Murder | HARUCHIYO

Chapter 4: Mission

"Sanzu, Asami, I need you to go on a mission." Mikey said with no expression written on his face. Asami and Sanzu stood side by side, not even bothering to spare a glance at each other.

"Yeah sure Boss, what is it?" Questioned Asami, slightly tilting her head to the side. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"We have a rival gang, their name is Zanku. In a few weeks time, we will be killing their boss, we need to prepare before that, so thats what this mission is for." He took a seat in his throne-like chair.

"You two will be killing the closest man to the boss."

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Asami sat with nothing but a her notebook and pen, drawing simple figures of the cars driving past, not bothered to do the work in front of her. She sat in her co-workers car, ignoring the paperwork that sat before her. She was waiting for her pink-haired associate who was 'getting food' but instead eye-fucking one of the workers which lead to them going into the back room.

As a man who was second in command at work, he sure slacks off when he see's something with a hole to fuck. Asami has been waiting for about twenty minutes, she as on the verge of high jacking his car and driving off, leaving him behind, but she knew she couldn't, cause its what Mikey ordered.

The sound of a door opening was ignored by the black-haired girl as she continued to scroll through her phone, her heel [slightly tapping on the floor of the car.

"See you later yeah?" A voice that sounded way too familiar.

Her head lifted quickly, tearing her gaze from her phone and onto a male with a very red hickey on his neck.

"Yeah just text me Haruchiyo, you have my number." The lady said, giving him a quick pec on the cheek. Sanzu just stood there, stuck to the floor with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Asami was pissed.

Her hand clenching around her phone, the screen turning black. Her eyes slightly darkened, staring right at the male who was walking back to the car, with a ripped piece of paper in his hand.

She could feel his triumph through the car door, almost like it was leaking from his clothing. His leather shoes clapped against the ground as he walked to his car, stuffing the paper in his pocket and grabbing his keys. He inserted the metal key in the door and proceeded to pull it open before taking a seat in the drivers chair, acting as if he doesn't have the reddest bruise on his neck.

It's almost as if he was oblivious of Asami's stare since he didn't even pay attention to her, putting his hand on the gear stick and one hand on the wheel.

"Sanzu what the fuck are you doing?! Mikey told us to go on with they mission, not fuck some random chick!" She exclaimed, straining her voice. Sanzu didn't even bother to look at her, discarding her like he discarded that lady's clothes.

"Who said I fucked her? I just let her suck me off." He smugly says with no shame at all.

"Just fuck off and drive you dickhead." She ordered, turning to look out the car window. Sanzu finally swivelled to face her, the same smirk on his face.

"Are you jealous Asami?" He asked, bringing his hand to her plush thigh. She lightly gasped when his hand slowly moved up her leg. He leaned in closer to her despite her not even facing him. His breath brushed against her ear, his lips almost touching her earrings.

"You know, I can make you feel just as good." He grinned as his fingers played with the hem of her short skirt. "I bet I can."

Asami turned her head quickly, her face almost bashing into his due to the close proximity. Her brown eyes scanned his face as she leaned closer, their lips just centimetres away from each other. Her hands made it's way around his neck, hugging his nape.