when Sergio winked at Trace and held out his hand. “It’s been a long time, Nixon.” His dark wavy hair was tied at the nape of his neck. He was clean-cut, one of the rare sons who didn’t rebel against the formality of being in the mafia. His blue t-shirt fit tightly across his chest as he stood in front of Trace.

“He doesn’t call you ‘sir,’ ” Trace interjected, then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry; it slipped.”

“It slips often,” I added.

Sergio laughed. “So I hear.” He held out his hand. When she gave him her fingers, he kissed her knuckles and smiled. “Guess the rumors are true.”

“Rumors.” Trace pulled back her hand and rubbed it.

“Of your beauty…” Sergio stepped closer to her and sighed. “Too bad I did not discover you first.”

“Yeah, that lament is already taken by another cousin.” I slapped him on the back. “Don’t make me threaten you, too.”

Trace rolled her eyes and fell into step beside us.

“Sergio.” My cousin cleared his throat. “My name is Sergio.”

Trace examined his face. “Of course it is.”

“Pardon?” He stopped walking.

She looked between us and shrugged. “The way I see it, every Sicilian name either sounds like something out of a mafia movie or a—”

“A…?” we said in unison.

“Never mind. So, nice house.” Trace tried to change the subject.

“Oh no, sweetheart.” I tugged her arm and made her stop. “Let’s have it. Or what?”

“Promise not to shoot me?” she whined.

“He’s threatened to do that before?” Sergio yelled.

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “She’s being dramatic.”

Trace turned back toward Sergio. “I’m a girl.”

“I noticed.” His eyes darkened as he licked his lips and looked about one minute away from devouring her where she stood.

“Trace…” I nudged. “What do Sicilian names sound like?”

“I need to learn when to stop talking.” She put her hands over her face. “A  p**n  star name. Okay?”

Sergio and I burst out laughing. Damn, I loved that girl. The tips of her ears burned bright red as she covered her face in her hands.

“You know,” Sergio said in a serious voice, “not to brag but you aren’t too far off with your assumptions I—”

“No.” I shook my head. “You’re not going to finish that sentence. You. I will shoot.”

Sergio chuckled and held up his hands. “So, everything has been set up. Just be sure not to kill any cows.”

“Cows?” Trace’s head jolted up. “Where?”

“In fields.” Sergio cleared his throat. “Where they live.” He looked at me and shook his head. “Where did you say she was from again?”

I opened my mouth to answer but Trace was running toward the field to the cows.

“She likes cows.”

“I see.” Sergio chuckled as we both watched Trace run up to the fence and stand on it.

“How are things?” I asked. “Any more news?”

“They want to meet.” Sergio stuffed his hands in his pockets. “That is all I’ve heard. It’s your call, Nixon. If you want to meet with them, test out your peacekeeping abilities, I won’t keep you from it.”

“But?” I crossed my arms and continued to watch Trace laugh like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“But.” Sergio cleared his throat. “I don’t see this ending well. For any of us. You must be prepared to go into hiding. You must be prepared for the worst.”

I swallowed the dryness in my throat. “I’m not afraid to die.”

“I know.” Sergio patted my back. “Your problem stems from the very fact that you’ve finally found someone to live for. It is not our death that we fear, but leaving those behind that we love.”

“You sure you don’t want to be the peacekeeper, oh spouter of wisdom?” I joked.

“No.” Sergio kicked the grass at his feet and pulled a gun from the back of his jeans. “I’m here to counsel you in secret. I like my life. Being a made man? Jumping back into the limelight with you and Chase? No. I’m of more use doing what I do.”

“A ghost.”

“A damn good one.” Sergio thumped my back with his hand. “Here, let her use this pistol. It was my mom’s.”

I took the gun from his hands. It was sleeker and smaller than mine; it would be a perfect weapon for Trace to learn on. “Thanks for this.”

   
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