Page 158 of Mila: The Godfather

This was the last straw.

I don’t take kindly to betrayal, and it’s obvious now that there’s a traitor in my clan and in this home.

It’s time to flush him or her out.

Message from C

M,

There has never been anyone else.

Always you. - C

My Wife

RIAGAN

“You fucked with the wrong one.” — R

I gotta respect the fucker. I really do.

Even with chains around his neck holding him up and knowing the outcome, he doesn’t scream or beg.

He makes excuses, though.

I hate those just as much as the begging.

It’s useless.

The fact that he thought I wouldn’t have the mansion wired in places not even my most loyal men know is beyond me. I trust my men to an extent—Kelly, Byrne, Bain, and the genius twins, but I know it takes very little to turn a loyal man into a traitorous dog. That’s what happened to Mitch Flynn.

The dumb fuck thought he could hurt Mila, and I wouldn’t find out. What he was thinking, I do not know, but that’s why we’re here.

To find out.

I killed his father for not only questioning my leadership and commitment to the clan but also for speaking ill of my Mum.

Now his son has hurt my girl.

There’s no going back from that.

But there has to be more. There has to be a motive other than just to fuck with her.

He can’t be that fucking dumb to retaliate his father’s murder by hurting my girl in my damn house. He had to know I would find out, and nothing that he said or did could save him. So why?

Stopping in front of Mitch, I remove my knife from my back pocket and flip it open. Grabbing his wrist, I slam his hand down on a table and stab the knife through it, pinning it down. The same hand he used to point at her while he called her ugly names.

Retard.

That’s what he said.

I watched the surveillance video from the moment Kelly stepped out with the dong for a moment, leaving her alone –-thinking she was safe in her own home— to that fucker Mitch throwing the tray of food next to her, while she was quietly painting. I replay the moment she jumped when the food was spilled next to her and I witnessed her eyes start to water before she hung her head.

He not only scared and intimidated her, but he also had the balls to throw shit at her while calling her names.

Death is a merciful penance. A route I won’t take.

I shove the knife deeper into his hand, smiling as he screams, trying to jerk it away, but the knife is in the wood. The fucker is only making the pain worse. “I won’t ask why, because I don’t really care.” I grab the fucker’s face forcing him to look me in the eye. “Apologize,” Releasing his face, I then order while pointing at Kelly, who stands behind me, holding his phone as he records the scene.

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