Page 9 of Killian De Luca

To be honest I don’t want to do this whole assassin and mission stuff forever. I actually want to become a nurse. I love helping people and the idea of helping them. But I also love the work my dad does because there is secretly a dark and depraved version of myself that only my Star knows about.

I look down at my messages with him, rereading the ones from this morning.

You nervous for today?

No, I’m excited. I think it will be fun.

Killing someone gives you a different type of adrenaline rush. I think whenever I kill someone that’s when I feel the highest form of adrenaline.

I’ve never killed someone before.

Don’t die.

Never. Who would you have to stalk and talk to if I did?

That was the last conversation we had.

He didn’t reply or send a reaction to my message which is normal.

He knows I’ll text him when I get home and if I don’t, he always texts me.

A knock sounds on the door making me put my phone in my pocket. “Come in,” I say before Anton walks in my Papa’s office.

I told him to come to my Papa’s office so that we canchaton my Papa’s behalf but I’m actually just going to kill him.

“You wanted to see me, Ms. Pierce?” Anton asks as he closes the door behind him.

“Yes. Please, sit,” I say as he sits in the chair in front of me. “Couple questions regarding your mission to Spain the other week. You said that some of the drug shipments sent to their warehouse were missing, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you happen to know which crate boxes they were? All of the boxes have a number and all of them go by order, but you didn’t give us an order number.”

“I spoke to your dad about the shipments the other day.”

Liar.

“What were the numbers?” I ask again before looking down at his leg that’s bouncing up and down.

“Numbers 1552 and 3728,” Anton states.

“What was the mission Papa assigned to you again?” I ask, acting confused.

“Just to be a mole but he also sent me for those shipments which I didn’t find.”

“So just to be clear, you were able to make it out of Spain without getting what my Papa asked for? You have been in this family for years and you know how my dad is, yes?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

Anton gulps and nods his head. “Yes, Ms. Pierce.”

“Then why didn’t you do more? You could have gone to the main office in that warehouse to figure out what happened with those shipments. You seem nonchalant about this mission.” Anton opens his mouth, but I don’t let him get a word out. “Don’t apologize because I don’t need that. My Papa doesn’t care for that. He cares about answers.”

“Well, I-”

“You’re taking too long to answer.” I stand up and rest my hands on the desk. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I love how the rush feels. I feel so powerful and it’s almost a euphoric feeling. “Why did you not get those shipments? Why did my dad later on find out you were snooping through his office? And then not to long after, while he was searching through the papers on his desk, those papers regarding those shipments just disappeared?”

Anton’s face pales.

I take a deep inhale and suddenly start coughing.

---