"How? You watched me kill someone. How can you be fine with that? How can you still hold me and look at me?"
I cup his cheek and smile softly. "Because you're my boy."
His brown furrow. "It can't be that simple."
"You're right. Nothing is ever simple. I guess my childhood messed me up more than I ever realized." I pause. "We have a lot to talk about. I want to know every part of you, even this dark, twisted part that you kept hidden. But nothing will change how I feel."
The doubt in his eyes lingers, but that's okay. I'll prove it to him.
From the second Sebastian came into my life, everything changed. It's like a beast inside me finally woke up, and this beast has eyes only for Sebastian, for our boy.
Killer or not, he's mine.
Always mine.
Chapter thirty-three
Sebastian
Istill can't believe what Daddy is saying.
There's no deception in his eyes. All I see is sincerity, but part of me still doubts.
Daddy is a good man.
I am not.
He has morals, boundaries, and beliefs about what's right and wrong.
I don't.
So how is it possible for him to accept me?
"Let's talk, boy. I think you'll believe me after we have a discussion."
I nod and move to sit next to Daddy. I don't think I can handle sitting in his lap and talking. I feel raw around the edges, on the brink of falling apart again.
"Where do you want to start? I'll be honest, I promise."
"I believe you." Daddy takes my hand in his as I sit cross-legged, facing him. "You mentioned the mafia. Are you involved with the mafia?"
He looks worried.
I want to be a good boy and keep my promise, even if it reveals that I'm far from a good boy. Very far.
"I'm not involved with the mafia." Daddy's shoulders relax, but it doesn't last long. "I'm an assassin."
His eyes widen, and he parts his lips to speak, but no words come out. I bite my lip nervously as I wait. Even though he said he wouldn't leave, part of me still expects to see disgust in his eyes, to see him push me away and never want to look at me again.
"You… you're an assassin?"
"I am," I say with fake confidence. "I take on ordered hits, but I always make sure the people deserve it. Sometimes I also kill without being paid."
I had two situations like this. One was a man in an abusive relationship. He didn't have the money to pay me, but I did it anyway. The second situation… I prefer not to think about it.
Daddy blinks at me, once again lost for words.
I get it. No one would believe I kill people. My frame is small, and I'm usually a bright, happy boy. Well, when I'm not having one of my episodes. And when I'm close to my Daddy. I'm always happy then.
