CHAPTER 132

- KILLIAN -

My jaw tightens as a black vehicle pulls into my front yard. I’m standing on the first stairs of the step stairs leading to my front door, casually dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and ash sweatpants with my hands in both my pockets as I watch the car.

My finger plays with my zippo in my pocket. I need to keep my head sane. The lady in the car parks her car beside mine and gets down.

Dressed in her typical, extravagant way it seems. Asami is wearing a short, body hug, black dress that stops just above her knee with a long, black leather coat, the collar part being fur. She has a small, netty vintage hat on and black gloves clothes her fingers up to her wrists. Asami takes off her sunshades as she stands in front of me from the last stairs, keeping her distance.

“Causally dressed for a meeting, are we?” She purrs, staring at me straight in the eye.

“Overly dressed for a meeting, are we?” I respond dryly, completely bored.