Captive Mate BL
Chapter 422: + - 422+

Chapter 422: +Chapter 422+

"It was a misunderstanding," Seth immediately started flapping his lips, "I had no idea he was one of your men."

Nikolai glanced over at Angelo who was completely dazed, the assassin was as pale as a ghost, pupils dilated. "That’s not my fault now, is it?" He went on lightly, and despite his friendly words, he had a gun shoved past the Alpha’s teeth, his other hand holding tightly to his hair.

Angelo flinched at the sound of a gun going off, Milani’s scream coming from somewhere in the room. It helped to pull him out of his spiral, his darkening vision clearing up in time to see Nikolai toss aside the Alpha that had forced him like trash.

The Alpha was missing the lower part of his jaw, his eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he gurgled and twitched a few times before going still.

Nikolai had put his gun away by the time he got to him, "Am I the only one you have no hesitation to kill?" He leaned forward to put them at eye level.

Angelo swallowed with difficulty, his emotions were in a tangled ball. He didn’t know how to feel about Mafia King Nikolai saving him, but there was no denying that the Alpha did save him just now. "Thank you," He forced out.

Nikolai just straightened up with a snort, his predatory eyes roving the room to settle on Milani.

The escort immediately dropped to her knees when he looked at her, her hands were placed over her mouth to keep her screams in, her eyes wide in terror. Curious about what had happened, Nikolai strode over to her, his demeanor friendly although he had just disposed of someone.

"Is that your boyfriend?" He asked, making casual conversation.

Milani still had her hands over her mouth, her curly hair wild, mascara starting to run. She shook her head violently, shivering like a drenched cat.

Nikolai materialized one of his aromatic cigars and lit it up, "Use your words."

"H-He’s not, just a high-paying customer. The boss assigned me to..." She trailed off, looking over at Angelo who was still seated. "Seth wasn’t happy about that so he came to make trouble."

Nikolai blew out a cloud of smoke, thoughtful. "Kissing your rival is a strange way to make trouble." He pointed out, starting to think that he should have drawn out the bastard’s death a bit longer.

Milani relaxed a little when she realized that she wasn’t the dangerous Mafia King’s target, ratting Seth out. It wasn’t like there would be any repercussions, the Alpha was dead. She would miss her best-paying customer, but she would rather lose that than lose her life.

"He said your man had a pretty face," She gladly threw the dead Alpha under the bus.

Nikolai found himself choking on cigar smoke for the second time, looking over at Angelo like he was seeing him for the first time. For a Beta, he did have delicate features but he didn’t at all look feminine, Nikolai couldn’t see the appeal.

He walked over to Angelo, "Get up. We’re leaving."

Angelo didn’t hesitate to rise to his feet, standing a little unsteadily. He could still feel his heartbeat under his skin, cold sweat on his skin.

Nikolai looked at him curiously, for someone who had dared to attack him in his home, he had quickly been subdued by a kiss. He stood still and gestured Angelo over, "Come here."

Angelo walked forward on autopilot, the worst he expected from Nikolai was a bullet through his neck, and that would be a mercy to him, so he walked closer without reservations.

Nikolai did something then out of character, he held the Beta’s face and brought their lips together, careful not to feed him any smoke.

Angelo wrenched free, his eyes blazing with anger as he threw a high kick at the annoying Mafia King.

Nikolai blocked off the attack with a low laugh, his eyes coming to life. "Save the energy for the someone actually interested."

Angelo silently fumed, the remnants of his panic attacks dissipating in the face of his anger. He stormed past the Mafia King and walked out the door only to slam into a hulking Alpha walking down the hallway.

The Alpha glanced down, his curious expression turning into one of interest. "Do you work here?" He was quick to ask, holding Angelo’s wrist.

Nikolai stepped out of the private room then, his expression impassive, but it was enough for the random Alpha to drop Angelo’s wrist like it burned him, hot-footing it down the hallway without saying anything more.

