Page 1 of Mila: The Godfather

When Rian Met Mila

RIAGAN

Past

The fucking piece of shit.

Out of all the things this bastard could’ve ordered me to do he chose babysitting a bunch of fucking spoiled brats on this stupid fucking night.

Volpe.

Nicolasi.

Parisi.

The children of the three crime families of Detroit and, as of lately, the banes of my fucking existence. The Volpe heir is a cocky little asshole. The psycho twins are just that, fucking psychos. And spoiled, too. And Satan’s spawns… the Parisi princesses. Two of them, to be precise. Arianna and Kadra. Those are the worst.

Rude-as-fuck, and their ugly-ass attitude just throw me off.

Sure, they’re beautiful, but their mouths are annoying as fuck. Both girls have chips on their shoulders, and who would blame them really with that useless cunt they have for a father.

Every last one of them are worthless.

They think of themselves as Gods among mortals.

Untouchable, so the fact that I, the future leader of the O’Sullivan, managed to infiltrate their families gives me great satisfaction.

I’m among them, and soon I’ll–

Suddenly, I’m thrown back when someone smacks me hard on the back of the head.

Motherfucker.

I fight off the urge to pull out my knife and slit the fucker’s goddamn throat.

“Are you following orders, dog?” I crack my knuckles as I watch Lorenzo Nicolasi pass me by with an evil glint in his eyes and a mocking smile. That fucking idiot is first on my shit list. His brother is weird as fuck and quiet too, but at least he has the good sense to stay out of my way. Can’t say the same about his moronic brother, Lorenzo.

The punk thinks he’s tough shit.

God’s gift to man.

He’s more like the plague.

Contrary to his belief, he is not a God, nor is he a king.

One day soon, I will be more than fucking happy to show him how very wrong he is.

I say nothing and stare. The annoying kid laughs, flips me off, and makes his way inside the Nicolasi mansion.

I stay rooted in place as the guests begin to arrive.

Fuck, this night.

Standing here all night as children party and fuck around.

How fucking lovely.

I could be balls deep inside Cienna, fucking her into the early hours of the morning, but no… I’m stuck doing this shit.

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