Page 72 of Killian De Luca

I did all that, killing my own men for Reign’s dad.

For fucking Reign Pierce.

This goddamn girl is messing with my head, and I swear I’m going to end up dead faster than I’m thinking with this girl.

I drove fucking fifteen hours, in my clothes that have blood on them in silence.

No music playing in my car because I just can’t think straight with music playing.

All that dangerous fucking thinking going on in my head is fucking me up and my heart isn’t making things any easier with how fast and rapid it’s beating against my chest.

When I open the door to the house it’s quiet and empty.

Looks the same since the last time I was here.

I know my mom is probably in her and my dad’s room resting. She only ever comes down for meals when she is feeling up for it.

But for some reason, I can’t help but have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I don’t go to her like I want to because I know my dad wants to speak to me after the shitshow in Bulgaria, plus my mom is probably sleeping.

When I push open my dad’s office door, I take a look at him, and it looks like I’m staring at a stranger in my dad’s chair.

His white button up has the top three buttons unbuttoned, his hair isn’t as short as it was last time I saw him, he’s grown a light scruff which is strange because he usually always shaves.

He looks torn up.

He is leaning back in his chair, flipping a knife in his hand, there’s a glass of what I’m assuming is whiskey in front of him and his eyes meet mine.

“Dad,” I state, closing the door behind me and walking towards the chair in front of his desk.

He leans off his chair as I sit in mine, putting his hands on the desk while still gripping onto the knife.

He looks fucked up.

My mom is probably puking her guts out with blood mixed in, she’s dying, and my dad can’t do anything about it.

For once in my dad’s life, he can’t fix something.

He has the power to fix everything, but not this.

All the medications and money he’s put into her treatments don’t do shit, if anything it’s making her worse.

She’s getting worse every day, my dad knows it, I know it, Thalia knows it, but none of us are strong enough to say it out loud.

“You fucked up,” my dad says, pointing the knife at me. “What were you thinking, Killian? You know how much damage you caused?” He furrows his eyebrows at me. My leg starts bouncing up and down as I try to stay calm. “You let him get away with a bullet wound instead of a bullet to his head. Are you kidding me? I didn’t raise you to be so weak. And you’re sitting here as if you didn’t do shit wrong. As if everything is fucking perfect,” he says, getting more frustrated.

“Yea,” I say.

That’s all I can say.

Because the reality of the situation is something I can’t admit.

I just can’t admit I’ve grown weak for the girl with eyes that made me think I was looking at the universe.

My dad furrows his eyes and chuckles lightly, shaking his head. “Yea?” he repeats. “That’s all you have to say?” He slams the knife on the desk. “You’re fucking done. I thought you’d be ready but after that shit, you’re done. No more.”

“You’re dead De Luca! You’re dead to us!”

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