Page 19 of Thalia De Luca

"Well, I ran after Thalia to go make sure she was okay-"

I turn to look at him. "You are such a fucking liar. You went to come and find me so you could bug me. Don't fucking spin the truth."

"Anyways, I went to go look for Thalia, and instead of seeing Thalia in a white little tank top I saw her standing above a man who was like, twice her size with blood coming out of his neck and a silver blade stabbed into the side of his neck."

Killian widens his eyes. "At fifteen? Why did you even kill the guy?"

"I took off my baseball t-shirt and I was left in my tank top so that I could change into a sweater and when I was doing that some random guy from the street was stalking towards me started to touch me and shit so I took the knife I had in my pocket and killed him," I shrug.

My mom and dad always made me and Killian carry around some sort of weapon when we went places. They just wanted to make sure we were okay.

"Yup, my little angel wasn't looking very innocent that day. I think after that you started to become hotter and more badass, Thalia."

Killian grimaces. "Okay well on that note I need to go. I have school in a few minutes and you guys have your own thing to deal with," Killian says before leaving the kitchen.

I take a sip of my coffee and put it on the counter. "Yeah well, you are still the same dick since our fifth birthday when my dad got us that little farm on the hill," I say, giving him a fake smile.

When it was my fifth birthday my parents and Alexander's parents got us a farm where there were different farm animals.

A day after our fifth birthday, Alexander decided to start being a little shit to me.

The next day after our birthday, Emma took us to the farm and Alexander knew how much I hated birds so he decided it would be fun to chase me around with a chicken in his hand and then corner me inside a chicken pen. That is when my hatred for Alexander started and then he just kept being a little dick to me throughout the years.

"Oh, that's right, little Thalia was afraid of birds," Alexander chuckles. "What made you so afraid of them, Thalia?"

"Maybe because they looked like you, Xander," I mutter before passing him, while also making contact with his bare shoulder.

I feel him grab my wrist and he turns us around so that I am pushed up against the counter and he is right in front of me.

"You really know how to piss me off don't you," Alexander says in a husky voice as he looks down at me.

"Just stating facts," I shrug my shoulders and Alexander leans closer to me so that we are now chest to chest.

"Thalia, if that were true you would be running away from me right now instead of having your chest right against mine, making me feel your hard nipples through your thin ass little tank top that you wear around the house, not caring who sees," Alexander whispers in my ear. "Now tell me, am I wrong?"

I look up at Alexander and see him staring straight down at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes.

I have no clue what to say. I feel goosebumps spread through my body and chills go down my spine. I also feel a tingling feeling in my nipple area that I don't think I have felt before.

What the fuck.

Before I can fight against him or utter another word, I hear someone walking towards the kitchen making me push Alexander away from me.

"Oh good, you guys are up," Emma exclaims as she walks inside the kitchen staring between Alexander and me. "We need to talk."

Nine

"Okay, so we got more information out of that Russian hostage from yesterday-"

"We could have gotten more but your father decided to kill him because he let a few comments get to him," my mom says, cutting my dad off.

"What did he say?"

I see my dad's jaw clench. "Doesn't matter. But we have a few things we need to discuss with the both of you."

"Okay, what is it?"

Alexander and I are in my father's office. Alexander put on some clothes, and I put a sweater over my tank top because of what Alexander said in the kitchen. He chuckled when he saw I put on a sweater, covering my tank top where you could surely see my nipples through my shirt.

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