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Eagle Elite Volume III (Eagle Elite Box Set Book 3), page 1
Eagle Elite Volume III
by Rachel Van Dyken
Copyright © 2023 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation.
EAGLE ELITE VOLUME III
Copyright © 2015 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
ISBN: 978-1-957700-35-9
Cover & Interior Design by Jill Sava, Love Affair With Fiction
Eulogy
Eagle Elite Book 12
Copyright © 2018 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
Debase
An Elite Bratva Brotherhood Novel
Eagle Elite Book 13
Copyright © 2019 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
Dissolution
An Elite Bratva Brotherhood Novel
Eagle Elite Book 14
Copyright © 2023 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
Exposed
Eagle Elite Book 15
Copyright © 2018 RACHEL VAN DYKEN®
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title Page
A Note On Content
Eagle Elite Family
Eagle Elite
A Note From The Author
EULOGY
Dedication
Eulogy
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Four
Chapter Seventy-Five
Chapter Seventy-Six
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Epilogue
Epilogue II
DEBASE
Dedication
Debase
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
DISSOLUTION
Dedication
Author Note
Dissolution
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
Welcome to the Family
Resources
A Message from RVD And A Reader
Acknowledgments
EXPOSED
Dedication
A Note From RVD
Eagle Elite
Exposed
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Bonus content
FINAL EE Epilogue
Also by Rachel Van Dyken
About the Author
A NOTE ON CONTENT
I know that some of you like to know if there is anything in a book that may be difficult for you to read.
Some real-life issues are discussed/portrayed within these pages.
If you would like to see what they are, please click HERE
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As always, thank you for reading!
Hugs, RVD
EAGLE ELITE FAMILY
If you would like to see the Eagle Elite Family Tree, please click HERE
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EAGLE ELITE
Elite (Nixon & Trace’s story)
Elect (Nixon & Trace’s story)
Entice (Chase & Mil’s story)
Elicit (Tex & Mo’s story)
Bang Bang (Axel & Amy’s story)
Enforce (Elite + from the boys’ POV)
Ember (Phoenix & Bee’s story)
Elude (Sergio & Andi’s story)
RIP: A Bratva Brotherhood Novel (Nikolai & Maya’s story)
Empire (Sergio & Val’s story)
Enrage (Dante & El’s story)
Eulogy (Chase & Luciana’s story)
Exposed (Dom & Tanit’s story)
Envy (Vic & Renee’s story)
Debase: A Bratva Brotherhood Novel (Andrei & Alice’s story)
Dissolution (Santino & Katya’s story)
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
So how did this series start? Fun question, back in 2012 I was giving my husband crap about not reading my books, at that point I'd had a dozen regencies out, and a few contemporaries and he was like I only read suspense, then we found out that this guy from the mafia was hiding out around 30 miles from our house, it made the news, he'd been hiding out for I believe over 20 years and the FBI raided his farm. He was beloved by his entire community and they even signed a petition to get his charges dropped. My husband read it and was like this, this is what I would love to read. I was so insecure at the time (little did I know) about writing suspense that I just jumped right into it. It was a crazy process of a ton of research about the mafia (that later became an obsession) and buying every single book I could on the Cosa Nostra's history in the states. I can one hundred percent promise that what you're reading was in fact researched to the point that I have a "mafia" Bible in my home (it's seen better days at this point). I didn't go read other mafia books from other romance authors and in fact refuse to do so, so that mine is authentic and based on fact not fiction, though there are some fictional things in there because, come on, romance ;) I hope you guys enjoy the stories and know that this is one of my favorite series of all time, and also one of my best selling series with millions of reads worldwide <3
HUGS
LOVE,
RVD
EULOGY
DEDICATION
To all the readers who hated me after Enrage—it's time for our revenge.
Enjoy!
EULOGY
Noun, plural: a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing—especially a set oration in honor of a deceased person—high praise and or commendation. i.e.: the man refused to praise the dead—after all she was still haunting the living—and for that very reason, there would be no words, for they would be filled with empty lies and angry threats. A Eulogy—she did not deserve.
PROLOGUE
Blood. Blood. Blood.
