Priorities

Killian

“I don’t feel evil when I’m with you,” I’d told Sera in my most vulnerable moment. I felt transported back decades, back to the lost boy who never knew what love was. Back then, I’d never cared because it didn’t matter. I would never have love. There was little chance for it in the mafia life.

Her ocean-blue eyes had filled with tears and she murmured, “Oh, Killian, you’re anything but evil, especially to me. Would an evil man do what you did for me today? You are good, Killian Ricci. You are good.”

But I am still so undeserving, I had thought but didn’t say.

When we returned home, I’d never slept so thoroughly, and when I woke, I’d never felt so energized.

Now, I was in my office, which had been swiped clean by Detective Douche Briggs. Former detective, I’d heard. My office would be back in order by the end of the week, or else. Seeing the empty drawers and cabinets made my blood boil and threatened to cause me to burst into a fit of rage. This was my shit. No goddamn soul ha