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  Elite Power

  Rhett

  (Dark Mafia Romance)

  The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!

  Supreme Legacy Series

  Elite Power

  Rhett

  P.T. Macias

  Elite Power: Rhett, (Dark Mafia Romance) The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees! Supreme Legacy By P.T. Macias

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2019 P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2019 By P. T. Macias.

  ISBN- 9781082770647

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, mythology and folklore, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book was printed in the United States of America.

  Dedication

  I’m dedicating this book to my husband, children, grandchildren, and family. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and support.

  Special Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank Sara Miller for being there when I need her and for her amazing editing! She’s awesome!

  Synopsis

  Earl Rhett Kaiser

  My three-night stand is more than I thought.

  She collides with my world, making it rock on its axis.

  Yeah, she’s the one that I can’t seem to forget.

  I need to ignore my soul’s roar.

  She’s part of the web of deception that I need to make right.

  She’s wild; she’s beautiful, she’s completely untamed and smart.

  She runs from my grasp, fearing for her life.

  She doesn't grant me chance, but I’m here to save her.

  The King seeks justice, and the underworld war needs to end.

  The bloodshed flows, the Capo, is dead.

  The Lord is out of control; he’s eager to wage war and claiming her as his reward.

  Isabelle Napolitano

  My world has changed; who knew it would.

  My Papà, the Capo of the largest criminal underworld, is dead.

  The war has to end!

  My brothers are gone and nowhere to be found.

  The Lord in Europe seeks his bounty, claiming me as his.

  I don’t think so, I would rather die.

  I have to run; I have to hide.

  I’m petrified, and I’m going insane.

  What should I do?

  My three-night stand unexpectedly shows back up in my life.

  He’s not who I thought.

  He’s an Elite, much more than a Capo in the underworld.

  Who would have thought?

  He wants to protect me, but is that a lie?

  My heart aches; my soul weeps.

  I’m running, not looking, not listening to him.

  Nobody can help me; I can’t stay here.

  I must hide, I pray that I’ll survive.

  Supreme Legacy Series

  Experience the world of the ruthless masters, the Elite Supreme Power dictating society and the world.

  Taste the excitement and the mysterious allure of falling in love.

  Enjoy the opulence, the adventure, the power wars, the suspense, the corruption, the drama, lies, secrets, and the omnipresent danger cloaking their life.

  The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!

  Elite Supreme Power

  “The dance, endless and inevitable, directed by the puppeteer.” P.T. Macias

  The utmost powerful, enigmatic puppet masters, those in the top echelons of the world, the Elite Supreme Power was created by the six most powerful families.

  The Elite Power, their legacy, and the world, are the Masters, dictating society, and serving their own agenda.

  These families rise to power started in the 18th century when the Renaissance period began a renewed interest in social, artistic, political, and economic philosophies.

  This Master family mutated into some of the most powerful corporations in the world. Their legacy, the accumulation of vast wealth funneled through their large corporations is the Masters’ hegemonic power that forms the complicated framework of politics and business.

  The Masters’ vast wealth empowered them to control the world’s political, military, and economic systems. The Masters are the oligarchy power that created the current world, as we know it today.

  The Elite Power Masters not only control the world in all aspects, but they also manage their own with an iron fist.

  The Elites used the newest medical techniques before they were known to the world to perfect their legacy.

  The Elite’s Elites elected to genetically design their babies. The Elite baby’s genetic makeup is perfect, specifically selected, and designed.

  The new generation of the Elites are the original designer babies, the Earls.

  The Earls and Ladies’ genetic properties are flawless in all aspects. The embryo was genetically engineered in vitro for particular traits, such as IQ, power, strength, gender, hair color, eye color, and the removal of genetic diseases.

  The Earls have been trained by the best, and their education has been methodical, thorough, intense, and demanding in all areas, including etiquette, musical ability, and in military combat training.

  The Elite power is supreme, but love brings them to their knees!

  Playlist

  Page 25

  Whitney Houston - Run To You

  https://youtu.be/h9rCobRl-ng

  Page 12

  This I Promise You

  Shane Filan

  https://youtu.be/gyhJHTAi16c

  Page 92

  Alison Krauss

  When You Say Nothing At All

  https://youtu.be/XyEyDiEBgv8

  Page 109

  I Can Love You Like That

  John Michael Montgomery

  https://youtu.be/CNQBOgGo534

  Page 129

  I Swear

  John Michael Montgomery

  https://youtu.be/qM4pci9xDaY

  One

  “Enjoy today’s blessings, because tomorrow may never come.” P.T. Macias

  Isabelle walks across the stage looking stunningly confident wearing her cap and gown, beaming triumphantly.

