Page 174 of Mila: The Godfather

I know this, and yet I do not care because I’ve seen other parts of them, too.

Their human side, even Byrne’s.

Right now, even though their eyes are angry and there’s darkness behind them, I also see the pain from when they walked in and saw Conor– someone they thought was a brother and a friend— betraying not only their leader but them as well.

It happened so fast that my head started to spin, but I tried to tune out the loud noise and focus on him.

You can do this, Mila.

Be strong.

The voice in my head that used to be my own changes into his. All I hear is Riagan telling me to be brave, and that’s what I do. Instead of falling to the ground in a fetal position like I would have done before, I stand strong and put all my faith in him.

It only takes a second for all hell to break loose.

When it does, shots are fired.

Fists are thrown, hearts keep breaking, and then I’m being pushed. “Maeve, no!” Someone yells, and I think it is Cathan, but I’m not really sure. It’s all a mess. I can’t see anything because my head starts to spin.

Then, I fall to the floor with another person’s weight on top of me. All I can see is pink hair.

Maeve.

But then I hear machine guns go off.

Loud, so loud, and grunts of pain.

Then there’s a scream.

Loud.

Desperate.

Heartbreaking.

A person is down on the floor crying and screaming until their throats hurt.

I didn’t realize the person screaming and crying was me until the world turned dark, and I could no longer feel anything.

My last thought is him.

His eyes.

His smile.

Just him.

Riagan’s Secret Thoughts

I love you.

I’ve never loved anything or anyone more than I love you.

Letting Go

RIAGAN

“She painted my world. It is no longer black.” — R

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