CHAPTER 162

Giovanni pulled up slowly, the engine humming low, like a grumble, before he killed it. He had stepped out without his guards or a convoy. Just him. He didn't want anyone to trail him. He stepped out of the car, slammed the door and lit a cigarette, before started walking.

Lucifer was already waiting under a cover in a dark space across the street. Far away from light but still around the people enough to blend in. With one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding a cigarette that had long burned out. He didn’t speak when Giovanni appeared, he just glared at him.

“You’re late,”...