Page 49 of Mila: The Godfather

Money, power, and greed.

I believed it at one point, too, until her letters.

Letters I found stashed in my baby shit that she kept.

Letters addressed to all of her children.

She was not only forced to abandon her life in Philadelphia and her family but she was forced to marry that piece of shit Volpe and bear his children. My half-siblings, Lucan and Giana Volpe.

Something I learned after she was long gone.

Her body was never found, and she was never laid to rest like she fucking deserved because the secret of her death was taken to the grave with fucking Volpe. I no longer blamed her for the choices she made. Foolish or not, she made them out of fear and love. Her one grave mistake was thinking my father wouldn’t have gone to war for her and come out victorious. He would have succeeded.

The three families of Detroit were very powerful back then, more than my father, who was proving himself to his own father and our clan, but Cathan was and still is a savage and clever motherfucker. I know he would have found a way to protect us both, but my mother, in her fear, did not believe him capable, and I also believe that’s what caused their downfall.

I’ve never had a serious relationship in my life. I was the type to fuck ’em’-and- leave-’em’ but one thing I do know is that a man in love would go to war for his woman without question Without fear.

My father was willing, but Mum’s fear won.

Yeah, it’s one fucked-up family tale that connects Detroit to my city.

I still carry a lot of guilt and a whole lot of hatred for that goddamn city, but just as my mother was bound to it, so am I.

Life has a funny way of fucking you over.

I once infiltrated the Nicolasi family in hopes of tearing them down from the inside out, but ended up finding truths I was not searching for, siblings and my first fucking obsession. A goddamn girl.

In truth, I didn’t have to do much.

The new blood of the three families took out the old blood, the generation before theirs. I only stood back and watched how their kingdom crumbled, decaying from the inside out. I knew the truth. They didn’t. The only thing that could tear down the Holy Trinity of Detroit was itself.

And it is now happening, hence the chaos that erupted today once the little Parisi princess left the safety of her castle and gave not only me, but her family’s enemies access to her.

I can’t find it in me to feel guilty.

Never when it comes to her.

I always get what I want, and what I want is her.

Every beautiful inch of her.

I am so close to having it all.

I got my title, my city, and now I am aiming for the woman who was born to stand by my side.

Now, she’s here, and I’ll play every trick in my deck of cards to make her realize that there’s no one for her but me and vice versa.

No one.

Walking towards the second master room’s balcony, I open the double doors and take a deep breath once I am outside. I was born and raised in a hectic city with loud noise and chaos. There is not a day when the world stops for me. All fast-paced. The total opposite of this place.

My grandfather loved the sea, and he spent all his time after my father took over the business here at this estate, even when his wife left this world. He still came back.

I didn’t understand his mysterious draw to the ocean.

Now that I am a man– a man who never has a single moment of peace, I understand.

There is something about it that relaxes both the mind and the soul.

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