Captive Mate BL-Chapter 611: - - -

Angelo woke up groggy and hungry, he barely registered Nikolai’s presence in the chair across from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom to clean up.

By the time he came out, there was already breakfast on the table, Nikolai fully dressed with a laptop on the table.

Angelo stood a short distance away, wearing a bathrobe, his hair still wet. "Did you sleep?" He asked with a frown.

Nikolai had his attention on the assassin even before he woke up, dark blue eyes uncharacteristically bright. "I did. Come eat with me." He invited languidly, not mentioning that it was already late in the morning, and it wasn’t that he didn’t sleep but that the assassin had slept in.

Angelo was too hungry to chase that line of conversation, he obediently closed the distance, joining Nikolai at the center table. His thoughts were still buffering from sleep, so it wasn’t until he was halfway through breakfast that he realized that he had cooked dinner the night before.

"The noodles-" He blurted out with wide eyes.

"I ate it," Nikolai calmly countered, "Cook for me again tonight."

Angelo shot him a look, "If you want noodles, you’re welcome to make them yourself." He grumbled.

He had been dazed from sleep as he washed up, but even that wasn’t enough to miss the colorful marks on his skin, his body feeling like he had been kneaded into dough the night before.

"Are we staying?" He asked quietly when all his retort got him was a smile from the Mafia King seated across from him.

Nikolai’s attention had been cut in half by the laptop propped up on the edge of the table, but now he was completely focused on Angelo. "Do you want to?"

Angelo glanced around, the curtains were drawn, so the full-length windows were hidden from view. It was pleasant, but not the place to stay with all that was going on.

"When things settle down," He murmured, finishing up breakfast. "Are we going to the bar?"

Nikolai pushed the laptop close, "Downtown first, leave your hair down," He tagged on as he watched Angelo go over to brush out his hair.

He had already arranged for fresh clothes for them since last night, so they could stay for as many days as they liked. He rose to his feet when Angelo ignored him, stepping out of the room for a bit.

By the time he returned, Angelo was already dressed, his hair braided and wrapped into a knot behind his head.

Nikolai was all smiles when he returned, holding up a decorative basket filled with the assassin’s weapons.

Angelo strapped them to himself in record time, his movements quick from practice. When he was done, he looked at him expectantly, faint color on his cheeks when their stare lingered for a moment too long.

Nikolai held out a hand at the door, waiting for Angelo to take it.

The assassin dropped his gaze to the outstretched palm, just under the sleeve of Nikolai’s trench coat, was the fading scar of bite marks. At that thought, his gaze drifted to the Alpha’s chest... Angelo closed the distance to take the offered hand, relaxing at the familiar tight hold.

Nikolai only led the way while they were in the penthouse, when they got out, he slowed down so that Angelo could take the lead.

The trip down the stairs was as quiet as it had been when they had been going up, Nikolai’s free hand dislodging the knot in Angelo’s hair just as they got off the last step.

Angelo pretended not to notice, a smile on the Omega’s face as he led them out of the resort. It was just as empty as it was the night before, the sound of rushing fountains filling the morning air.

It was a typical fall morning, gray clouds hung low even though it was already late in the morning. The sun peeked out from behind the grim clouds, providing little warmth.

They only separated when they got to the car, Angelo getting in at the same time that Nikolai did, his braid falling forward over a shoulder.

Nikolai’s sharp gaze caught it, and before he even started the car, he already had a hand undoing the braid.

"What exactly are we doing downtown?" Angelo asked with a straight face, despite his braid being actively undone by Nikolai’s deft fingers.

"Hunting." Nikolai said casually, "I’ve narrowed down the hovel of two of three of the gangs trying to cut drug routes."

Angelo relaxed minutely, that was something he could do, something he was very good at actually. But with Nikolai, it would be more like blast fishing. He glanced out the window as his hair fell around his shoulders, pale green eyes reflecting the cloudy sky outside.

Nikolai had his hand in his hair for the entire drive downtown, but Angelo couldn’t scold him because he had been the one to tell the Alpha that he left his hair down for him.

When the car came to a stop on the side of a potholed street with rundown shacks on each side, he turned to Nikolai. "Won’t we be too conspicuous?"

Nikolai glanced down at his outfit, momentarily caught off guard, like he couldn’t understand why they would need to hide.

Angelo just sighed and opened his door, palming a knife. He barely got out of the car when a bullet was whizzing past his head.

Nikolai already dragged him into the car before he could fully process what had just happened, recovering in time to slam the door close.

"Strap in," Nikolai said darkly, his eyes fixed on the direction the gunshots had come from.

Angelo did as he was told, wondering why he needed to put on his seatbelt at such a crucial point. He didn’t wonder for too long, his eyes wide as Nikolai swerved the car and floored it, driving right for the shack the shots had come from.

He now understood why a seatbelt was necessary if he didn’t want to smash his skull on the bulletproof windshield. He didn’t try to stop Nikolai, for one, it was already too late, and secondly, the dark expression on his face was a really good deterrent.

The men hiding behind inside the shack didn’t notice the car gunning for them until it was too late, Nikolai mowing down the shabby building made out of patched up wood and zinc plates, as well as everyone else in it.