Captive Mate BL-Chapter 482: + - +

Angelo half expected to be put to work as soon as he showed up, and not at all for Nikolai to be seated in front of a table of food, clearly waiting for him.

He slowed down at the sight, fitting the pieces together. "Did you call for me to eat breakfast?"

Nikolai’s eyes glittered like blue diamonds at the sight of Angelo. He indulged the assassin’s growing habit of outrightly disobeying him and at the same time was driven to impatience by his attitude, he was entertained by both of his reactions.

If he had known that Angelo was dressing up so good, he might have waited a little more patiently.

"Yes," He answered sagely to Angelo’s question, looking at every inch of the assassin but his face.

Angelo deflated, walking over. He hadn’t even thought about eating, bad habits were hard to break.

"Were you looking forward to sticking your knives in someone?" Nikolai finally looked away from his form-fitting clothes with difficulty, his gaze glowing with approval at the visible hickeys peaking over his low collar.

Angelo had actually been looking forward to that, but when Nikolai said it like that, it made him come off like a villain. He sat stiffly at the table, "Just trying to earn my keep." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Nikolai chuckled, in a very good mood. Now he wanted to see how blood would look against Angelo’s skin. His attention was ultimately brought to the assassin’s hair, noting how properly it was bound up.

Was it to keep his hands off Angelo’s hair? All it did was make him want to see the assassin with his hair down even more. Their meals were mostly quiet and this one was no different, after they were done eating, Nikolai leaned back in his seat, a devious plan playing out in his cool eyes.

"Angelo?" He said to catch the assassin’s attention, gesturing him over.

Angelo’s brows furrowed, rising to his feet, his long slender legs distracting as he crossed the distance to Nikolai’s side. He leaned forward at the Mafia King’s insistence not expecting Nikolai to have ulterior motives.

He didn’t expect the Mafia King to wrap a hand around his neck and pull him even closer. Angelo instinctively held onto his wrist with both hands even though he made no move to pull the Alpha’s hand away, patiently enduring his antics.

At least, right until Nikolai reached around his head with his other hand and got started on undoing the knot he had painstakingly done to dissuade him.

Angelo’s eyes flashed with menace, glaring up at Nikolai who kept eye contact the entire time. He was close enough for the rich scent of cigar smoke to fill his lungs, making him miss Nikolai’s soothing scent.

He wanted to threaten to cut his hair but he remembered what happened the last time he did. He might no longer be a prisoner now but he wasn’t about to test Nikolai’s limits. The Mafia King’s playroom wasn’t a place he wanted to spend the night in alone again.

They remained in a dead-lock until his hair fell down the sides of his face like a curtain, partially obscuring the fire spitting out of his eyes. He could probably break free if he tried, or at least he could have made it difficult for Nikolai.

But he hadn’t been inclined to move... Angelo couldn’t say if it was the cigar smoke or the choking grip around his neck but he felt a little light-headed. Not in a nauseating, about-to-blackout-way, but in a strangely comforting way that made him a little sleepy.

It didn’t stop him from wrenching away when Nikolai’s grip around his neck went slack, certain that the Mafia King’s fingerprint were branded on his skin.

"It won’t be my fault if it gets in the way of my knives." He grumbled about his hair, quickly putting some distance between himself and Nikolai.

Nikolai’s eyes darkened and it made Angelo’s breath quicken, but it wasn’t out of fear. He pushed away his intrusive thoughts of his face being pushed down into the sheets and tried to remain angry and the Mafia King’s irritating obsession with his hair.

"You won’t need to use your knives yet," Nikolai seemed to reign in his reaction, glancing to the side at his ringing phone. Besides, knowing Angelo, the assassin would have his hair up again in no time.

It was like a little harmless game between them, one that only one of them enjoyed.

Nikolai went quiet as he listened to the person on the other end of the call, dropping it with a pleased expression. "On second thought, you might be using them soon."

Angelo was already in the middle of putting his hair up as Nikolai spoke. The assassin put himself in order in no time, a faint shadow of red on his prominent cheekbones.

An appropriately nervous man was soon dragged into the office. He looked like an average business man that had gotten sucked into the addictive cycle of gambling. His clothes looked a little shabby and threadbare, his shoes starting to get worn out.

He was like a textbook example of a business man with a secret addiction to gambling, and that was what made him stand out. It was too perfectly put together, even Angelo could see that there was something off about the business man at first glance.

"M-Mafia King Nikolai," The man spoke up with appropriate amounts of awe and fear. "I don’t understand what’s going on, I’m a faithful customer..."

As the man worked hard to sell his disguise, what he didn’t realize what that Nikolai hadn’t been listening to him to begin with.

"Put your hands over each other," Nikolai abruptly cut him off, "Palms up."

The business man was even more concerned, damp patches growing on his light-blue dress shirt, sweat beading on his brow. He did as he was told, flat eyes looking around in confusion.

"I-I just want to know what I did wrong..." The business man kept speaking, dread crawling up his spine as the severity of his situation started to sink in.

The men that had brought him in stood stoically at the door like robots, their guns drawn with steady hands, waiting for the order to blow his head off. He gradually went quiet at his realization, focusing on the dangerous Mafia King in front of him and the unfamiliar male Omega with the Mafia King.