Page 9 of Mila: The Godfather

This is not the first time one of our own has been taken out, and it certainly won’t be the last. Looking at the blood on the floor, I smile and then look out the window where a blue butterfly is hitting the glass.

“Clean this shit up,” I order no one in particular.

I hate being questioned by my men, and the second they start questioning your judgment is when you need to take them out before they turn on you. And it’s inevitable that they turn on you. Hungry dogs always want more.

Plus, the fucker sealed his fate when he tried to mention Mum.

I knew then he wouldn’t leave this room with his life, but I wanted to play with him a little longer..

Turning away from the men, I head towards the door. I have shit to do. As long as I have two-faced vipers in my den, she’ll never be safe.

Philadelphia is the start, and Detroit is the endgame.

Reaching Da, I stop. Cathan O’Sullivan doesn’t look a day over forty-five. The fucker could almost pass as my older brother. We look almost identical, aside from my eyes. That I got from Mum.

The same eyes as my younger brother, Lucan.

Thoughts of my mother cause a ripple of pain and anger to spread through my chest. Every time. Every fucking time.

“Good job, stoírín.” Da smiles while tapping my cheek lightly. Lovingly. Shit.

Not even tragedy has hardened my old man, not completely at least.

“Not going to ask me why I blew your friend’s brains?”

He grins. “Scotty’s always did talk too much shite.”

And that’s it.

Da never questions me.

He never judges me, either.

My father is the type that stands beside me whether I’m wrong or right.

“That he did, Da. That he did.” I clap his back and head out the door, tucking my gun back inside my holster.

I got shit to do.

Message from M

Dear new friend,

Thank you for taking the time to exchange messages with me. You should know that I’m not very good at making friends, but if you give me the chance, I think I can be a pretty good one.

- M

Good Girls

RIAGAN

“I’m not playing. I don’t have time for games.” – R

Slap.

A hit to the face.

Crack.

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