Page 86 of Mila: The Godfather

“Wha–” she’s not able to finish her sentence because the next thing I know, I’m dropping my head and taking her lips in mine.

I kiss the fuck out of her. I kiss her so hard. I hope that, with this kiss, she realizes that I can’t just be her friend.

Because I want more.

I want to be the sole reason she breathes.

Her reason to wake up in the morning and smile.

Because fucking psychotic and stalkerish behavior or not… she’s that to me and so much more.

Message from M

C,

I’ve dreamed about my perfect day many times. It’s what kept me from losing hope.

If you asked me this a year ago, I would’ve told you that my perfect day is sitting in a tiny cafe with both of my sisters drinking tea and eating lots of sweets.

But my perfect day looks different now.

Now when I think of my perfect day I think of you. - M

Always Here

MILA

“I found home in his arms. I found love.” – M

In a cold hallway of the Parisi mansion, a seven-year-old Mila hummed her favorite song as she colored the boring and plain white wall with her coloring markers, buzzing with excitement at the idea of giving the walls of their home color to not have it look so cold and empty all the time.

The little girl chose to paint a tiny mural as a gift to her family.

Pretty pictures made her heart happy, so she thought it would have the same effect on them as well.

On the walls, she drew every member of her family. Her parents, her sisters, her grandmother, and even some of the maids.

The little girl was good for her age. Incredibly talented and imaginative, which made a good combination for a tiny artist like herself.

She first drew her eldest sister, Arianna, holding her sister’s hands, looking strong and authoritative with a smirk on her beautiful face, and then she drew her middle sister, Kadra, wearing black clothes with a small smile on her face.

Mila spends most of her time when she’s not reading or painting, studying her sister’s expressions and actions in hopes of better understanding them. After a while, she caught on to the fact that her sisters only smiled for her. Not for their parents or for the other people who lived in their house.

Just her.

That is why whenever she draws her two sisters, she gives them smiles.

Not full-blown smiles but subtle ones.

The ones who show Mila how hard they try for her.

Real smiles.

Then she drew her parents.

She did not give them lots of color like she did her sisters because even at such a young age the little girl understands the truth of her parents.

They’re colorless.

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