  Her large hazel eyes sparkle as she looks out at her Papà sitting in the balcony, in the top row, clapping. Then she looks at her twin brothers as they wave goofily at her.

  Oh my, I’m so excited! I did it! My Papà, Angelo, and Stefano are here. They made it! I thought something would come up at the factory, like always. Oh yeah!

  Then she looks back across the stage, takes long firm strides, and confidently shakes all the proffered hands, everything is flying by in a daze. Then she walks a few feet, then walks down the stairs leading off of the stage.

  She looks up looking for her Papà and brothers, her right eyebrow raises up, and her eyes roam across the row of seats.

  Oh my, where did they go? Did they leave already?

  She walks down the steps, her chest constricting, and she bites her lower lip to control the anguish squeezing her heart. A couple minutes later she stands in the row with her group, waiting for the commencement ceremony to be over.

  Isabelle walks out of the auditorium, her huge hazel eyes roam right and left searching for her family.

  The graduates around her elbow push and shove as they walk out in search of their families. The noise is loud, everyone is talking and laughing at once.

  She walks down the steps, looks around, then sighs as she sees her bodyguard holding some flowers. He walks over to her, hands over the bouquet of roses, and the card, nodding.

  “Ms. Napolitano, these are from your Papà. He had to leave,” her bodyguard Red, says stoically.

  Isabelle takes the flowers, takes a delicate sniff of the luscious blooms, closing her eyes. She nods, her hurt eyes look over at the bodyguard.

  “I’m ready to leave.”

  Red nods, and quickly signals to the other three bodyguards. They walk around her, creating a shield.

  “Isabelle!”

  Isabelle stops, turns to look as her BFF's Caroline and Samantha run up to her. She signals the guards to step back.

  The girls wrap her in a huge hug, laughing.

  “Where are you going? Where’s your family?” asks Caroline raising her eyebrows questioningly at the guards. Her huge warm brown eyes gaze into Isabelle’s eyes, searching.

  “Hell, what’s up?” Samantha says, gazing into Isabelle’s eyes for answers.

  “Nothing is wrong, I was just going home,” says Isabelle, smiling a small smile.

  Her eyes tear up, she quickly swipes the tears away with her fingers, inhales deeply squaring her shoulders.

  “Oh, Belle, where’s your family? I know that I saw them,’ says Caroline, looking around.

  “They had an emergency that they needed to attend to,” says Isabelle, nodding resolutely.

  “Oh no! Then come with us, you know you’re always welcome at the graduation dinner at my house,” says Caroline, leaning in to hug her.

  Isabelle laughs, and shaking her head pushes away from her.

  “It’s ok, no worries. You two have fun, I’m just going to go home. I’m exhaust
ed after all the pomp and circumstance,” says Isabelle. Her hazel eyes look dejected, lost and lonely.

  “Hey, are you sure, you can come to my house for dinner if you get to feeling better later?” Samantha says, her brow scrunching as she assesses Isabelle’s face.

  “Yes, I am. I’ll talk to you two tomorrow. Have fun,” replies Isabelle, smiling weakly and waves them off.

  She walks away, moving her hand up, pulls off the cap, and holds it with the flowers and card, she sighs as she gets into the car and the chauffer closes the door.

  Belle walks into the house, and down the hall placing the flowers and card on the wall table.

  Greta walks out of the kitchen drying her hands. She smiles proudly at Belle.

  “Mia Stellina (little star), congratulations! Why are you home early? I thought that you were celebrating with your Papà and brothers.”

  Belle turns around, and with a tremulous smile, runs to her.

  Greta holds her close, running her hand soothingly down her hair.

  Belle hugs Greta tight, tears spilling hot down her face.

  “What’s wrong Stellina?”

  Belle pulls back, inhales, and exhales. She moves her hands up to her face, wipes the tears away. Then walks out of Greta’s embrace, arms shaking. She moves her hands up to gather her long wavy golden-brown hair tossing the locks behind her shoulders.

  “Great, it was amazing and I’m excited to be finished with school, but I’m so sad. Papà, Stefano, and Angelo left at the end of the graduation before I even had a chance to talk to them. They were gone by the time I was able to exit the building.”

  “Stellina, don’t cry. I’m sure that your Papà had a good reason to leave. He adores you.”

  Belle takes a deep breath and nods, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.

  “Yes, that’s what I think but it stills hurts Greta. I’m tired of constantly being left alone.”

  She takes off the five-inch heels and grabs the card from the table.

  “Mia Stellina, you’re not alone. I’m always here for you. Would you like me to cook you some dinner?”

  “No, thank you dear Greta. I’m not hungry. I’m just going to my room to lay down.”

  Greta’s soft worried eyes look over at Belle, clasping her hands.

  “How about I make you some tea, it will relax you.”

  “Ok.”