Nikolai didn’t even spare him a glance, his cold blue eyes fixed on Angelo. "Now I’m hurt," He drawled, walking over. "You let everybody but me touch you," He pointed out, reaching out to hold Angelo’s wrist.

The assassin didn’t hesitate to kick his shin and stomp on his feet, pulling free of his hold. "Does that make you want to shoot me?" He taunted.

Nikolai tongued his cheek to keep his smile at bay, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. "Unfortunately, no." He said lightly, leading the way out of the establishment.

Angelo had no choice but to follow. He couldn’t explain it, maybe it was because he had steeled his heart to kill Nikolai but the debilitating terror he felt whenever anyone touched him suggestively was absent with the Mafia King.

His body listened to him and did the things he wanted to do when it was the Mafia King on the other end, but with anyone else, especially Alphas, it felt like he was trapped in his body. It felt like he was back on that ratty futon with a far stronger person pinning him down, the helplessness threatening to drown him, it made his vision go dark.

He studied Mafia King Nikolai’s back as they went down the stairs, he could never figure out what was going on in the Alpha’s head.

"Let’s go out to eat," Nikolai said casually as they stepped into the parking lot.

Angelo said nothing in response, it wasn’t like he had a choice. If he said no, Mafia King Nikolai would still go ahead and do whatever he wanted.

The car ride was just as tolerable as the ride here had been, Nikolai busy with nonstop calls while he pretended to look out the tinted windows. Angelo wasn’t hungry but he also wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore. He wasn’t supposed to live this long... he glanced briefly at the Mafia King in the car with him, Nikolai didn’t seem inclined to kill or let him go anytime soon.

He sighed and reached for his hair to tie it into a simple knot at the back of his head, he hadn’t thought that Nikolai was paying attention to what he was doing, not until the Mafia King reached out to still his hands. To dissuade him from trying again, Nikolai held the thick bundle of his hair in a hand, his grip loose but still annoying.

"I’m going to chop it all off," Angelo bit out, glaring at Mafia King.

Nikolai let go of his hair, "Leave it down," He insisted.

Angelo felt like his anger at Mafia King Nikolai was a little irrational sometimes, but then he remembered that he would have been peacefully dead if the Mafia King hadn’t acted out of character and chose to keep him alive. Besides, earlier, he would have gotten away from the Alpha in the private room if his hair hadn’t been down.

"No," He said, the single word filled with intent.

Nikolai just looked at him for a few moments and then glanced back at the laptop screen he was working on, saying nothing more.

Angelo’s lips parted, could he really get away with saying no like that? Mafia King Nikolai hadn’t even been upset, he had acted like nothing happened.

Angelo decided that he wouldn’t push his luck, quickly putting his hair up again. He completely focused on his window this time, not daring to even look over his shoulder.

Dinner consisted of Nikolai drinking while watching him eat, just like brunch had been, and he really wanted to show the Mafia King’s eating habits to Silvia, to show his boss that his eating habits weren’t that bad, and there was someone far worse.

"How long are you going to keep this up?" He caved in and asked halfway up the stairs. He had thought that Mafia King Nikolai would send him back to the penthouse while the Alpha went off to deal with the tasks that came with being a Mafia King but instead, he had accompanied him back and even forced him to take the flight of stairs again.

"Keep what up?" Nikolai paused to ask, feigning innocence.

With the perfectly working elevators, no one ever used the stairs so it was just the two of them for miles of steps.

"Keeping me hostage." Angelo said bluntly.

"It’s barely been two days, are you giving in already?" Nikolai tutted in disappointment, starting the gruesome journey once again.

Angelo felt like if he spent another day with the Mafia King, he would pop from anger. "And if I am?"

"I’m not bored yet," Came the Mafia King’s response, already several steps away.

Angelo had no choice but to follow along, he had to admit, this was a very efficient torture method. If for some reason Mafia King Nikolai let him go after he was bored, Angelo would make sure to steer clear of him.