Page 11 of Killian De Luca

I open my eyes and look up, seeing a dark figure in front of me. They walk closer to me making a man’s figure become clearer. He has a tall, muscular build and his eyes pierce through me.

“Help,” I whisper, almost desperately.

The man tilts his head and I notice his green eyes glinting at me.

My eyes slowly close and then blackness surrounds me.

Five

Killian

I restagainst my Bugatti as I watch the warehouse go up in flames.

The orange and red mixing together makes the blood in my body warm. I love the way fire looks, so pretty you want to hold it in your hands, but you also don’t want to get burned.

Everyone has their weapon or specialty in the organized crime scene. My mom’s is knives, my dad’s is fire and various torture methods, and Thalia’s is stiletto heels and knives. She likes stabbing her sharp heels into anyone who poses a threat.

I got my love for fire from my dad.

It’s ironic how it’s bad for me like how most things are.

I control my breathing and ignore the erratic beating of my heart as I walk towards the building on fire.

I cover my mouth with my jacket and walk in. I look around for her as I try to ignore the burning sensation surrounding my heart.

My dad said that Reign Pierce, the Bulgarian Princess, was having a meeting here and I’m supposed to be saving her from a mission that I manipulated.

Nothing a little fire can’t destroy.

My dad had a mole working for Malcom and he told us everything we needed to know about what was happening.

I move closer to the crates and see a body leaning against one, struggling to hold her head up.

Reign Pierce.

The girl I met under the stars.

Reign trembles on the floor before looking up at me. Blue eyes stare up at me and she whispers the word, “Help.”

I tilt my head while looking down at her, all helpless and in need of saving from a prince.

Too bad she got the villain.

Her eyes close and I’m pretty sure she fainted.

I lean down and pick her up, bridal style. I go back out the way I came while controlling my breathing and ignoring the burn.

I walk all the way towards my car parked on the side of the road and rest her on the grass. I lean against my car and stare down at her, admiring her features but I wish she could open her eyes to let me see those blues again.

Reign looks more mature than she did when I was fourteen at the gala when I first saw her. Her hair is long and dark. Her cheeks are round making her have that young face but not so round to the point where she doesn’t have a nice jawline. Her lips, plumped and pink, make me wish I could see what they look like when she’s on her knees begging for my dick.

Reign’s breathing steadies out and she starts to slowly wake up. Her eyes flutter open and she squints before looking around slowly and sitting up.

“Where am I?” she coughs out, her voice a little raspy.

“Safe. Out of the fire,” I say, still not taking my eyes off of her.

She looks up at me and furrows her eyebrows. “What? No, I could have gotten out on my own,” she says and stands up too quickly to where she limps and almost falls.

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