Page 101 of Mila: The Godfather

“Cap.”

“Take a picture of us.” I turn my face and smile from ear to ear. All the while, Elijah screams obscenities. Oh no, he’s showing his colors. Now he knows mercy won’t come. Pain, and ultimately, death, will.

“This is glorious, Cap. Say cheese.” Kelly points his phone toward us, looking giddy as he always does when he gets to let his psychotic tendencies loose.

“You’re sick. Fuck. Stop, you piece of shit.” Elijah shouts over the pain when I put pressure on his jaw and break it. There. He’ll be quiet now.

“Hurry the fuck up.” I finish crushing Elijah’s jaw in my hands, enjoying the satisfying snap.

Then I take my cig out of my mouth and shove it in his eye.

Once I’m done with him, he’ll be wishing for a quick death.

Stepping back from Elijah, I walk toward the sink near the door to clean his filthy blood off my hands. Feeling Kelly join my side, I look over from the corner of my eye as he scrolls through his photo gallery.

“You never answered me, Cap.” Kelly speaks once I shut off the sink.

Wiping my hands with a rag, I turn his way, ignoring our prey’s whimpers of pain. “Why do you care?”

Kelly leans against the sink with his arms crossed. “Just want to know what I’m fighting for.”

“You fight for me and this family, Kelly.”

“For the girl, too?”

Turning my face, I stare him dead in the eye. “She’s mine.”

There’s nothing else to be said.

The O’Sullivan gang values family over all else.

That’s what differentiates us from the Italians.

They feed their people to the vultures.

We die protecting ours.

And after I am done, there will be no doubt that the blonde angel with a smile that brought my heart back to life… is mine.

Maybe that’s why I feel the compulsion to rid this world of all this ugly.

It should be a fucking crime to have someone as good as her be touched by all these filths.

Yeah, that’s why I do it.

And I’ll keep doing it until the day I die.

I’m too far gone.

I don’t tell him, though. That since meeting the girl, my life doesn’t seem so fucking bland.

There’s color.

Everywhere.

Just by thinking about her.

She did that with just one soft-spoken word and a sweet smile.

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