A mafia romance about best friends turned enemies by Rachel Van Dyken, the number one New York Times bestselling author of the Eagle Elite series.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend…
I never thought my father would ask this of me, to become the second generation at Eagle Elite University, to rule with an iron fist, and to take care of anyone who gets in our way.
But ever since the incident.
Ever since Him.
There’s been a war in our little clique.
After all, a house divided cannot stand.
He’s the problem, not me.
He used to kiss me like I was his oxygen.
Now he looks at me like I’m his poison.
But we both drank it, again and again, never believing there would be a day when our love would start a war.
And our friendship would shatter into a million pieces.
Then again, the worst thing you could do in the mafia is hang on to hope that your life will be normal.
The second worst thing?
Fall in love with your best friend.
And heir to the Nicolasi throne.
Another fantastic read by RVD! Hold on for the roller coaster ride this new mafia series will being! Second generation of power, betrayal, death and love, and oh my she does not disappoint!! The angst is real! Be prepared to feel all the FEELS! Can’t wait to read the next one in this series!
There were redeeming sections of this book, but as soon as you read them the rest of the writing ruins it. If you don’t mind fan fiction like writing with little editing, go for the read. Otherwise pass. This was one I didn’t even bother finishing.
Unbearable. Scattered writing
I usually don’t find books unbearable, but this was just bad!! The writing was so scattered. There were hints of plot but they just remained hints and never materialised. The story is very unrealistic and not in a good way. There’s contant bodily harm done with broken bones and all but they don’t seem to need any recovery time. The characters are in their early twenties but they all act worse than high schoolers. They’re mafia royalty and they’re “made people” but yet they are not participating in any mafia dealings/operations. They’re scared of their fathers and yet they constantly do what they want. For some twisted reason, breaking each other’s bones is the default method of celebrating, mourning and punishment.
Overall, one of the worst stories I’ve read recently.