Page 28 of Killian De Luca

“Baby, I’m just worried. I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself,” my mom says softly.

And what about worrying about your own health issues?

You’re fucking dying, and I can’t save you.

Instead, I’m sent to another country to kill a guy your husband hates.

“I know, I’m sorry. But we already discussed this, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I explain, calmly this time. “How are you? Are you resting?”

“I’m okay, baby. You don’t need to worry about me,” my mom reassures me.

I don’t believe her though.

I know the end is near.

She’s growing weaker every day and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.

“I’ve got to go,” I say before hanging up and tossing my phone onto the end of the bed.

I get they care and worry.

But it would be easier if they didn’t sometimes.

My phone buzzes on the bed. I groan and grab my phone.

How can I make a person want to open up?

Oh Reign, you have no clue how bad I’m about to fuck you up.

Fourteen

Killian

I sleptin by mistake this morning. I was supposed to wake up early to catch Malcolm in the gym.

He came back from work late last night, I heard him come in and decided I was going to catch him in the gym this morning but I fucking slept in.

For some reason I’m not worried and I don’t feel anxiety crawling up my neck worrying about it.

Instead, whenever I am about to go to sleep and get a text from my Star, I always end up feeling guilty.

I never feel guilty because what’s the point?

But I would never be able to look Reign in the eyes and see those tear stained cheeks as she cries over what I did to her dad.

Or who knows, maybe she’s the forgiving type and she’d forgive me.

She seems like the forgiving type.

My dad’s right.

I can’t be pussy whipped and ruin my only shot at what I’ve been destined for since I was a kid.

It’s my mission and the last thing on my “checklist” to become capo.

But the guilt I would feel when looking at Reign pisses me off.

She’d get over it.

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