Mila: The Godfather (Unholy Trinity Book 7)

MILA

“I’ll go wherever you go.” — M

“You’re all bloody.” I point out the obvious.

“Killing a man in cold blood will do that to you.” He laughs.

“It’s not just his blood.” I frown. There’s so much blood on him. His and Lock’s.

Riagan leans back on his office’s leather chair here at Mayhem, positioning me between his parted thighs.

“Are you alright?” I ask, watching as he winces while he shifts in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. “And don’t sugarcoat it or make jokes, please.” I demand, giving him a firm look that he must find endearing because he smiles.  “I’d say two bruised ribs and a split lip is the worst of it.”

“Nu-uh.” I poke his eyebrow gently, and he does his best to suppress a groan which makes me smile. “This doesn’t look good.” I reach for the first-aid kit he had lying around his office and open it. After we left the fight he took me to his office, and I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t bear looking at him this way. He was hurting, yet he shook it off as if it was nothing, and I guess for a man like him, it is nothing. Still as soon as he unlocked the door to his office and let us both inside, I rushed into the bathroom and frantically dug through his cabinets for first aid supplies. I came out of the bathroom with a plastic container full of gauze, butterfly bandages, elastic bandages, salves, splints, braces, glue, and even a sewing set for stitches. I was pretty sure I would be having a mild heart attack if he didn’t have all the things I needed to patch him up. Grabbing the bottle of alcohol and a cotton ball, I start to work on cleaning his wounds. All the while, he remains quiet, just holding onto my waist.

I’ll never get tired of this exhilarating feeling I get when he looks at me with longing and more. A strange warmth spreads across my chest. After I’m done cleaning his wounds, I add the butterfly stitches. The part I hate. Something Riagan notices because he speaks next, breaking the silence. “Baby, did you know that I haven’t had a single bad day since you came into my life?” he whispers as if he’s sharing a secret, making me smile.

I think about that for a second, stopping what I was doing.

Bad days.

I used to have a lot of those, even when I had my sisters. Even when I tried to pretend all was okay. It wasn’t.

Our life wasn’t normal, and our days weren’t all happy.

But since I’ve crossed paths with Riagan, I hadn’t had a single bad day, and even if I did have a bad moment, he would make it better just by being him.

By protecting and caring for me even when I didn’t know that was what he was doing then.

He made sure I was taken care of and surrounded by people who were kind. He made my life better and happier.

I was trapped in a city that held a lot of bad memories, but at least I had good people to make good memories with. He gave me that. My sisters did, too. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“When I think of my good days, the best days now, all I see is your face.” I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “You changed me, Riagan. Fully and wholeheartedly.” I confess.

“Ditto, butterfly.” He breathes while touching the exposed skin on my belly, making my heart race and my breath hitch. A moment of silence passes between us, and I can’t help but notice how the air around us feels sweet.

So sweet.

Raising my head, I stare directly at him for a long moment. “And did you know that I have discovered new things about myself since you barged into my world? Things I didn’t know were possible?”

“Like what?” I feel his hands tighten on my waist and his minty breath close to my face.

Clearing my throat, I say. “Before you, I knew joy but not in the capacity that I do know. It was fleeting but not anymore.” I open my heart to him at this moment, and I don’t feel scared. I feel safe. “I feel so much joy when I hear your laugh or witness your smile. Before you, it made me happy to see other people smile, yes but now I look forward to your smiles. When you don’t smile I worry that you’re having a bad day. It makes me sad. The thought of you hurting in some way lingers in my mind the whole day, and my heart won’t settle until I know for sure that you’re okay. Until you smile.” I whisper, now looking away from him, a bit embarrassed but not enough to shut my mouth. I focus on cleaning his bloody knuckles and carry on. “I also feel free to express my thoughts, and I no longer second guess every single thing in my head before I say it. Not with you. Even with my sisters, I was always cautious of the things I said, not wanting to trouble them in any way, but with you, it’s different. Everything is different. The good kind. Change always scared me, and surprises made me anxious because they were almost never good. Until you.” I take a deep breath, but don’t give him time to answer before I’m rambling again. “I don’t like when you’re away, and when you’re near, I feel peace. I never had that before. Not entirely. I was happy at times, yes, but it never lasted long. The dread of what comes next in a home like I had never allowed me to. Here, in your world, I feel peace. Here with you, I feel strong and vulnerable. Brave and afraid. I feel so many things all at once. It’s a whole new world to me, and I wouldn’t change it for a thing. You gave me all of that. You, Riagan.”

