Captive Mate BL
Chapter 429: + - 429+

Chapter 429: +Chapter 429+

Angelo had a blank expression on his face as he walked with Nikolai to a cozy little restaurant. He was eating more in his involuntary time spent with the Mafia King than Silvia had ever gotten him to.

It was early enough that there were only a handful of people in the restaurant, Nikolai choosing to sit at the tables under the awning outside the restaurant.

Angelo had no choice but to sit stiffly with the Mafia King, the two of them standing out amid the aesthetic white furniture. A basket of freshly picked flowers sat at the center of the wooden table, the fragrance of pale pink petunias and freshly brewed coffee filling the space.

"Are you not going to eat?" Angelo had to ask when a bright-faced waitress came to take their order, she didn’t seem shaken by Nikolai’s presence.

He had never seen the Mafia King eat and he was starting to worry that maybe he just didn’t eat. However, the Alpha’s powerful physique begged to differ.

Nikolai looked up from the wretched laptop that he had also brought to the restaurant, "Order for me."

Angelo clammed up at that, starting to realize that maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and ordered his breakfast. The restaurant had a breakfast special so he ordered two sets of that.

He leaned back in his seat after the waitress left, tucking his hair behind his ear, it was a cloudy morning, a cool breeze blowing his hair in his face.

Just a short distance away, people were hurrying to work, and a duo of uniformed middle schoolers skipped past. It felt like he was invisible, watching others live a normal life he would never get.

The aroma of their breakfast pulled Angelo out of his people-watching. The petite waitress somehow managed to balance two large trays on each hand. There were stacks of pancakes, the sugary scent of maple syrup hanging thickly in the air. Sunny side-up eggs, strips of bacon, blueberry muffins, and cups of coffee.

Angelo stared at the tray in front of him with a tense expression, wondering if he should have ordered a single tray to share, there was simply too much food.

Nikolai had put his laptop away when the waitress approached, and despite himself, he was a little curious to see the Mafia King eat. Something as basic as eating seemed beyond him.

Nikolai picked up the silver knife, the cutlery glinting, "Is there something on my face?"

Angelo realized then that he had been staring a little too hard. "I don’t like pancakes."

The both of them seemed surprised by this response, Nikolai’s lips curving into a smile. "Then hand it over, I’ll help you."

Angelo resolutely kept his lips closed, not trusting his words to not worsen the already strange situation. He actually neither liked nor disliked pancakes, like with all kinds of food, he merely ate for sustenance.

But he didn’t take his words back, the stack of pancakes was really high, he would have a difficult time finishing it. If Mafia King Nikolai was feeling generous for some reason, then he would take him up on his offer.

Without remorse, he moved the entire stack to Nikolai’s tray, earning a raised brow from the Alpha.

"You said you’d help," Angelo reminded.

"Doesn’t mean you won’t eat at all." Nikolai handed back to him, giving him half the stack of pancakes.

Angelo’s expression darkened, but he didn’t complain, dutifully eating the pancakes. Why would Mafia King Nikolai say he would help only to give him half the stack?

Nikolai had a hard time keeping his amusement in check, he no longer was trying to get the assassin to go back to being volatile and defiant, content with waiting and watching to see how long the docile act would last.

"Where are we going next?" Angelo made sure to ask when they got back in the car, he had said a total of two sentences after the pancake fiasco at breakfast, still fuming.

"A hair salon," Nikolai said calmly.

Angelo stared blankly at the Mafia King. He had asked so that he would be better prepared mentally, he had been expecting the casino that morning but instead, they went off to a cozy restaurant.

It was good that he had taken the initiative to ask this time so he would be prepared... or so he thought.

The hair salon could be seen from miles away, right on the top of the pristine white building was a pink huge sign that spelled out ’Elegance’, and right underneath was the distinctive ’Hair & Beauty Salon’.

Angelo really didn’t want to get out of his car, just because his hair was long didn’t mean he couldn’t go to a men’s barbershop, or at least a hair salon that wasn’t gender specific.

If the Mafia King was doing this to tick him off, then it was working.

Angelo forced himself to walk after Nikolai who strode forward like he owned every inch of ground he walked over, his eyes pinned on the gray pavement of the parking lot.

It was still morning but the salon was already bustling, it being a Saturday might have had something to do with that.

Nikolai drew the attention of everyone as he stepped in, it was like dropping a magnet in a case of nails. An older lady was the first to break out of the spell the Mafia King seemed to cast on them, she wore a bright smile but it didn’t conceal the wariness in her thickly-lined eyes.

"What a pleasant surprise, boss," She said ingratiatingly, "Do you need my services?"

Nikolai stepped to the side at her words, "He does. Take good care of him, Roxie." He tagged on meaningfully before striding over to the seating area like he was familiar with the salon.

This left Angelo in front of the stunned hairstylist, the Beta wilting further as all the attention in the establishment moved to him.

Roxie sighed a silent sigh of relief, "Sure thing, boss!" She called to Nikolai’s retreating figure, flashing Angelo a grin, a genuine one this time. "Come with me, sweetie."

Angelo wasn’t sure he wanted to.