Mila: The Godfather (Unholy Trinity Book 7)
Mila: The Godfather: Part 2 – Chapter 68

RIAGAN

“You fucked with the wrong one.” — R

I gotta respect the fucker. I really do.

Even with chains around his neck holding him up and knowing the outcome, he doesn’t scream or beg.

He makes excuses, though.

I hate those just as much as the begging.

It’s useless.

The fact that he thought I wouldn’t have the mansion wired in places not even my most loyal men know is beyond me. I trust my men to an extent—Kelly, Byrne, Bain, and the genius twins, but I know it takes very little to turn a loyal man into a traitorous dog. That’s what happened to Mitch Flynn.

The dumb fuck thought he could hurt Mila, and I wouldn’t replace out. What he was thinking, I do not know, but that’s why we’re here.

To replace out.

I killed his father for not only questioning my leadership and commitment to the clan but also for speaking ill of my Mum.

Now his son has hurt my girl.

There’s no going back from that.

But there has to be more. There has to be a motive other than just to fuck with her.

He can’t be that fucking dumb to retaliate his father’s murder by hurting my girl in my damn house. He had to know I would replace out, and nothing that he said or did could save him. So why?

Stopping in front of Mitch, I remove my knife from my back pocket and flip it open. Grabbing his wrist, I slam his hand down on a table and stab the knife through it, pinning it down. The same hand he used to point at her while he called her ugly names.

Retard.

That’s what he said.

I watched the surveillance video from the moment Kelly stepped out with the dong for a moment, leaving her alone –-thinking she was safe in her own home— to that fucker Mitch throwing the tray of food next to her, while she was quietly painting. I replay the moment she jumped when the food was spilled next to her and I witnessed her eyes start to water before she hung her head.

He not only scared and intimidated her, but he also had the balls to throw shit at her while calling her names.

Death is a merciful penance. A route I won’t take.

I shove the knife deeper into his hand, smiling as he screams, trying to jerk it away, but the knife is in the wood. The fucker is only making the pain worse. “I won’t ask why, because I don’t really care.” I grab the fucker’s face forcing him to look me in the eye. “Apologize,” Releasing his face, I then order while pointing at Kelly, who stands behind me, holding his phone as he records the scene.

“Wh-hat?” Mitch’s shrill voice shakes.

I smile enjoying the way the cunt looks terrified, no longer looking as tough as he did when he messed with Mila. That’s the thing about bullies. They tend to prey on people they believe are weak to make themselves feel better about their useless existence, but Mila is not weak, nor is she alone. Not anymore. She has me.

I grip his hair, yanking his head back. “Apologize to my wife. Now.” I once again point at Kelly, who now has a cheerful look on his face but his eyes tell a different story. He is just as pissed as I am and feels a little bit guilty, too. He thinks it’s his fault because he stepped away for a minute, but it’s my fault for thinking she was safe in my own fucking home.

“I’m … I’m sorry,” he growls through gritted teeth. “I didn’t know she was different.” He snarls. Bullshit.

When I remain quiet, just staring at him, not believing a word he says, that’s when he gets angry and shows his true colors.

The same as his bitch of a father.

“My father was right.” He growls while his eyes turn darker. Crazy. “You’re weak, and they all know it.” He looks toward my men, who are standing back, watching the scene quietly. “They’re coming for you, and you have no idea how close they are.” He laughs as blood pours from his mouth to his chin and chest. “No idea you have a Judas amongst you.”

Oh, I know there’s a traitor in the clan, but I don’t know exactly who it is.

I won’t let the cunt know that, though.

And I won’t ask who it is because Mitch won’t say shit. I know snakes like him.

I remove the knife from his hand. He drops to his knees, the chains holding his upper half up. He holds his hand to his chest as it bleeds everywhere. Running the blade across my thigh, I close the knife and slip it back into my pocket. “Mitch?”

“Yeah?” He lifts his head to meet my glare. I remove my gun from the back of my slacks and shoot him right between the eyes.

There’s no sound in the room.

My men stand back, looking at the now-dead body of Mitch with zero emotion.

Turning to them, I point my gun at Mitch’s body on the floor and stare at each and every single one of my men. “This will be your only warning. Don’t put your hands on my wife. Ever.” My voice rings loud and clear. Reaching out, I grab the phone from Kelly. “Clean this shit up,” I order, and everyone scrambles, getting back to work.

That’s one less rat.

Now, onto the next.

Because there’s no doubt in my mind that Mitch wasn’t the only one.

The fucker was not that clever.

Nah.

One thing is clear. The contract for Mila’s head has nothing to do with my men, she was caught in that situation long before I made her mine.

Shit. Something tells me I’m running out of time.

Danger is closer than I thought.

Here.

In my fucking city.