Page 78 of Killian De Luca

“Doesn’t mean she won’t leave you. Like I said, all you can think about is now. Not tomorrow or next week. If you don’t then you won’t enjoy the present.”

I look away from the stars and back down at the bum.

He has a point.

My heart longs for her, even when we were children, my heart knew.

“Okay then.” I lean off the wall and dig through my pockets to find my wallet. I fish out some cash and toss it to the bum. It’s a thousand. Won’t get him off the streets but it’ll help. “Don’t be stupid and spend it on drugs. Get yourself off the streets. It’s fucking nasty.”

The bum throws his head back and laughs. “What’s your name?”

“Killian. You?”

“If I tell you, I’m going to have to kill you,” the bum jokes.

A smile threatens to appear on my face. I shake my head lightly. “I doubt you’d be able to.”

I walk away from him and towards my Bugatti parked down the street.

Time to claim what’s mine.

What’s always been mine since that night under the stars.

Thirty-Nine

Reign

Readingbooks always makes my mind clear.

Whenever my mind goes into overdrive I always either go to the cliff near the beach to talk to the stars or I read.

Reading does a good job to take me out of real life for a little bit.

Papa is back home from the hospital.

Ever since things went down, I’ve been feeling tired from the constant overthinking, and I even threw up in the morning the other day.

Usually, I get like that when I’m stressed out.

Thinking about Killian and how things went down with him and Papa hurts. Everything regarding Killian hurts because deep down I love him, deep down I know that he couldn’t have done all this on purpose.

The book I’m reading is “The Truths We Burn” by Monty Jay. They’re a new author I started reading and their books are pretty good.

I think this book will be a new favorite, especially because the main male character is a fire lover, and it reminds me of Killian.

I feel a breeze hit my bare shoulders making me look over my back.

Deja vu hits me as I see a familiar black figure standing at the end of my bed.

Before I can scream, he gets on top of me and covers my mouth.

My eyes connect with his dark ones. “Don’t scream,” his husky voice says. I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he doesn’t budge. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

He grabs my wrist, soft and tenderly, and slowly threads his fingers through mine.

I let him because no matter how much I fight, I can’t.

Killian is just a boy whose heart hasn’t been loved.

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