Page 114 of Killian De Luca

What a fucking dumbass.

“Where is she?”

“With her family.”

My dad furrows his eyebrows as if I’m the fucking problem.

Is he being for real right now?

“You put her up for adoption?”

He looks mad, which he has no fucking right to be.

“No, she’s with Reign’s family and she’s going to stay there.”

“Why not you?”

“I don’t fucking want her.”

“You are her dad Killian.” My dad gives me a disappointed look.

This fucking guy.

I want to laugh at him.

“I’m not going to be her dad without Reign,” I say as Reign’s heart beats against my chest, hard.

My dad looks guilty as he runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “Killian, I’m-”

I shake my head, not wanting to hear it. “No, you’re not. This is what you wanted, right?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “You wanted the girl I love dead? You wanted me to not love anyone and be closed off and cold? Guess what, Ace?” I smile and lean towards him. “You got your fucking wish.”

My dad’s jaw clenches and his expression changes to a sour one. “Don’t call me that. You’re my son-”

I laugh. “No, if I was your son, the love of my life would still be here in front of me. I would have been raising this child with her!” I yell, getting close to his face.

“I just wanted you to be great Killian. I wanted you to be the best in this world.”

I shake my head. “I didn’t want any of that. What I wanted was Reign.”

“The life you wanted with Reign, wasn’t going to last forever and you know that,” my dad says, pointing a finger to my chest.

“But it would have been nice to pretend things were normal for just a few years. Reign and I could have done so much with this baby in just a couple of years. And now it’s all ruined,” I say as another tear falls down my cheek.

I developed a coronary heart disease when I was sixteen years old. I had heart problems and other complications at a young age, but my parents were never worried about it because I was a healthy kid and the doctors said there wasn’t much to worry about.

But one day I got shot and we had to go to the emergency room when I was sixteen and they revealed how damaged my heart really was.

When the doctor revealed how long I had left, maybe 20s to 30s, I knew my time was going to end and so I expected it.

I was supposed to die.

Not Reign.

“I said it would have been fucking nice to pretend.”

My dad doesn’t say anything to that, so I nod my head and turn around to walk away from him.

He obviously doesn’t give a fuck.