Page 104 of Mila: The Godfather

With blood in my hands and rage in my heart.

The dream is over.

It’s time to go home.

To my playground.

Mila’s Secret Thoughts

Something about him makes me feel alive and not lost.

It’s wonderful. Very scary, yes but oh so wonderful.

Part II

THE QUEEN OF PHILLY

“I fell in love with a dream.

That sweet dream is now my reality.

My forever.” – R

Maeve & Bruno

MILA

“All I see is him. He’s all I ever want to see.” – M

I should be used to how life changes in the blink of an eye by now. One moment, I was on a magical island, experiencing life like I’ve never done before, and the next… well… I ended up here.

In his world.

No longer blissful paradise.

The reality of my situation sank in the second I watched several bullets fly, hitting flesh and taking lives. All while I stood behind Riagan, covering my ears but not my eyes. I witnessed everything, not feeling pity or even a slight feeling of guilt, as he took the lives of those who intended to hurt us with Cianne’s help.

Logic tells me I should feel terrified of what I saw, but I am not.

To be fair, in the moment, I did feel scared, but not of Riagan. No. Never him.

I was terrified of losing him when I had just found him.

So, yes, life changes in an instant.

We’re no longer dancing in the rain in a faraway paradise but in Philadelphia.

Riagan’s city.

After the long flight and car drive, we finally arrived at a mansion just as grand as the one he has in the islands, but this one fits more his style. The large medieval architecture and modern building stands out among the tall trees that surround it. This place is so big. He doesn’t even have neighbors, just a whole bunch of acres. It’s stunning, in a different way than the beach mansion was, but beautiful just the same.

The car stops as Cianne pulls in front of a gate. He has to step out, not just to enter a passcode into the security box, but to also press his palm against the green screen before the gate makes an audible groan as it rolls open. Then, he drives down a path and around to the back of the large mansion, the gate slowly closing behind us. The first thing I notice is that there’s an army of men dressed in black guarding every inch and corner of this place from the outside and the inside. None of them wear suits like most guards do back home but jeans and t-shirts. Much like their boss does.

I can’t help but press my nose to the car window and watch the tall trees as we pass them. It wasn’t until we reached the fountain—a black fountain —that one word slipped out.

“Wow.” Thick patches of grass bisected tiles of concrete. The landscaping was just as beautiful as the house itself.

But that didn’t sound quite accurate.

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