Mila: The Godfather (Unholy Trinity #7)

by Adriana Brinne

“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.”

In my world, the three-leaf clover represents power, money, and chaos. A fourth leaf is where we get the luck from. I don’t tell her any of that. Instead, I listen to her explanation of the plant. While she talks, I look at her. Fucking insanely gorgeous. That would be the only fair way to describe her. And I felt that didn’t do her any justice.

Mila Areya Parisi feels like home. She is home.

I like his words. I like his smile. I like his home.

What does he see when he looks at me? I wonder. Curiosity gets the best of me. As always. “Riagan.” “Yes, butterfly?” “Can I ask you something?” “You can ask me anything.” “Do you like my appearance?” “I do.” My breath hitches. I was expecting laughter, not this response. “I like it a fuck of a lot.”

She loves fucking baking, plants and fairytales, yet she also reads about a CEO fucking his much younger intern on his desk while pinning her down and calling her his little slut. It turns me the fuck on. I am not ashamed to admit it.

“Everything will be alright.” I assure her, still staring at her eyes while her gaze falls to my lips. “You’ll always be safe with me. Always.” Her gaze lifts to mine once again. “Always? That’s a long time. That’s for—” “It’s not long enough, butterfly. No amount of time with you will ever be enough.” I cut her off, smiling wide when her nostrils flare and she licks her lips.

“The men won’t address you by anything other than Mrs. O’Sullivan because that’s who you are to them now. This city’s godfather’s wife.” Bain says as he closes the sliding door behind him. “Also, the boss ordered them to treat you with respect or he’ll drown them in the back pool.” He adds.

She’s shown me parts of her that no one else has seen. Her past. Her fears. Her insecurities. So sweet. So open. So trusting. My girl.

My endgame. Her. My queen. Shit, I’m obsessed.

I love her exactly for who she is.

He stole my heart and kept it to himself.

Dear wife, You are all of my good days. Yours always, - Riagan

Delirious with pleasure, I ask. “O-okay. Will you show me the inside of the bakery?” “Yes, after.” “After what?” “After I fuck you like I don’t love you.” He then throws me over his shoulder, making me screech in surprise. “Forgive me, baby.”