Page 64 of Mila: The Godfather

That’s all I’ll ever need.

Message from K

Mila,

There will come a time in your life where I will have to do whatever it needs to be done to keep you safe. I’m sorry if in the process I clip your wings. I’m trying to keep the flames from getting to you like they did me.

•Sirius

Sweets and Jealousy

RIAGAN

“This love is worth it all.” – R

A sweet smell wafts through the air as I make my way down the stairs toward the kitchen. The delicious smell is compelling and has my mouth watering and my stomach grumbling. I also hurry my pace in search of Mila. She wasn’t in her room when I went to check on her.

It’s early in the morning, and my body feels tired, as if I didn’t get much sleep last night. I didn’t.

A certain little tease, blonde bombshell kept roaming through my mind, successfully ruining every attempt of sleep. Fuck, how things change in a blink of an eye. How one day you can be traveling through life alone and only existing, not truly living, and the next well, Mila happens.

Now I’m here.

Not only did I propose a marriage of convenience to the girl, but on the same night, my fiancé friend-zones me. A sane man would feel annoyed at being denied, but the thrill of the challenge buzzes through me.

I was sure this wouldn’t be easy.

She wouldn’t be the one if she were easy.

And there’s no denying that she is the one.

My one.

Fuck tradition.

Fuck “normal” courting.

I’ve always followed the beat of my own fucking drum. Never cared to follow social norms.

I wanted her, I found a way into her little world, and now I don’t plan on ever leaving.

Stalker much? Yes.

Is it too fast? For her, perhaps, but I’ve been waiting a long fucking time.

This need for her has been bubbling inside of me for years.

Sure, I’d lusted after women before. But nothing had been quite like this. Women fell on my lap the same way dollar bills did. Easy.

Without much effort.

If I wanted a woman, I typically asked her out, took her home. I “got her out of my system,” as much as I hated that turn of phrase, and that was it.

Life went on, and I moved on.

But life didn’t move on after my first encounter with the little Parisi princess. No, it certainly didn’t.

It was innocent at first, then she grew up, and I crossed the fucking line.

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