Page 7 of Killian De Luca

Irritation fills my dad's eyes, and he bites the inside of his cheek before grabbing a paper.

“What’s your legacy, Killian?”

“To carry on the family business. To carry on the Italian Mafia our family has built over the years.”

“And what have I taught you Killian?”

“To protect myself and only myself.”

“And what will you do, Killian?” My dad leans his arms on his desk and keeps his eyes on mine.

“Kill Malcom Pierce. The leader of the Bulgarian Mafia.”

Three

Reign

Age Nineteen

My fist connectswith Papa’s padded gloves.

“Harder,” Papa grunts, making me punch the padded glove harder. "Harder, Reign," he repeats, making me do it again. After ten minutes of repeatedly punching my Papa’s gloves, we stop and have a small break to drink some water. "So, are you nervous?" my Papa asks.

"Me? Nervous? Never," I say with a teasing smile.

My Papa gives me that scolding look that he knows I hate. "I'm serious, Reign. I can't lose you during this mission," my Papa says sternly.

My parents are always so worried about me, especially Mama.

"And I'm serious too. I'll be fine, Papa. Don't worry," I assure him while still smiling because he loves it when I smile.

"Reign, it's not that I’m worried. I'm just anxious about you going on your first mission. Alone, might I add?" my Papa says as he looks down at me with worry.

My Papa, Malcolm Pierce, the leader of the Bulgarian mafia, is one of the softest leaders I have ever met. But that’s probably because he’s my Papa and he is supposed to be all soft around his only daughter. He is all about loyalty and pride. He has a very hard time trusting people outside of family, if he trusts you or even lets you get near his family then you are considered lucky.

He rarely lets me out of the house. The only person he lets me hang out with is Jamie who is my best friend. We have grown up together and have known one another since we were babies. My Papa and Jamie's Papa have known each other for a while. They are very close business partners and they’ve become best friends over the years.

"Papa, seriously, don't worry about me. I'll be fine. It's not the first time I’ve been on a mission," I say while placing my water on the weight bench.

"But the thing is that you have never been alone on a mission, Reign. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"And nothing will," I assure him again.

"Reign, not to be a dick but you don't even know how to take someone down.” Papa narrows his eyes on me before taking a huge gulp of his water. "I just want you to come back home in one piece."

I have a mission coming up in a few days and for this mission, I have to kill this person who my dad found out was a mole in our mafia. He is going to be at one of our warehouses. My papa wants me to gather information out of him first before I kill him.

Luckily this warehouse is in our country because I don't think Papa would be able to handle me being out of the country.

"I understand, Papa. But I'm nineteen. You have to learn to let me go." I place my hands on my hips and raise an eyebrow at him.

Papa smiles at me but it almost looks sad. "Reign, you're my daughter. I don't think I will ever be able to let you go. You will always be my little girl."

I smile at Papa and kiss him on the cheek. "I love you, Papa. But once I turn twenty-one you have to be able to let me go," I said while narrowing my eyes at him.

"I will. But your Mama will be a hard one," Papa chuckles while getting his stuff on the bench.

"True. She cried at the thought of me living by myself.” I smile while reminiscing about Mama crying.

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