Page 100 of Killian De Luca

We won’t hide our love from our dads or other group members.

Killian said that his dad needs him to marry so he’s thinking that Papa and Ace will form an alliance and we could get married.

I have hope.

I’m trying my best to be positive.

Because if I start thinking about the other possibilities, then I’ll start stressing out and worrying.

Like for one, I still need to tell Killian my suspicions or that I’m even going to go to a doctor. I’ve been prolonging the doctor because I don’t want it to be true.

Not yet at least.

Not with everything going on and possible war between Killian’s family and mine.

Like does Killian even want children?

We never talked much about it, but it’s always been a question I wanted to ask him.

But I know it’s also a loaded question.

I turn a corner and immediately feel a large hand cover my mouth with a cloth. Panic spreads down my body and I freeze.

“I wish I didn’t have to do this. But Killian can’t afford this.” I hear a harsh whisper in my ear before my eyes close and my body goes limp.

My head feels heavy as I slowly regain consciousness. I open my eyes and squint while I look around the room.

A tall figure stands in front of me, his green eyes, so familiar, staring down at me.

I widen my eyes and look closely at the person before I feel a rush of anxiety go through my body.

“Ace De Luca,” I whisper as I try to move my hands that are tied behind my back.

Ace walks closer to me. “Reign Pierce. Wish we could have met under different circomestances.”

Ace leans down so his face is in front of me. His eyes are the same as Killian’s, void and dark. But Ace’s don’t have any light. It’s like there is nothing behind his eyes. Like he cares for nothing. And that’s scary to know.

How can Ace do all this and not feel an ounce of guilt or regret?

I can’t imagine what Aria would think about all this.

I just wish that I could meet both of them in a different light.

Over dinner with Aria healthy and not dying of cancer.

But Killian and I don’t have a normal love story.

We never will.

“Why am I here?” I ask.

“I just want to talk.” He stands to his full height.

“Then why am I tied up if you just want to talk?”

Ace shrugs his shoulders. “In case you get any ideas.”

“You’re a capo while I’m just a mafia princess. I can’t do anything to you,” I try to explain but Ace doesn’t care.