Page 4 of Mila: The Godfather

She has caught my attention, and that’s a very dangerous thing.

It’s fucking with my head how a small part of me, and I mean a really fucking small part, felt something towards the kid just by having been in her presence for a few minutes. Something that feels a whole lot like protectiveness.

So many questions run through my head.

Why haven’t I ever seen her with her sisters before or with her parents whenever they visit the Nicolasi family? Why is the kid hidden away like a dirty secret?

She’s young. That was clear.

Her mind and soul might be a thousand years old by the way she speaks and carries herself, but she’s still a kid, and because of that, I shove the memory of her to the back of my mind. Locked. Forgotten by the following morning.

Or so I thought.

Life is never that simple.

At least not mine.

* * *

Present

Ring, ring, ring.

The sound of my phone blowing up pulls me away from the memory of her and brings me back to the present.

Fuck.

What is it now?

I answer the call after checking the area code.

“I need something from you, soyuznik.”

The Russians.

Nothing good happens when the Soloniks call.

“What is it now?” I listen to what the bastard has to say out of courtesy to the bonds between us, but I’m tempted to tell him to fuck off. But then he mentions her name, and that’s when everything changes. “Will you be able to do it, or should I contact someone else?”

“I’ll do it.” I bark.

“You seem very eager to take this one when you’ve been rejecting my offers left and right. What is it about this one job that made you accept it?” The dark and sinister voice would scare any man. It’s like the asshole can see through your soul without being in your presence. I’m afraid of no man, and this twisted son of a bitch knows it, yet he tries to push my buttons every time he calls.

This time is different, though.

This is no ordinary job.

“I’ll be in contact,” I say nothing else and hang up the phone.

Fuck, kid. What have you gotten yourself into?

Knowing things are about to change, I make a choice, knowing there’s no going back from it.

Because she put herself on the line of fire. She put herself on the path of every motherfucker who wishes to see Detroit fall and erase the Parisi name from existence.

Yeah, there is no going back because she’s mine.

Since the moment I first laid eyes on her, she stole a part of me for herself, and now that she’s all grown up, there’s no need for me to keep her safe from the shadows.

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