𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

25

i left the office in its current state and went to our bedroom where i know delilah will be. i entered, closing the door after. she looked at me from the show she was watching and smiled.

delilah opened her arms and i took off my shoes and walked over to bed, getting in. i went in her arms and she wrapped them around mez bringing me comfort as she rested her head on mine.

"you're okay." she whispered.

even though she has no idea of what happened, she still cares and didn't bug me to tell her.

"i love you." delilah said.

"i love you, too, baby."

"good." she pecked my forehead and rested her head back on mine.

i fell asleep in her arms, feeling safe and sound from the world just for a moment.

☼︎

"i have something i need to tell you." i said as i entered the space that my love was in. delilah looked at me and hummed.

"what is it?"

"it's about my job."

she looked at me, finally gaining her full attention.

"is this the part where you tell me what kind of work do you do?"

i nodded and she squealed.

"finally. i've been dying to hear about it."

i smiled at how happy she was to hear about what i did and sat down beside her. i know she won't be happy after i tell her but i want her to know.

no more secrets.

delilah crossed her legs and i sit down in front of her.

"promise me you won't be scared when i tell you."

"depends. are you in the mafia and you're their hitman?"

"something like that."

"this is going to be interesting." she, for some reason, squealed.

"im a hitman, yes, or as i'd like to say, assassin. i don't terminate people for the mafia but i do it for myself. people hire me to assassinate their targets, enemies and what not." i folded my lips and delilah's eyebrows shot up.

"so that's how you get your money then?"

"yes."

"are you apart of some mafia?"

"no but my family revolves around the mafia." i said.

she motioned for me to continue.

"my mother was the former donna for dark moon — the name of my ancestors mafia. my father ruled beside her, not the other way around. my padre could've ruled also, but it was my mother's side of family who owns the mafia and my father was submissive," i rushed out the last part. delilah's eyebrows shot up even more, "i have two older sisters who are apart of the mafia. my first sister is the donna of the mafia and my second sister is the tech person in the mafia. she hacks, tracks and do other tech shit that i am not interested in telling you."

"cool." delilah clapped, "can i see a gun?"

i gave her a dumbfounded look.

normally when someone knows that i kill for a living, they run, scream, report me and whatnot. seeing delilah asking to see a gun is honestly a shock. here i was, risking everything to tell her, fearing that she might be shocked and fear me but instead she's asking to see a gun.

"what?"

"oh, c'mon. don't act so shocked." she held my hands, "i love you and you know that. i accepted you for having a dick so why wouldn't i accept that you kill?"

"those are two different things."

"so? they're two major things and i accept you for who you are." she said and i gave her a grateful look. can she be any perfect?

"thank you."

"no need to thank me." she pecked my lips, "now can i see the gun or not?"