Chapter 228
– KILLIAN -
I let out a sigh, playing with my zippo in a dark room in the penthouse of a hotel. I’m expecting an important guest tonight, one I’ve wanted to meet for a very long, long time. The end of one side of my lips curl. I’m not smiling. Far from that, underneath this eerie smirk of mine is grit teeth.
I unclench my jaw, slowly letting my grip loosen on my zippo as I take a deep breath. My eyes come shut and I try to clear my head as I exhale slowly, repeating the process.
The sound of feet echoes in the room, the shoe soles of the bearer calmly hits the floor tiles with ease. This does not interrupt my breathing nor the attempt to cool off, no, in fact, for some weird reason, it actually aids me relax further.
The penthouse is dark. Not even the curtains are spread apart to let in some moonlight and I prefer it this way. Although certain parts of the penthouse are illuminated well enough to give highlights on the path to walk on and the latter but not more than that.
I don’t want to see the face of the killer in plain light as it’d only heighten my desire to do unspeakable harm to her and I don’t want her to see my face either.
I’d rather it be a mystery till I’m ready to slit her throat. Oh what fun would that day be.
“She’s here. Your guest has arrived, boss.” Liam’s gentle tone looms in the air directly into my ears. I don’t turn to face him, letting his words sink in. My eyes finally come open and I resume playing with my zippo, originally my father’s.
I take a deep breath in trying to ease my thoughts. Careful now, Killian, or you might be the one getting hurt, I remind myself solemnly in my mind as my fingers begin to get sore due to the hard rubs against my zippo because of my eagerness. Patience has always been key for me all my life, I’m not about to ruin it now.