[ Trigger Warning: Mention of Pedophilia]

"Who do you want me to kill?"

There's the thing, Gift should never have used my family secret against me, especially in a public space where there were a lot of spectators but she did and that was unacceptable. Even if the first time she said it was a mistake, she could have stopped herself from repeating it and addressing others while calling me 'A serial Killer's daughter'.

Considering she was a friend, the slap I gifted her was enough and maybe a little bit of beating later but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she died because of me. Even though she turned out to be a bad friend and a jealous bitch, we spent good times together—she helped me go through high school successfully.

"Nah... It's fine. It's a friend—well a former friend," I breathed out. "Gift Monica Wellington, who goes by the alias Azura," The beige man let out, reminding me he knows everything but then, an idea popped into my head,

"...but is your job limited to—you know—getting rid of people only?" I asked hesitantly. Even though we had developed a much closer relationship, we had never discussed anything about his job so asking was a little bit awkward.

"Now, Yes. I've been doing this for almost twelve years and I'm kind of like second in command to the boss and I'm sure that when he retires, I'll be the new boss so I don't go on missions often anymore and when I do have one, it's usually a very complicated one,"

My jaw dropped in shock when I heard the number of years he has been in the Hitman business. I was nine when he started taking people's life. I was so shocked that the beige man noticed me completely frozen, "Ah—Why do you look so stunned?" He asked while pulling over on the side of a random street.

"I was nine when you started, How old are you?!!" I exclaimed, causing laughter to erupt from his mouth. His head rested on the steering wheel while he continued to laugh, "Calm down, I'm only eight years older than you." He responded.

"Eight years is a long time! Wait-So if you're eight years older than me, that means you're twenty-nine? You're still old," I let out, causing around round of laughter from him. "Wait—You started when you were eighteen?" I asked rhetorically, even more stunned than I was when I heard how long he had been killing people.

"Seventeen, Almost eighteen." He corrected.

"Why would you do something like that at seventeen?" My voice lowered as I questioned. The goofy mood in the car was replaced by a gloomy one. His facial expression showed that he didn't want to talk about it, he genuinely looked sad.

"You know what? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, Instead, let's talk about the—"

"My stepdad was a pedo. From when I was ten till I was fifteen," He cut me off with a piece of shocking information that caused a gasp from me. "When I was ten, my parents got divorced and my mom moved in with her boyfriend back then and took me with her. He was—a monster. He made my life a nightmare and it all finally came to an end when my mom noticed and took me away from him. She got back together with my dad and they all thought everything went back to normal but things never went back to normal—at least with me," He started.

"..." I was too stunned to speak. I could never in a million years have the thoughts that he went through something as horrible as getting repeatedly raped by a grown man as a kid.

"I started becoming more distant and... violent. Things just changed for me and the only emotion that I could feel was rage. I wanted him dead. So one night, I got drunk and went to his place, I stabbed him fourty seven times and...I loved it. While leaving, his housekeeper saw me and unfortunately, I had to finish her off too because she saw what she shouldn't have seen. Ever since that, I was on the streets all the time and by the time I was seventeen, I eventually stopped going home,"

"..." My jaw dropped at the amount of times he stabbed his stepdad but the amount of rage he must have felt pushed him to do it and if I was in his shoes, I would have done the same.

"One night, I was about to get mugged but I wasn't going to let them take my things without a fight. There were three and somehow, I managed to kill all three of them by hurting them in their vital organs surprisingly, the boss was somewhere in the corners watching the event unfold. He recruited me from there saying I was gifted."

"What about Reality? How did she—you know," Without finishing my sentence, he knew what I meant. "Ahh, Reality was kind of—a mistake. I love her though, don't get me wrong. When her birth mom said she was going to terminate the pregnancy, I didn't have the heart to kill my child so I had her keep the baby. She gave birth and died right after. Do you know who she was? Her name was Ecstasy Norman—better known as Oniria Siren," I choked on air at the information.

Siren? Fucking Siren? No wonder the beige man stares at the wall where Siren's portrait used to be hung. "That's why you stare at the wall in my place. Because Siren used to live there," I mumbled. "This is so shocking..."

"Now, I have my daughter, I'm happy," He finished with a sentimental smile on his face which was later wiped off by a confusion written on his face after I suddenly slapped his arm.

"What was that for??!!" He exclaimed playfully.

"That is for doing a background check on me and knowing literally everything about me. Now, I have nothing to say about my past," I faked a whine, folding my arms on my chest. "I can pretend to know nothing about you," He said, trying to please me.

"Oh, Shut up!" I let out. A few seconds of silence later, the beige man held my hand with a subtle smile on his face, he entwined our fingers, "When are you going to give me an answer? It's been over a month," He asked.

Undoubtedly, I was attracted to the beige man but I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in a committed relationship with him, Especially when being a mom is part of the relationship...But I liked him, but...

"..." I looked down at our entwined hands, "I don't know, I think I like you too but I'm a little bit scared. What if Reality doesn't want me as her mom? What if she ends up hating my guts," I responded.

He cupped my face and pecked my lips before speaking, "You have no idea of how much Reality loves you. Have you seen how she glares at me when I don't do what she wants regarding you? You don't have to worry about Reality because she loves you," He assured, bringing a smile to my face.

My face and ears were heating up but I wasn't looking away, my heart was beating at the speed of light and it seemed like it was going to burst out of my chest but I didn't break eye contact. I wanted to feel everything.

"My answer..." I trailed off and gently held his collar, pulling him in for a short kiss, "That's my answer."