Mila: The Godfather (Unholy Trinity #7)

by Adriana Brinne

“How sick?” My voice comes out hoarse. Looking into identical eyes to my own, I try again when he doesn’t answer. “How fucking sick, Da?” My father’s mouth turns into a grim line. “Really fucking sick, kid. I’ll fight it. I won’t ever stop fighting for forever with you, little king, but just in case something was—”

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.

Didnt he just say that his eyes are identicalto his dad

“I’ve seen you smile more in this fifteen-minute ride than I’ve had in the last five years,” Gus whispers, drawing my attention away from my hands to his tattooed ones that rest on the car’s wheel. “Whatever punishment comes my way, it’ll be worth it.” His tone changed. It’s gentle, and all humor is gone. Tenderness.

Mila Areya Parisi. The hidden jewel. The youngest Parisi. A girl with a hit on her head of ten million to the first hitman that pulls the trigger.

But like why

“I will tell you everything.” He says fiercely. “But you need to come with me.” “You could be the bad guy,” I whisper. A moment of silence passes between us before he speaks again. “I would rather cut my own heart out with pliers, sweetheart, than cause you any harm.”

Over seven years ago, on one Halloween night, I came across a giant man with a butterfly tattoo on his throat. The dark night didn’t allow me to see much of him, but I do remember the tattoos on his neck and his voice.

One smile from her and I was gone.

I was the type to fuck ’em’-and- leave-’em’ but one thing I do know is that a man in love would go to war for his woman without question Without fear.

Allegra’s first words were not Dada or Mama. No. Her first word was bitch. All thanks to her mother’s colorful mouth.

My future wife just friend-zone the fuck out of me. Who would have thought that I would have to compete for her affection with my damn self? I sure the fuck didn’t.

He pulls me gently until I’m straddling the bike. I hold my breath as he stands behind me with both tattooed arms around me. Then he places my hands on top of the handlebars. “You shine, Mila. So. Fucking. Bright.” he whispers, and I can feel the little hairs on the back of my neck rise. So do you, Riagan. Like all the stars in the sky at once.

Okay riagan is the mafia book boyfriend to end all mafia book boyfriends

He taps my hat once, and my heart beats faster at the same time as my grin takes over my entire face. I think I’ve never, in my nineteen years on this earth, smiled as big as I do here.

Wait. Earlier it said she was 14 afthat halloween party an that its been 7 years since then so shed be 21. The dicrepancies like that are ruinin this

“You are telling me that my favorite animals are the sea’s sex freaks?”

Riagan seems contempt just watching me.

*content

“You have me. I got you. They should fear what I’m willing to do for you.” He says in a freighting tone. So quiet. So powerful.

*frightening

Not when the woman who’s taken hold of my every thought had a million-dollar hit on her head.

I thoight it was ten million. Also previously highlighten

“I want you to like me.” I notice his expression doesn’t change. Looking down at his bearded cheek, I reply. “I already like you.” “I want you to desire me as a man, not a friend, Mila.” His voice catches me off guard. He sounds different than before. Almost mad? No, not mad. Passionate.

It’s freighting.

Bro. FRIGHTENING

You most love him to go out of your way to complete his bucket list.

*must

Most people are terrified of what lurks in the dark, but I am not one of them. Evil has no preference. Evil hides in daylight as well.

There’s no dyeing it any longer.

*denying??

What girl my age has her first kiss at twenty years old?

Oh my fucking god is she 19, 20, or 21.

“Riagan, do you know the most beautiful places on earth?” His hold on me doesn’t loosen, and the rain keeps falling around us like a gentle caress. “Ha Long Bay, the colosseum, the Amazon rain—” I don’t get to finish sharing all the places because he stops me, “Nah, baby. You are.” He whispers close to my lips. “The most beautiful place is right here with you.”

One with a magazine grip designed to quietly kill wounded animals.

This literally makes no sense. Magazines have nothing to do with sound and youre certainky no supposed to grip them while firing

A man a decade older than her with more kills than tattoos on his body.

If this mf is 31, then shes 21

red-colored locks

Smiling shily,

*shyly

“I won’t tell him, so get rid of that frown, will you?” Her voice is gentle, and so is her smile. “Now, come on. He’s waiting for you. Has been for a really long time.”

and Maeve strides in dressed in all black with her pink hair,

Didnt she just have red hair

I look into his eyes, identical to mine.

Oh my fucking god so are his eyes identical to his dads or to hikm moms

She is wearing the dress I picked for her. An elegant yet casual, long satin dress.

Wait. I thought it was mid length

To have and to hold. In sickness and in health, as long as you’ll both be alive?”

Rewrite this immediately tf

I hum contempt when I wrap it around my body.

*content

Huggins him once again,

*hugging

“You, Mila Areya Parisi,

youd think hed jump at the opportunity to call her osullivan

And he didn’t even know that just by being around, he was slaying all the many demons that my father instilled in me and keeping all the nightmares away. He’s my dream catcher.

“Fuck me,” I blur out.

*blurt

And then something beautiful happens. As I ride the wave of ecstasy, I feel my belly tighten, and it’s like I’m flying. It only took one and a half strokes, and something beautiful happened. Just like when he had his mouth on me before, my belly tightens, and my breathing stops.

I feel like the author was deciding whether or not to change the phrasing and didnt remebr

“Children are forever. They bind us for life.” Then, with more seriousness than I’d been expecting for a conversation I’d just been teasing him about, he says, “I thought you would have realized by now, Mila. You gave yourself to me, and I don’t plan on ever letting you go. Children or not. This is it, baby. Till death do us part, and even then, I’ll follow you there, too.”

Their all blurred faces.

*They're

His and Lock’s.

Previously spelld *locke

“When I think of my good days, the best days now, all I see is your face.”

“Before you, I knew joy but not in the capacity that I do know.

*now

I watched the surveillance video from the moment Kelly stepped out with the dong for a moment,

*dog

You’re my wife, and as such, they need to treat you, but you also carry a soft heart, butterfly.

They need to treat you......how

Message from M M, You own every piece of me. The good and the ugly. - Riagan Cage O’Sullivan

Shouldnt this be message from r

“Riagan…” The voice of an angel whispers soothingly, pulling me out of the shadows. It’s dark here. Cold, too. “Riagan, please open your eyes.” The angel with the sweet voice pleads.

So. She passedout and now shes just awake

The Parisi boss is dressed to the nines in a heavy leather coat and nine-inch red heels.

Okay the heels are excessive