It covered my hands.
It surged through my heart.
It dripped from my fingertips onto the concrete floor.
Trapped.
Broken.
Finished.
Hungry.
Insanity scratched its way into my psyche as I eyed the door and waited. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three…
It opened.
I fired two rounds, and acrid smoke filled the air.
I thought I knew what love was. I was a fucking idiot. Every single bone in my body shuddered with rage, with the need to rip something apart, someone, anyone—all of them. My friends. My brothers. I brought the war to our house, and they would finish me because of it.
I’d thought I loved her.
Our love had been a lie.
Her betrayal my only truth.
And now?
Now, I finally knew what love was. I’d seen it, smelled it, tasted it.
And lost it.
I’d fucking lost it.
They would pay. They would all pay.
For taking her.
For turning her against me.
For making me believe that blood was everything, only after mine was spilled.
“I’m not worth dying for,” she’d whispered. “But you, Chase Abandonato… you’re worth living for, breathing for, existing for. The only way to break—is from being already broken.”
“I am broken.”
“But…” She’d placed a hand on my chest, my heart surging to life. “You don’t have to be…”
Two more steps, three. I kicked the door open and fired as bullets whizzed by my ear, and when one struck true, and I collapsed to the ground; I swore up at the barrel of the gun.
I’d live.
For her.
I’d choose life.
I wanted life.
Not this.
They surrounded me.
I wasn’t afraid.
I’d cheat death.
With a bloody smile, I crawled to my knees and yelled, firing rounds into the ceiling surrounding me as my screams of pain filled the room.
As the broken…
By finally shattering…
Became whole.
“You’ve made your choice,” he whispered, closing his eyes and turning his gun to my head. “And this was it.”
“I don’t choose me.” Blood trickled down my chin. “I choose her.”
CHAPTER ONE
“Chase Abandonato should have been boss. It was his birthright, but he gave it up for his best friend. He’d never been groomed for that position and claimed he didn’t want the responsibility. It wasn’t much later that he’d married Mil De Lange in order to align the De Lange Family back into the fold. The problem with that sordid situation was that he thought he’d finally found his purpose in protecting her—and that woman didn’t want what he had to offer.” I tapped my thumb against the metal desk. “Can I go now?”
— Notes from interview with Agent P, FBI
Chase
Empty.
The sound of someone choking, gasping for air, filled the empty space in the large foyer.
My blurry eyes darted around in a frenzied attempt to find the source, only to realize a few seconds later.
It was me.
I was the one choking.
I was the one sobbing.
I was the one making that bloodcurdling noise as I fell to my knees, then very slowly, pulled out my gun and started shooting.
I took out the walls first. They were her favorite; she’d said she wanted something modern, chic.
“Make it impressive, Chase,” she’d said in that sultry temptress voice before sashaying off in her tall red heels.
So I’d done it.
I’d painted the entry walls a blood red.
I’d had no idea at the time that it would be my future, being dipped in that blood, her blood, the blood we shared.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
I fired at the wall, again and again, until a picture, our wedding picture, the only picture in the house, crashed to the floor, shattering glass across the hardwood.
And then I was angry again.
So fucking angry.
She’d wanted those floors, too.
God, was there anything in this house that was me?
For her. I’d done it all for her.
And…
She’d.
Betrayed.
Me.
I would have cut out my own heart and handed it to her on a silver platter while I watched the last two thumps give way.
I would have killed hundreds, thousands, millions.
And it would have still never been enough, would it?
Not enough.
Not me.
Not the house.
Not my money.
Not my love.
I moved to my feet and slowly walked over to the fallen picture, as glass crunched beneath my boots.
She was grinning up at me, even though our wedding day hadn’t been a happy day. And the sick part?
I was looking down at her the way I’d always looked at her, with barely restrained awe at her strength, her beauty, the way she took situations and molded them to her will.
I just never once imagined—I’d end up her victim.
Instead of a partner.
Slowly, I picked up the picture and then dropped it again onto the floor, only to lean over and slam my fist into it until I couldn’t see her face, until blood ran down my knuckles, until I felt slices of pain pierce my skin.
