Page 15 of Killian De Luca

She has a smirk on her face, and I can’t help but smile at her.

She loves scheming.

“Okay.” I walk towards Killian who is still in the foyer. “Hey.”

Killian still has an expressionless face as I stand in front of him. Now standing face to face with him I notice how tall he is and openly admire his features silently. He has striking green eyes that look down at possibly anyone to intimidate them. It’s probably not hard for him to look down at someone with his height. I’m about 5’8” while Killian has to be standing roughly over 6’1” for sure. He’s wearing a suit, but I can tell underneath the fabric he is full of muscle.

“Did you come here for a reason?” Killian asks, making me meet his eyes.

“I thought I would show you where you’ll be staying. The house is starting to kind of settle down since it’s getting dark. We usually have family dinner, but you know since you’re here and everything-”

“Where’s the room?” Killian cuts me off, still holding eye contact.

I blush, realizing I was talking more than I should’ve. “Right, sorry. Follow me.” I turn around and walk towards the backyard. I show him the massive pool overlooking the city and the garden where I love to spend time, just to look at the flowers. I spend most of my time in the garden or at the beach when it’s midnight so I can talk to Dyado. We walk up to the front step of the guest house, which is massive. Papa likes his privacy so whenever guests are over, he throws them here. “Here it is.” The house is white and has two floors. One kitchen, living room, bedroom with a bathroom and a walk-in closet. Killian walks inside the house and inspects everything. As we walk through the house, I watch him. “Thank you.” Killian turns his head to look at me. “For helping me.” I clarify.

Killian leans his body against the back of the couch. “What kind of assassin are you anyway? You almost got yourself killed.”

He could have just said ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal person.

“I’m just starting out. It was one mess up. Won’t happen again.”

“You wouldn’t last a day on your own without your family or your dad’s men,” Killian comments. “I’m surprised you didn’t die before I saved you.”

My hands clench by my side and I feel myself growing annoyed with what he’s saying.

I mean I’m still learning, and my Papa never taught me young because he only saw me as his little princess, still does. He doesn’t want me in this kind of business, but I just want to see what it’s like.

“And I suppose you can do a better job at teaching and training me than my dad?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

Killian snickers. “Yea.”

I take a step closer to him which Killian notices by the way he observes me.

“Then how about tomorrow morning, before breakfast, you do a training session with me?”

“I doubt you could keep up.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Killian licks the inside of his cheek and leans off the couch to stand about a few inches away from me. “Your dad and I are very different when it comes to training. I will break you, Reign. I don’t train pretty,” Killian says in a low voice, almost threatening.

“I can handle it.”

“Doubt it.”

“Then tomorrow.”

Killian nips his bottom lip as he looks down at me and I swear I see something dark flash in his eyes before he nods. “Fine. Tomorrow at 5:30 am. Don't be late.”

Eight

Killian

Malcom is doingpull-ups on the metal bar in their home gym.

I woke up around 4:00 in the morning just to see what time Malcom usually does his workout. From one of the past moles that worked in the house they told me that Malcom would start his workout in the early mornings.

During his workouts, he’s by himself, not around family or focused on what could possibly be a threat to him.

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