There, I said it.

There’s no taking it back.

When the silence that follows becomes too much, I start to feel a bit anxious until he raises his hands to my cheeks and brings my mouth slowly to his. The kiss is slow but intense. When he pulls back, ending the kiss, he whispers close to my mouth. “Thank you.”

Licking my lips, I taste him. Mint. Just mint because he no longer smokes. I know it’s bad for him and the people around him, but I kind of miss the taste of tobacco when he kissed me. “Thank you for what?” I don’t look away from his lips. I watch them pull up in a smile.

“For making me smile. For shining your light all over my dark.” He says, rendering me speechless. “Because, baby, you’re the only one that can.”

The only one.

Me.

I do that to him.

“Good.” I smile at him, which makes him laugh before he kisses my forehead tenderly.

“Yeah, butterfly. Good.”

After that, we both remain silent. I pick up the needle and start stitching him up, and not once does he complain. He just stares at me while I work on his wound.

When I’m done fixing up his split eyebrow, he speaks up. “How you know how to do this?”

For a second, I consider not telling him. It’s not pretty, and I don’t want to ruin the moment with sad memories, but I want complete transparency with him. Always.

I quickly clean up the mess I made on his desk and stash all the supplies inside the emergency kit. “I had to do it a lot when I was younger. Cleaning wounds and stitching them, I mean. Sometimes on my sisters and others on myself.” I shrug. “After so many times, I guess I got really good at it.”

He growls.

He honest-to-God growls, sounding like a feral animal.

Angry.

He’s angry on my behalf.

“It was a long time ago.” I try to appease him. “It doesn’t hurt me anymore. Not like it used to anyway.” I smiled at him.

“I’m in awe of you.” He touches my cheek gently with his bandaged knuckles. Warmth spreads through me at his touch.

“How so?”

“There’s not a moment when you don’t smile and make others smile.” He says roughly. “And fuck me, but you’re brilliant. You’re the smartest person I know, and I know two geniuses. So clever even when you didn’t have the same opportunities as your sisters. Fuck, you know more than people I know have spent years pursing an education. You’re so talented and so kind. I’m still having trouble believing you’re real. I think I’ll never truly believe it. But most importantly, that piece of shit sperm donor of yours and all his puppets didn’t break you. He didn’t succeed.”

His words pierce my heart.

He didn’t succeed.

I guess he didn’t because I’m here.

I’m breathing and living, and most importantly, I’m free from him and his cruelty.

And so are my sisters.

He didn’t win.

Pride and joy takes over me as Riagan’s words replay in my head like my favorite song on a loop.

I don’t realize I’ve spaced out until I feel Riagan’s hand on my hair, playing with a curl.

“I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Then we can head home.” He drops a quick kiss on my temple before rising from his chair.

“Ah… you’re hurt. Are you sure you can stand up on your own, Riagan? You could fall in the shower.” I question, watching him cringe when he stands to his full height.

“Then I guess you are going to have to come in with me, aren’t you?” he asks cockily, a little devilish smile taking over his bruised face.

 “You want me to take a shower with you?”

“I do,” he says and I watch him kick off his sneakers and reach down to push his shorts off his hips. “I’m hurt, baby.” He pouts, and it takes a lot for me to not laugh. Oh, he’s clever. A vixen, too.

“You are hurt.” My lips curve in a smile at his playful teasing.

He then proceeds to take off my shirt, dropping it to the floor before he moves to take off my jeans. “You said it. I can barely stand. I could fall in the shower. You wouldn’t want that, would you, butterfly? Besides, I need help reaching the cuts on my back.” He says while turning slightly to show me his banged-up back, where he has scratches from slamming back against the jagged floor during the fight.

