Page 159 of Mila: The Godfather

“Wh-hat?” Mitch’s shrill voice shakes.

I smile enjoying the way the cunt looks terrified, no longer looking as tough as he did when he messed with Mila. That’s the thing about bullies. They tend to prey on people they believe are weak to make themselves feel better about their useless existence, but Mila is not weak, nor is she alone. Not anymore. She has me.

I grip his hair, yanking his head back. “Apologize to my wife. Now.” I once again point at Kelly, who now has a cheerful look on his face but his eyes tell a different story. He is just as pissed as I am and feels a little bit guilty, too. He thinks it’s his fault because he stepped away for a minute, but it’s my fault for thinking she was safe in my own fucking home.

“I’m … I’m sorry,” he growls through gritted teeth. “I didn’t know she was different.” He snarls. Bullshit.

When I remain quiet, just staring at him, not believing a word he says, that’s when he gets angry and shows his true colors.

The same as his bitch of a father.

“My father was right.” He growls while his eyes turn darker. Crazy. “You’re weak, and they all know it.” He looks toward my men, who are standing back, watching the scene quietly. “They’re coming for you, and you have no idea how close they are.” He laughs as blood pours from his mouth to his chin and chest. “No idea you have a Judas amongst you.”

Oh, I know there’s a traitor in the clan, but I don’t know exactly who it is.

I won’t let the cunt know that, though.

And I won’t ask who it is because Mitch won’t say shit. I know snakes like him.

I remove the knife from his hand. He drops to his knees, the chains holding his upper half up. He holds his hand to his chest as it bleeds everywhere. Running the blade across my thigh, I close the knife and slip it back into my pocket. “Mitch?”

“Yeah?” He lifts his head to meet my glare. I remove my gun from the back of my slacks and shoot him right between the eyes.

There’s no sound in the room.

My men stand back, looking at the now-dead body of Mitch with zero emotion.

Turning to them, I point my gun at Mitch’s body on the floor and stare at each and every single one of my men. “This will be your only warning. Don’t put your hands on my wife. Ever.” My voice rings loud and clear. Reaching out, I grab the phone from Kelly. “Clean this shit up,” I order, and everyone scrambles, getting back to work.

That’s one less rat.

Now, onto the next.

Because there’s no doubt in my mind that Mitch wasn’t the only one.

The fucker was not that clever.

Nah.

One thing is clear. The contract for Mila’s head has nothing to do with my men, she was caught in that situation long before I made her mine.

Shit. Something tells me I’m running out of time.

Danger is closer than I thought.

Here.

In my fucking city.

Mila’s Secret Thoughts

Love hit me quietly.

Taking me by surprise and turning my world on its axis.

Dirty Girl

MILA

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