Cursed, numb, rejected, scorned, wicked, sinister, dark, twisted...my name is Tex
Campisi and this is my legacy. I killed my father in cold blood and lost my soul right
along with him.
I crave war more than peace, and I'm about to take my place in history as the youngest
Capo dei Capi in the Cosa Nostra...that is until someone stops me, saves me from
But the only person able to do that...is my best friends sister, Mo Abandanato, and
she just ripped my heart out and asked me to hold it in my hands while she put bullets
Im cursed so I did it.
I'm numb so I held it.
I'm wicked so I liked it.
I used the pain Mo caused as a catalyst to turn into my biggest nightmare--the five
families greatest enemy. It's my turn to take a stand, knowing full well I'm going to lose
my mind to the madness that is the American Mafia. I've always been told Blood is
thicker than life. I wish I would have listened. Because regardless of who you love? You
will betray. You will kill.
Blood Always Wins.
The only way out is death...yours.
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“Not here.” She sighed. “We need to go to your room I need you to lie down.”
Chase chuckled. “If I had a dollar—”
“What?” Mil gave him an I–will-kill-you expression. “Really, I’m dying to know.”
“Then...” Chase looked at me helplessly. “I’d only have a dollar?”
“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Come on.” Mil stood. “We’ll help you guys take Tex to his room.”
“I’m fine.” I grumbled standing again only to fall back in my chair.
“Aw, he’s like a baby giraffe.” Chase clapped. “All wobbly like.”
“Can I at least be a baby tiger?” I pleaded. “My pride and all that.”
“Baby tigers are so cute.” Mil grinned.
“Just kidding. I want to be a baby tarantula.”
“Too late.” Mil sighed happily. “Baby tiger it is.”
Mo hid a smile behind her hand before grabbing the kit. Chase moved to the side of the chair
and helped me to my feet. “Try not to like my touch too much, man. Remember I’m married.”
“I’ll try to keep my penis at bay.” I said dryly.
“That’s really all I ask.” Chase grunted as he helped me walk down the hall. “Well that and
keeping it in your pants.”
“I can’t even walk, I won’t rape you, dude.”
“One can never be too cautious,” Chase sang.
Once we were in my room, Chase dropped me onto the bed. It squeaked under my weight.
I had to believe that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and if there wasn’t, well I was
Whistling, I pulled open the door to the house and walked into the kitchen. Chase was standing
there shirtless, sweat pouring down his chest as he devoured a cinnamon roll and cup of coffee.
My stomach growled at the smell of fresh rolls.
“I made the rolls.” Chase’s eyes narrowed over his steaming cup of coffee. “After I punched a
bag with your face on it.”
“How’d my face turn out?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Wouldn’t know.” Chase shrugged. “I got tired of punching and eventually pulled out my gun. I’ll
buy Nixon another punching bag tomorrow.”
“Hmm, got a little rage, Chase?”
“I don’t know Tex, care to sucker punch me again and find out?”
“Ladies.” Nixon stormed into the room. “Tuck those ovaries back into your pants and grow some
balls—nobody’s punching anyone.”
“Says who?” I snorted bracing my hands on the counter top.
“Says the guy who’s going to put a bullet in your head if you as much as hint as disrespecting
me in my own home.” Nixon yawned and reached for a cup, then offered me one. “Coffee?”
“Probably time to retire when threatening your friends over coffee seems normal, Nixon.” I took
the cup. “Just saying.”
“Probably time to take Xanax if you’re punching your best friend in the face for breathing.”
Chase lifted his cup mockingly into the air. “Just sayin’.
Rachel does it again. I am flooered. She has seriously out down herself. More twists and turns than ever and many highs and lows. It was everything I hoped for and more. Tex's story brings us to the more hotter and darker side and I loved every single sexy second. Rachel writes beautifully and every book you can feel the growth and power behind those words. She never disappoints her readers thats for sure. She takes you on a roller coaster of pure enjoyment and amazingness. A must read, especially if you love this series. You will not be disappointed.