Page 103 of Mila: The Godfather

“And you?” The question is barely a whisper.

My eyes soften, and so does my tone when I watch her gently touch my beard. “I’ll be alright as long as you stay behind me, okay?”

Her eyes come up to meet mine for a second before they look back down. “Okay.”

With that, I position her hands on her ears and move her behind me, leading the way and using my body as a shield. I need to get my gun. Shit.

Bang.

Bang.

Gunshots ring through the air not far from where we were. I die a little when I feel Mila trembling behind me. Loud noises affect her so much that she retreats into her head as a safety mechanism. I could have left her hidden in her room, but what guarantee did I have that she wouldn’t be found? The only safe place for her is behind me. With me, because I would sooner take a dozen bullets to the chest than allow anything to happen to her.

“Cap!” Kelly comes running up the stairs, covered in blood with two guns strapped to his naked chest, a bloody knife on one hand and a semi-automatic in the other. I let out a sigh of relief when I see that he is alive.

“How many?” I ask and take the semi-automatic from him.

“Counted ten and took out five of those bitches.” The son of a bitch smiles wide with blood-stained teeth.

Looking at my man, I hold the gun tighter in my grip ready to tear the world down, if need be, to get her out of this island with her life. “Don’t kill them all. We need to find out how the fuck our location was compromised.”

Kelly nods once, then gives me his back, where a tattoo of the grim reaper towering over the dead corpse of a woman is on full display.

It all happens quickly.

The intruders came here with one purpose and one purpose only. To take us out.

When the first motherfucker appears before me with his gun raised and pointing my way, I shoot him straight in the head before he gets the chance to pull the trigger. Then, two more come in, running, but Kelly gets to them first by slashing the first man’s throat and blowing the second’s brain out and covering not only himself in blood but the white walls too.

I shut my emotions off so I don’t let them cloud my judgment and make me lose focus. Two more mercenaries are left.

When I see one dressed from head to toe in black with a black ski mask covering his face coming up behind Kelly with his gun raised to the back of my clan chief’s head. I yell. “Kelly, duck.” When he does, I shoot at the fucker. The bullet pierces his neck, and he drops.

“Ahhh.” I whip my head when I hear Mila scream in pain. Rage consumes me until all I see is red. Red over the motherfucker who grabbed my girl by the neck and put that terrified look on her pretty face. Tears fall down her rosy cheeks, sealing the fate of the motherfucker that’s hurting her.

“Drop the fucking gun, or I’ll slice her fucking neck.” The fucker screams, scaring her further. I watch as her eyes can’t seem to focus on just one thing, and her lips move as if she’s singing a song under her breath. “You, too.” He says to Kelly.

Putting the gun down slowly, I raise my hands. “We both know you won’t do that. You need her alive to claim the money.” I grin like a fucking lunatic, eager to tear him limb from limb. “If you let her go, I’ll triple the offer.”

Dogs like this one always want more. They’re never satisfied, and that will always be their downfall. Greed. When the mercenary takes a second to think about the offer, that’s when we attack. In tune with each other, Kelly throws his blade at the asshole, hitting him on the shoulder, and at the same time, in one swift movement, I take Mila from him and give her to Kelly before going back to the son of a bitch.

Tackling the fucker to the ground, I rip the mask off and pummel his face until he’s no longer recognizable, and then I continue some more until he’s on the verge of death.

The cunt put his hands on her. Made her fear for her life.

I lose all control and only stop when I feel Kelly’s hands pushing me back from the almost-dead man on the floor. Spitting on the fucker, I get off the floor and turn. “Grab him.” I order Kelly without looking away from Mila. She has her arms crossed as if she’s covering herself from any threat that might come her way, and she’s looking down at the bloody mess on the floor, then her eyes move to me.

I stand there, with my future a few feet away, looking at me like I didn’t just kill and beat a man to a bloody pulp. Like I am not covered in blood from head to toe. I let her see. I let her see all of me.

Because yes, I might be the prince in her story, but I am also the villain. The nightmare who won’t hesitate to annihilate anyone that dares take her from me or hurt her in any fucking way.

“I told you we would be okay, sweetheart.”

“Riagan…” Her sweet mouth forms an ’O’ shape, but her eyes? Those gorgeous expressive blues? They hold no anger, no fear. Nothing like moments before.

All I see is curiosity and a whole lot of sparks.

And that’s how our time in paradise ends.

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