Page 79 of Mila: The Godfather

Her sweet eyes.

Her pink lips.

Those fucking curls I wish I had wrapped around my fist as I pound into her like an animal staking his claim.

Perfection.

But then I look farther down to her thighs, and I see red. The marks.

Cut marks.

The need to reach forward and trace every single scar with my tongue, hoping to wipe away the ugly memories of them, is there.

It makes me want to kill them all.

Everyone who failed her inside that fucking soulless home.

Even animals treat their offspring better than Mila’s parents did her.

I get wrapped up in my head, thinking of all the ways I could track down Gabriele Parisi and torment him the way he so clearly tormented his child. I know the fucker is not dead.

I know how women like Kadra think.

Death is not a punishment in our world.

No.

Death is mercy, and Gabriele Parisi doesn’t deserve it.

I highly doubt his daughter granted him mercy.

“This is nice.” Mila’s soft-spoken words bring me back from my thoughts and to the now. When I look her way, my jaw almost hits the fucking sand. What the fuck?

“What are you doing?” I hiss, quickly sprinting into action, placing my black tank on her chest covering her. I put the thoughts of her ample, round tits and pretty pink nipples in the back of my mind for now. I’ll revisit that later.

Turning away from a confused Mila, I look toward Kelly, who is standing on deck, wiggling his eyebrows like a soon-to-be dead pervert, letting me know he saw her naked chest.

He saw her perfect tits.

Motherfucker.

“What’s wrong?” Mila says worriedly.

Trying to contain my anger and jealousy, I sigh and give her my attention. “You can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Her brows pull low. “I thought this was how people tan.” She whispers softly.

It is.

I should tell her some people choose to tan naked so they don’t get tan lines, but I don’t. I don’t say that shit because, fuck me, I don’t want her getting naked for anyone but me.

“Mila, if you don’t want to see my men, fuck that, any men or woman dead… don’t let them see you this way.”

She holds my shirt closer to her chest. “My mistake. I was pretty sure that is how people tan while on the beach. I’ve seen movies, and I read some scenes in books.”

Fucking movies.

Fuck the books, too.

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