Page 12 of Mila: The Godfather

Fuck logic.

Fuck age.

Goddamn it, fuck everything that isn’t her.

Throwing back what’s left of the whiskey, I serve myself some more. After only two hours of sleep, this won’t be my last dose of alcohol for the night.

A buzzing sound comes from my desk’s drawer. Taking my phone out, I unlock the screen and notice an app notification. The app I forced myself to download because she asked me to. Well, the man who she once exchanged so many letters with.

I scroll through her page more than twice a day like a fucking creep.

Today she posted a photo of a jean jacket. Hers?

It’s no ordinary jacket, either. No.

Nothing about her is ordinary.

It’s a piece of clothing that she customized.

She painted a wave with the sun peeking from behind and tiny little seashells around it. I smile, ignoring the pain from my split lip, when I notice the peace signs all over the design

Fuck…this girl.

What is it about you?

I tap on the photo, and a heart pops up, letting her know my profile likes it.

“Yo, Cap,” Kelly shouts, stepping into the doorway of the office. Putting the phone back down on the desk, I glance up.

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I say. “Yeah?”

He steps inside and shuts the door. “There’s something you should know.”

A deep sigh escapes me. “What is it?” There’s never a peaceful night. Not for men like us.

“There’s word running around that the hit on President Kenton is linked to the Parisi family. The shooter was aiming for the girl.”

Parisi.

My body instantly becomes hyper-aware. Putting the glass down, I stare at my clan chief. “Did Kenton take care of it?”

“They’re keeping it on the low, but yes. The shooter was handled. There’s just not a face to the fucker calling the shots.”

I don’t believe in coincidences.

My brother’s sister, Cara, was threatened and almost killed by a lunatic claiming to be the Nicolasi rightful heir not long ago, and now this?

The capo of Detroit failed when he let the threat escape with his life.

The fucker is not done.

I won’t be making Nicolasi’s same mistake. If I find the fucker, he won’t escape death. “Anything else?”

“Nah, Cap. Just thought you should know.” Kelly shrugs before continuing. “I’m heading out.”

“Go ahead,” I tell him. “If you hear anything else, let me know,” I add as he turned away. “Cianne?” Rarely do I call him by his birth-given name.

My second in command looks back.“Yeah?”

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