Mila: The Godfather (Unholy Trinity #7)

by Adriana Brinne

The forgotten Parisi, some called her. To me, she is the star that shines even when hidden in the dark.

The small girl is dressed as a blue butterfly, from what I can tell. Silver and blue wings decorate her back, and tiny butterflies form a crown at the top of her head. Butterflies. How lovely. The strange girl almost looks unreal. Like some of those stunning and ethereal creatures you see in movies or read about in fantasy books, but not in real life. Not in my world.

I blow smoke rings her way, hoping she turns away and leaves since I can’t find it in me to do so. I’m acting like an asshole,

She has caught my attention, and that’s a very dangerous thing.

there is no going back because she’s mine. Since the moment I first laid eyes on her, she stole a part of me for herself, and now that she’s all grown up, there’s no need for me to keep her safe from the shadows.

I did meet the woman I was going to marry, although I thought I had a little more time to ease her into the idea of me. Of us.

“Fun fact: Did you know that you could walk from Russia to Alaska?” – M

Growing bored, I cut him off before he can finish. “Knife or bullet?” “Ain’t that nice, Scotty? Cap is letting you choose.” Kelly jokes while looking giddy as fuck. “And people call you heartless.” He tsks while disturbingly batting his eyelashes at me.

Mila Areya Parisi. The kid with one soft-spoken word made the rage inside of me calm.

I have been a disappointment to him way before he was made aware of my developmental disorder. Asperger’s syndrome.

She has asperger's. Lik me..

I don’t understand emotions very well, or at all at times. It’s difficult for me to decipher sarcasm or other forms of joking. I can’t look someone in the eye for too long before I look away at some other part of their body. Attention makes me nervous, and at times, uncomfortable.

Relate too much;

They punish my sisters if I do something wrong in their eyes. For example… breathe.

“I love you, Sirius.” It takes Kadra a few seconds to wrap her arms around me. She’s not big on affection like I am, and neither is Arianna, but for me, they try their best. “And I love you, little star.”

Little star. Both of my sisters call me that, but they’re wrong. They’re the ones who shine. My light in the dark.

As flawed humans, we often tend to feel insecure about the darkness within and our imperfections, but the obsidian empowers the inner strength to explore the nature of destructive behavioral patterns.

I had a hard time when I was younger deciphering others’ emotions and their sincerity toward me. I learned most people mock me because they don’t understand me or don’t care to understand someone that doesn’t think the same way they do, but my sisters’ minds and hearts were always easy to understand because they showed me with actions what they felt for me instead of using words. Most words mean nothing but actions. Acts of kindness and love? They mean everything. At least for someone like me, they do.

I’ve come to learn that, at times, the most beautiful things are hidden in the dark, and true evil sometimes shines in plain sight.

lately…I feel like I’m drowning. This loneliness is suffocating me.

Looking people in the eye has always been difficult for me.

Message from: C Did you know that butterflies can’t see their own wings? They can’t see how beautiful they are.

I don’t mean to be ungrateful because my problems seem so insignificant compared to bigger issues around the world, like poverty, global warming, and everything else that’s slowly killing this planet and its inhabitants. Yet, I can’t help but feel sad, but I push it down like I always do and smile. I smile as I trained myself to do. If I smile, the people I care about won’t worry.

“Let’s try and get this suicide mission done without me getting my balls chopped by the boss. You and I both know she’ll use them as stress balls.” He shivers, but then a smile breaks free when he sees the look on my face.

Omg… hhaaha

logic makes sense to me while emotions do not,

“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. I know that one. He’s being sincere.

I have a hard time figuring out when other people are genuine and have trouble deciphering insults from terms of endearment because nothing is black and white. Nothing is ever simple.

This is my fault. This is my fault. I did this. Stupid, stupid, Mila.

Feeling tears fall to my cheek, I rock myself like I do when the world is dark and sing to myself. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are.” I am so deep inside my head, in my safe place where no one can hurt me,

a strange voice says in an ugly tone. “Found her. Yeah, she’s alive, but there’s something wrong with her.” The stranger pushes his boot on my back, and I whimper, afraid and in pain. “I think the bitch is retarded.” Retarded. Retarded. Retarded.

Retarded...;((

he pulls harder on my hair, and that’s what triggers my demons. I lose myself to the painful memories, and I go under. All I see is black. I escaped to my safe place, back to the pages of my storybooks, away from everything scary. Away from cruel men with black hearts.

Mila Areya Parisi. Even her damn name was fucking beautiful, but it would sound so much fucking better if it was followed by my last name. All in due time.

But is this man the hero or the villain? Perhaps, both?

I also noticed his clothes were crisp. That’s always good. I like neat clothing. Neat clothes mean he’s not messy, and he doesn’t look dirty. I like that.

“Are you kidnapping me?” I blurt out. Nice one, Mila. The maybe villain chuckles.

Huh… how strange. I never felt that before. Sadness? Yes. Happiness? Uh-huh. But this strange feeling in my stomach just by hearing this man laugh? Nope. Again… strange.

Don’t be foolish, Mila… Lucifer was a gorgeous angel once too. Besides, you don’t know this stranger.

for a brief second before my eyes fall to his lips. And what a pretty mouth he has.

My cap hides me when everything feels like it’s too much to handle. When I don’t want to be seen or when I feel a panic attack rising. My cap has always been a source of comfort, and now it’s gone. Lost somewhere. “I need it… I–”

“I have a knife,” I lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. “If you try anything, I’ll stab you in the jugular.” I try to not sound anxious but instead more confident. He laughs as if I am joking, and I watch as he lights up a cigarette. “Noted.”

Love her<3

“I would rather cut my own heart out with pliers, sweetheart, than cause you any harm.”

“Trust your gut, Mila, and when it fails you… fuck it. You only live once.” — R

I never believed myself interesting enough to have a story to tell. That’s why I spent so much time with my nose stuck in a book or with my head in the clouds.

His eyes didn’t make me uncomfortable for the short amount of time I held his gaze.

Moments like this, when I’m anxious and out of my element, my phone and reading tablet are my saving grace.

When the view of clouds, and more clouds, and oh, look, more clouds, gets boring,

Why must humans be so confusing? That is why I prefer plants. They’re easy to comprehend. They only need water, light, and a gentle touch. But don’t we all?

“Don’t ever say sorry. Not to me. Not to anyone. Not for speaking or asking questions. You only say sorry when you hurt someone. Someone who does not deserve it, and sweetheart, you haven’t hurt me, so there is no need to say sorry. You want to spit facts all the way to the islands? You fucking do that, I am all ears. You want to stay in silence? We’ll do that. But what you won’t do is say sorry for being you.”

YES!! Love him! Like Mila, I need reassurements!

“I did not know that Mila. Tell me more.” He says in a tone I can’t decipher.

“I saw a shooting star and thought of you.” – R

“I did not know that, Mila. Tell me more.” I hate listening to other people speak. It is mainly due to the fact that most of the time, they have nothing useful or of substance to say. Nothing that interests me in any way, aside from business and money. But this girl could easily talk about literal shit all day, and I would listen patiently and ask for more.

<3

but then I met this girl, and with just one smile, I was forgetting my own damn name.