Page 50 of Mila: The Godfather

You feel tranquility.

I never felt that before. Now, I do.

In many ways, the girl, Mila, reminds me of the ocean.

When she is near, my mind grows quiet, and so do the demons in my soul.

Sighing, I take in the view before me. From all the way up here, I can see the beach and the line where the moon is now kissing the sea.

You don’t get this in the city.

Nothing can quite compare to this.

Placing a cig between my teeth, I take in a long drag and expel the smoke upwards toward the sky. The sky is clear, with no gray clouds in sight. It’s filled with stars. Lifting the cig to my mouth once more, I rest my elbows on the railing, looking down at my estate. The mansion is in the center of the most exotic part of the privately-owned island, Blue Bay. This place is a thing of beauty, and it is also secluded from the hustle and bustle of crowds on some of the neighboring islands.

Just like I prefer it.

No one knows my family owns this place. No one I don’t trust, at least.

Studying the tropical beauty all around me in detail, a smirk shapes my mouth when Mila’s words from before echo in my memory. I would never leave this place if it were mine.

Oh, I’m counting on it, butterfly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the light being turned on and off three times in her room. I find myself transfixed, curious as to what she’s doing. From way over here, I can make out her silhouette behind the silky curtains I knew she would love so much. She hates messes and loves the soft feel of satin. I lean forward on the railing with my cig still burning and watch her as she roams around her room for exactly five minutes before the lights go off.

As I take another long drag of my smoke, I can’t help the grin that takes over my face. Nothing about her situation should make me smile the way I’ve been doing all fucking day. There’s nothing remotely funny about a sick motherfucker putting a hit on an innocent young girl. Nothing.

I have my men and Maeve searching for every piece of information they can get about the hit that was put on her head and what the contract entails. I’m going to track down the cunt who gave the order and every fucker that takes the contract. I already have my suspicions, and as much as I would love to be back in Philadelphia hunting the piece of shit, there’s nowhere else I would rather be than right here with her.

Nowhere.

My thoughts are interrupted when there’s a buzzing sound coming from my back pocket. My phone. Reaching inside my pocket for it, I already know who the person on the other end of the line is. Answering, the first thing I hear is a child’s giggle. “Riwriw.” The sweet voice of the cutest little brat I know. My baby niece, Allegra.

“Baby girl. It’s late as fuck.” I really should watch the way I speak around kids, mind my filthy mouth around her, but I love fucking with her father way too much to stop. Besides, Allegra’s first words were not Dada or Mama. No. Her first word was bitch. All thanks to her mother’s colorful mouth.

“Uh-uh,” My baby niece giggles, finding me amusing as always. “Daddy, Riwriw bad. Riwriw, fuck. Damond now.” Most kids her age ask for dollars but not my niece. No. Allegra hustles diamonds out of me.

I hear a shuffling in the background and what sounds like Lucan scolding his daughter gently for saying ’fuck’ repeatedly. Taking a drag of my cig, I savor it before I put it out. “You need to stop swearing at my kid. She’s gotten too comfortable with using fuck, shit, and asswipe. Andrea is going to have my balls once she hears Allegra’s word of the day.” Lucan sighs, sounding every bit annoyed.

Good.

“As if she didn’t already have your balls in her hands, little brother. Everyone with eyes has witnessed how your wife uses them as stress balls by now.”

“Now, I know you’re not talking about balls, fucker. You seemed to have lost yours along with your dignity.” The little asshole laughs. “How’s stalking going for you? Has it paid off, man? If you need pointers on how to get a woman by actually talking to her instead of infiltrating her life—-”

Already feeling a headache growing because of this nuisance’s big mouth, I cut him off. “Do you have anything useful to say, or should I hang the fuck up?” I say in a bored tone, now looking away from her window and towards the beach.

“Asshole,” Lucan says under his breath, making my mouth twitch. Our relationship isn’t perfect, and it started rocky, but as the years passed, we’ve grown closer. Not only because it was my mother’s wish for me to look after her other children but because I didn’t totally hate the guy. When he had his mouth shut, I could actually tolerate him. “A certain Parisi has gone missing. Do you perhaps know anything about that?”

“No.” I look away from the water and find myself staring at her window once again. Has she found sleep? I wonder how she will act once the reality of this situation sinks in when a new day arrives.

“Ah, shit. You.” My brother hisses. “I thought your creepy obsession ended with the pen pal shit.” He speaks again as I grow bored.

Everything bores me lately. Nothing holds the same appeal. She does.

This fascination grows by the second.

Then I find myself longing for the hours to pass so I can see her again. Fuck.

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