Page 16 of Killian De Luca

Malcom releases the metal bar and plants his feet on the ground. He grabs his towel from the weight bench and wipes the sweat off his forehead.

I rest my hand on my gun that’s tucked into my waistband as he grabs his water bottle and takes a sip.

As I’m about to pull it out I hear footsteps walking nearby. I remove my hand and look behind me only to see Reign with clothes in her hands and a small smile on her face.

Why does her smile make my heart clench?

And why is she smiling this early in the morning?

“Morning,” she says and hands me the clothes. “Baba found a change of clothes for you. She thought you’d be more comfortable with that instead of your suit. She has more clothes just until we can get you a wardrobe set up here. But-”

“Thanks,” I cut her off.

Her grandma has been giving me weird looks ever since I arrived. It’s not the kind of looks that make me think she doesn’t trust me. It’s more like a sympathetic look and I hate it.

I hate when people do that.

I hate when people feel sorry for me and give me sympathy because it’s only a reminder.

“Well, I know you probably didn’t want to train or work out in the clothes you were wearing so I thought these would be good.”

I honestly thought she was going to sleep in this morning. That’s why I chose to do this early. I was hoping to study his routine, maybe get a kill in and just be done.

Reign is wearing athletic shorts that compliment her long pale legs and a black shirt that shows off the silhouette of her breasts and then her snatched waist.

And let’s not forget about that smile she wears with every single goddamn outfit.

“They’re fine,” I say, walking past her and walking towards the house.

“You still don’t talk very much do you,” Reign comments.

“So, you do remember me from that night.” I confirm.

“It’s hard to forget someone like you,” she says, which makes my heart clench again.

I don’t say anything to her as I get inside the house and slam the door shut.

I strip my white dress shirt off and dress pants. Last night I slept in my briefs and assumed I’d be stuck in these clothes for a while since Malcolm isn’t very fond of me, so I didn’t think he’d give me clothes.

The clothes Reign gave me were black shorts and a white sleeveless compression shirt. I only change into the blackshorts since I don’t like working out with shirts on since it’s uncomfortable.

I have my white tennis shoes from yesterday so those should work.

I get out of the house and see Reign squatting down and looking at a flower bush.

I caught a glimpse of them yesterday as well as the garden they have. I close the door behind me making Reign turn around to face me. The smile wipes off her face when her eyes dart to my bare chest.

I ignore the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as she admires my chest and the tattoos that crawl up my arms.

“Ready?” I ask, walking towards her.

She meets my eyes and I notice her face flushes red. “Yea, what do we do first?”

I walk towards their home gym as she follows me. “What’s your favorite combat method?”

“Well, I’m familiar with hand-to-hand combat. Papa taught me a lot of combat moves,” she says. “What’s yours?”

“It’s not a combat move, but it’s my favorite choice of weapon.”

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