  Belle nods and picks up the card. She pads down the hall to her room.

  Later that night, Belle sits at the foot of her bed on the dark gray carpet in her room, looking at the old photo album.

  She looks at her mother laughing as she holds onto her Papà’s shoulders as they dance. Belle traces her face with her forefinger, whispering.

  “Why did you leave us? You left me so lonely.”

  The sparkling crystal tear, rolls down her pale white cheek, and she blinks several times to try and stop the flow of tears.

  Where did Papà go? I know that he’s always busy, but I do want to spend some time with him and celebrate the day.

  Ever since Mom left, he has been heartbroken, but he always puts on a happy face around me. I know the truth, he’s suffering. He started working longer hours after she left us. I hardly ever see him or my brothers.

  I can’t believe my mom, it’s been ten years, and she hasn’t even bothered to call. I was eleven, and so confused when she left. I thought that she loved us, that she loved me. What was she thinking?

  I didn’t feel that lonely because I was going to school, then to UC Berkley, but now what? Is this going to be my life? I know that I have everything a person could ever want, but I still feel alone.

  I always have this ache, this emptiness in my soul, and nothing fills it.

  I’ve been breathing, but not truly living. When Mom left, Papà decided that I must learn how to protect myself, so he took me to the shooting range. He said that it’s always a good idea to know how to shoot a gun for safety reasons.

  He also hired a martial arts instructor, because he said that I needed to know how to defend myself if there were no weapons readily at hand. Of course, my brothers had already started their training, because they were going to work with Papà in the family business.

  I wanted lessons to learn dance, ballet, and the piano. Eventually he did relent, after I promised that I would put just as much effort into learning how to shoot and defend myself.

  Music and dancing fills the void in my heart. It’s the only time that I feel alive and whole.

  I know that Papà hurts just as much as I do. We have this strong connection, but once I turned eighteen, and started college, he started working on the weekends and staying even later at work.

  Now what? I graduated from UC Berkley, and I have a degree in political science. But what is my next step? Have fun? No, I would like to find a job where I can make a difference. I’m going to apply for an internship in Washington. Yes, that may be just what I’m looking for.

  The knock-on her door startles her out of her thoughts, frowning she looks up.

  “Enter.”

  The door opens, her Papà walks inside, stopping in the entrance. His tall robust body barely fits in the doorway. He leans against the frame clenching his huge hands. His agonized troubled brown eyes look down at Belle.

  Belle closes the album and leaning back against the bed footboard, she slides the photo album under her bed.

  “Mia Belle, I’m sorry that we left the graduation early and we didn’t celebrate. I’m very proud of you. We had an emergency at the factory, will you please forgive me?”

  Belle stares at her Papà, her pain filled eyes look at him despondently lifting her right shoulder in a slight shrug, shakes her head.

  “No worries Papà, I understand. I’m used to it. It’s not a big deal.”

  Salvatore’s huge hand grips the doorframe tight, the skin at his knuckles begins to whiten. His hazel eyes gaze into Belle’s eyes, searching for any emotion, trying to see her true state.

  “Mia Belle, don’t shut me out. I will make it up to you. I’ll take you anywhere you want, to Italy, England, France, or Cancun. Anywhere in the world. You pick. You can invite your friends.”

  Belle turns away, tuning him out, nodding. She moves her right hand and tucks a long stand behind her ear.

  This is so typical of my Papà, he wants to shower me with extravagant trips and clothes or jewelry . . . . etc. When will he understand that I want to spend time with him? What I crave the most is his love. What I desire the most can’t be purchased at ultra-exclusive boutique.

  “Sounds good Papà, no worries.”

  “Mia Belle, please hear me out on this.”

  Belle turns to look at him, as she stoically waits for him to continue.

  “Mia Belle, I’m truly sorry. You and your brothers are my world. I know it looks like I’m deserting you, but the business is demanding more and more of my time these days.”

  Salvatore continues to stand at the door, he squints his light brown eyes, focusing on her lovely sad eyes.

  He searches for a sign, a small fissure in the cold wall that she’s erected. He’s looking for a crevice that will allow him to take the next step, to be able to get closer and hug her. He takes a tentative step into the room, his warm eyes gaze boring into hers, smiling.

  “I want to remind you, Mia Belle. Do you remember the special safe box that I have for you?”

  Belle's huge eyes widen, her long lashes spread over her eyebrows. Her forehead furrows, and nodding she looks over at him.

  “That’s good, Mia Belle. You’re not a little girl anymore. If something ever happens to me and your brothers, remember to go to the safe box. You will find everything you need. Trust no one, only the Elites. I have it written down in the instructions. Remember, you have to follow the instructions. ”

  Belle’s face is pasty white, she blinks rapidly to staunch the tears. She bites her lip trying not to cry.