Page 80 of Mila: The Godfather

I’ll deal with this shit later, but first…

Rising from the sand, I move towards the water. “I’ll explain later, butterfly. I’ll be right back…”

Fuck.

Kelly keeps grinning until a full-blown smile breaks on his face as I dive into the water, heading his way. The fucker is taunting me because he saw what belongs to me.

Now, I have no choice but to kill my best soldier.

Message from M

C,

I wish I could meet you in person.

I wish I wasn’t bound to this house. I wish I could go out and experience like most teenagers my age do. But most of all, I wish I was brave enough to say this out loud.

I’m not. - M

A Mother’s Sacrifice

RIAGAN

“Don’t ever question my love. When in doubt, just look at my scars.” – N

“You’re so pretty, Mum,” Riagan lies in bed ready for sleep, when he lovingly touches my cheeks, noticing that a tear has slipped from my eyes. “Don’t cry…” My boy whispers with a frown on his cherubic face. “I don’t like it when you cry.”

I smile through my tears, trying to reassure my son that all is well. But all is not well. It hasn’t been for a while now. Despite that, nothing will make me stop smiling through my pain. Nothing. I would do absolutely anything for my son. Even withstand a pain so great it’s tearing me apart.

Because my little boy is the greatest gift Natalia has ever received.

Her Riagan.

Her little king.

“I need you to know something, my little love.” I lean over in his tiny bed and brush his light brown hair back gently, revealing blue eyes that look identical to mine.

I put my big girl pants on and offer my child what I never had.

A mother’s loving and gentle touch.

My boy will need it now more than ever.

Riagan is young.

Only five years old, and although he is quite young, he is very perceptive for a child of that age.

He is clever.

An extrovert.

He knows what he wants and goes after it.

He was born to lead, that I believe with my whole heart.

After a long interval of silence, my boy speaks up. “I don’t like your tears, Mum.”

“I am crying happy tears.” I quickly reply with a little white lie. I know the truth. The ugly truth.

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