I have to admit that as soon as he turned, my eyes traveled down to his naked ass, not the bruises on his back.

“O-oh okay then,” I give in and drag my eyes back up. “But make it quick. Gym showers give me the creeps.” The things I’m willing to do for this man surprise me every day.

Gym germs. Yuck.

“The last thing you will be thinking about are germs, baby. Trust that.” Then he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. We’re both naked as the day we were born as we move toward the shower. Riagan releases my hand to reach in to turn on the water. I don’t miss how he’s hard as a rock already. It feels good, really good knowing I have the power to do that to his body. He wants me just as I want him, and it’s evident when his penis twitches just by me looking at it.

I smile at that.

He growls. “Fuck, baby, come on,” he says, moving inside, watching as I moved across the floor, naked, and completely devoid of any self-consciousness. Once inside the shower, he closes the sliding door and traps us inside. As soon as the warm water hits my back, I feel goosebumps spread over my skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. All wet and all mine.” He whispers in my ear before nipping it. His front to my back while his cock presses into my backside. “I like your skin on mine,” I whisper honestly as he washes my ass globes with soap. “I enjoy the feeling of the hard ridges of your body against me.”

“And I love being inside of you. It’s my favorite place to be, baby.” He whispers while washing me. “I swear to fuck all I do lately is think about all the filthy things I want to do to this hot little body. You make me hard, Mila just by fucking breathing. It’s fucked up.”

“W-what do you want to do to my body?” I ask breathlessly.

My head falls back against his shoulder as he reaches between my legs. I gasp. My eyes closing at the pleasure of being touched there.

“I want to fuck all your holes and fill them up with my cum.”

My breath hitches, and my breasts become tight while I feel the space between my legs getting wetter as he plays with my clitoris. “What e-else?”

“I want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you so hard that my men will be able to hear it. They’ll be able to hear the loud cries of my woman—the most beautiful woman taking every inch of my cock. They’ll wish they were me, but no one gets to have this cunt, right baby?

“This tight, hot and pretty little cunt is mine?”

“Yes.” I breathe out, out of my mind with pleasure. The filthy things he’s saying… the dirty things he’s doing to my body. It feels…right.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.” Warmth takes over me at his praise. I never would’ve imagined that I would participate in the kind of activities I read in my books, but here we are, and I certainly never imagined that I would love to be called a good girl by a man fingering me like Riagan is doing now. Like he owns that part. Every part of me. Which he does and he knows it.

 “Ahhh.” His teeth come in, sinking into my neck. I cry out, unable to control the roll of my hips because I need him inside me. My legs nearly give out under me. The heat of his mouth pours over my skin like hot syrup, and the pain is just enough to bring every other inch of my skin to full awareness. Everywhere he touches is sensitive, feeling like a flaming torch over my body. I couldn’t think. I didn’t want anything else. I reach back, touching his face. “More.”

“Fuck, yes, baby.” His breath almost sounded like a growl. He knocks my knees wider, grips my hips, and yanks me back to him, the hard flesh of his cock pressing into me. A moan escapes me, and I could already feel how wet I was.

He takes hold of himself, crowns me, and before I can say anything, he slides inside me, burying himself deep and filling me so good my knees quake. “Ah,” I whimper, going rigid for a moment to adjust. The spot he hits deep inside me sends a wave of pleasure to the rest of my body, everything tingling and buzzing, and I hear his labored breaths behind me as he gives into it, too. He doesn’t wait long, though. Squeezing my hips where they meet my thighs, he starts pumping hard and fast, and I fumble my hands on the shower wall to keep my knees from giving out. All I could do was try not to fall as he thrusts into me in short, quick attacks, filling me up with his size and warmth and then pulling back out to do it again. God, he felt so good. My body jerks, and he pants and grunts as he fucks me harder and harder. The deeper he hits, the stronger my orgasm builds, and after less than a minute, my stomach starts to shake, fireworks started to spark deep inside me, and I hold my breath, letting the orgasm explode all over my body. I feel the skin of my nipples tighten and harden, and I cry out, “Riagan.”

