Page 26 of Killian De Luca

Maybe he’s scared of getting hurt.

Everyone gets hurt. It’s inevitable. You can’t control what the universe has in store for you.

Usually, the people who try their best not to get hurt are the ones that get hurt the most.

Thirteen

Killian

Why doI feel glad that Malcom hasn’t been home since last night?

During dinner he told all of us that he had to take care of an emergency. He kissed his wife and Reign before glaring at me and leaving in a rush.

I don’t have to worry about him today or killing him.

But the only reason I’m here is because I have to kill him, it’s part of my duty.

It’s been almost a full week since I’ve been here, and I’ve maybe only attempted to kill him once.

So why can’t I fucking get it over with?

Maybe it’s because whenever I see Reign, I think about ways to see that annoying smile on her face.

Thinking about these kinds of things makes me feel guilty.

We haven’t hung out much since her grandma told us about picking up trash at the beach. The only time I “hangout” with her is when we’re training or when she’s talking to me about fucking flowers in the garden.

We text almost every night because she always needs to vent to her Star about her day. She rarely talks about me, the onlytime she does is when her Star wants to hear updates about the boy she’s trying to fix.

It’s amusing to me how she is texting Star about me, telling me all the details and what she thinks of me.

She wants to fix my broken heart that is damaged beyond repair. She has no clue how broken it is and what it takes to fix it.

Working out together is a nightmare because she comes in with tight clothes that show off her perfect waist, perfect legs, and perfect tits. It makes me want to wrap my hand around her throat again, shove her to the nearest wall, and show her what those clothes make me want to do to her.

But in reality, I’m trying to focus on training her, so she doesn’t get killed in the field.

I’m not a fuck boy or a player.

Yes, I think about sex like every regular guy but not to the point where I need it every day or week.

It’s been a while since I’ve been in bed with a girl because I’m too busy focusing on work, but I swear to God, every session with her makes me act like a teenage boy with hormonal issues.

My phone rings on the side table next to the bed. I grab it and feel my body tense when I see my dad’s name.

He hasn’t called since I landed in Bulgaria.

I sigh while answering the phone. “Dad.”

“You sound tired. What are you doing?” He says, not bothering to say hi.

“I’m in bed.”

“It’s almost noon over there, Killian. What are you still doing in bed?” I hear my mom ask from the other side of the phone.

She should be the one in bed and not worrying about me.

“I’m tired.”

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