Page 27 of Killian De Luca

“Not good enough,” my mom says, making me roll my eyes.

“What’s taking so long Killian?” my dad asks, not even caring about my health unlike my mom.

No, don’t expect Ace De Luca to do that.

He is all business.

“Malcolm hasn’t been home,” I lie.

If I told him the truth, of how I am constantly trying to find ways to see that stupid smile on her face, he’d probably yell at me and tell me to stop being pussy whipped.

“Not good enough. You can get him alone even when he isn’t in the house, stop acting stupid.”

He knows I’m not stupid.

If he thought I was he wouldn’t have sent me to kill Malcom.

“I’m not stupid. I’m not going to attack when I’m not even ready. Do you think if I would attack him at his office, where there is surveillance and security everywhere, that someone wouldn’t catch me? Get real.” I run my hand down my face, getting frustrated with this piece of shit I call a dad.

“Watch it. Just because you’re about to become capo, doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me,” my dad lectures.

It’s quiet on the line and I’m about to hang up before my mom cuts in. “How are things with the girl?”

“Fine. She doesn’t suspect anything.”

“She’s smart. I ran through her records and found that she was one of the top five in her classes. Be careful around her.”

I’m not worried.

Reign isn’t stupid. But her head is in the clouds most of the time.

She doesn’t worry about anything because in her world, there is nothing to worry about. No one will let the princess fall.

Reign is very different from me because in high school all I would do is smoke and sleep my way through. I knew I had another life ahead of me, so I wasn’t worried about my career.

I never wanted a career like regular people had. I knew I was meant for more than college, trade school, or a regular boring job.

Ever since my first kill, I knew that’s what I was meant for.

It’s just the rush and then adrenaline of a kill that makes me feel so powerful, like I can do anything and no one can stop me.

It almost makes me forget about the endings and what my life will look like soon.

“I know she is,” I agree with my dad.

“How are you holding up after the fire incident?” my mom asks.

My heart clenches at the reminder.

My caring mom, always reminding me of my health.

“I’m fine.”

“Is your-”

“I’m fine, mom. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be here,” I snap without meaning to.

“Hey. Fix your tone when you’re speaking to your mom like that,” my dad yells from the other side of the phone.

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