Page 129 of Mila: The Godfather

All my heart’s wishes were written on letters.

Letters I sent to one person and one person only.

But it couldn’t be, could it?

Riagan’s Secret Thoughts

I dreamt of her even when I didn’t know she existed.

She was always there.

Like the sun.

Like the moon.

Like all the stars in the night.

Date Night

MILA

“I know you feel the same.” — R

“How about this one?” I turn away from the fantasy selection to find Riagan standing with a smirk on his face while holding up a book with a half-naked blue alien on it with tentacles for feet.

Uh-oh.

He found the spicy section.

My cheeks reddened when I noticed a small crowd of women not far from us, giggling while ogling the giant tattooed man in the tiny bookstore. From the moment we entered the tiny, cozy bookstore, all eyes were on us, well, him. Not only because Riagan is as big as the bookshelves but also because he looks just like every model on most romance book covers on display here.

Earlier, when Bain notified me that Riagan had a surprise for me, I did not expect he would bring me to this sweet and warm bookstore.

I was genuinely surprised and incredibly excited, not only because this place feels like home to me already but because I’d never been inside a bookstore before. Most of my books are downloaded through my reading device, and some I order online and have shipped to me.

I’ve never stepped inside a bookstore and browsed for hours like most people do.

“For the third time, Riagan.” I take a deep breath, trying to hold the smile that wants to break free and, holding the five books I chose closer to my chest. “I’m not into alien romance,” I emphasize.

No, there’s nothing wrong with those types of romance. I tried reading one once, but I couldn’t get into it. I pride myself in being a logical person, and the thought of a blue creature-man with tentacles for feet that comes to earth to steal his heroine was too outrageous, but hey, I thought that falling for a mafioso was not something that happened in real life, and yet here we are.

“The lady at the front desk said that paranormal—especially alien romance, is really in right now.” Then, he starts reading out loud. “Rogue Barbarians by Mary Pines. The king of planet Rogue arrives at earth looking for a human bride to procreate with.” He purses his lips adorably while holding the book my way. “The ugly fucker abducts the human and shows her a good time out of space. Kinky.” Riagan wiggles his brows, making me laugh at how absurd this conversation might seem to outsiders.

“You’re crazy.” I smile with my entire face while holding tightly onto the books I chose.

His blue eyes fall on mine. Soft and gentle. Penetrating my soul. “Crazy for you.”

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

My chest feels tight, and it’s difficult to find my next breath when he says things and looks at me like that.

He makes a thousand butterflies take my stomach hostage.

It’s fascinating just as much as it is frightening at times.

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