“I’m going to touch your head, baby.” Lost in a daze, I barely process his words as I feel him grip my hair gently and pull my head back up, forcing my back to arch more and my ass to stick out farther for him. He drives in violently, pumping me hard and fast until he, too, starts to grunt, growing more strained as he begins to come. He jerks into me several more times and then gives one final thrust, and I feel him pull out of my body. I feel him spill all over my backside, breathing loud and so spent I was sure he might fall on me. But he doesn’t. He stays there, buried inside me for another minute. “I want that.” I blurt out. ’All of it.”

“What do you want, baby?” He is out of breath, and for a second, I worry what we just did was too much on him. He is hurt, after all.

“When you recover, I want you to do everything you’ve fantasized about.” I turn around and find him looking down at me with a smirk on his face as water cascades between us. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me while picking up the soap and cleaning my back, where he ejaculated.

So filthy…

I like it.

Everything he does, I enjoy and want more of.

“Did I say something wrong?” I ask when he puts the soap down and reaches behind me to shut off the water.

“Next time, baby. I’ll show you all the shit I dream of doing to you,” he promises, going out to grab us towels. “Right now, I really want to get us both home and into bed. As much as I love fucking you, butterfly. I can’t get enough of you sleeping on my chest.” With that, he disappears into the other room, and comes back wearing gray sweatpants and with one of his shirts in hand. He quickly helps me put it on.

“I like you in my clothes. From now on, wear only that.”

“I can’t wear men’s clothes.” Well, I can. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I like my clothes. The dresses, mostly. I also like how I look in his shirts, how they swallow me up and make me feel as if he were hugging me. His smell and the feel of fabric. “Maybe to sleep.”

“Deal.” He helps dry off my hair and then I check to make sure we didn’t mess up his butterfly stitches when we were in the shower. Once we’re both dressed and dry. I hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

I feel his strong arms wrap around me. “Not that I don’t fucking love your hugs, butterfly, but what’s this for?”

Still holding onto him, I look up and focus on his lips. I love his lips, and the things he can do with them. “For what you did in that cage.” I take a deep breath before continuing. “I blocked out most of the memories that caused me pain when I was younger, not wanting all that ugly to bleed into my present and future, but I didn’t realize how demons never really leave you alone unless you get rid of them, and you did that for me, Riagan.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Mila.” He pulls me closer to his body. “Nothing. I can’t breathe right knowing every piece of shit who ever said an unkind word or hurt you in any way is still breathing in your world. I can’t. I’m not done, and I will be doing it again and again until there’s no trace of all the ugly you had to witness, baby. Nothing.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I am so grateful for you.” I admit, feeling shy suddenly.

“Nah.” He drops a kiss on top of my head and holds me there. “I’m the lucky one. How I got someone as pure and as extraordinary as you, baby, I don’t know, but I’m not questioning it. I’m one lucky bastard.”

I’m the lucky one, but I don’t say it. He wouldn’t accept it anyway.

The only extraordinary human is him, and it hurts me sometimes that he doesn’t see himself the way I do.

My hero.

My beautiful villain with the heart of a hero.

My perfect husband.

“Let’s go home.” He says, pulling back from me.

Home.

I find myself grinning like a damn idiot. “Home. I like that.” I admit.

“Me too, baby. Me too.” I smiled at that as Riagan walked us out of his office, heading for the building’s exit. He quickly gets us in his car and drives us home. And when we get there, I find myself lying in his arms, listening to the beat of his heart. My favorite sound, along with his laugh. Tonight, I came to terms with the truth that there was no one else but him. Even as I cuddled beside me, careful not to touch anywhere that might hurt, which meant my hand was barely resting on his shoulder, I realized that was what he did for me. He muted the world. He muted the bad memories. When he was around, that was all there was. Everything else was quiet.

It was the most peace and freedom I had ever known in my entire life. He gave that to me.

As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what I did to deserve someone like him. A criminal, yes, but with a heart of gold.

My heart.