Captive Mate BL-Chapter 616: - - -

Angelo dropped the hair dryer, he had placed a chair in front of the window, although there was nothing to see except the layout of Mafia King Davian’s yard. The walls were too high to see past them from the ground floor, the shrubbery backlit and swaying softly in the evening breeze.

He sat patiently and let Nikolai brush out his hair, the gift he had gotten still around his neck. He hadn’t taken it off even when he got in the shower.

When his hair was all brushed out, he got up to eagerly grab the bag of jewelry, taking out the boxes without caring that he had all of Nikolai’s attention.

The first box held a diamond bracelet, it was delicate, just like the necklace had been, the shiny metal a pale green. Angelo’s eyes lit up at the sight of it, completely forgetting about the risk of the pretty jewelry being rigged with tracking devices.

The next box was full of rings, a couple had designs that could be taken off to reveal a sharp point. As thoughtful and pretty as they were, he couldn’t quite see the occasion he could wear them for, they would only get in the way of his knives.

The last box held titanium-diamond jewelry of awkward lengths. When he figured out what they were for, he stashed the anklet and waist chain with the rings, taking only the bracelet to Nikolai to put it on for him.

The Mafia King said nothing about his choice, putting the jewelry around his thin wrist.

There was a knock on the door then, Nikolai opening the door to Rosie’s familiar face. The Omega said nothing about them being in a single room, simply relaying her message.

"Dinner is ready," She notified them, shooting a smile at Angelo, who still hadn’t changed out of his bathrobe.

Nikolai slammed the door with a scowl, ignoring Rosie’s laughter from the other side of the door.

Angelo was starving, so he ignored Nikolai’s burning gaze on his skin and got dressed. The sweater he wore had a low, round neck, which made his diamond choker stand out, the delicate white band at odds with the dark red sweater he wore. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He still had the hairband Lake had given him, and without much thought, he put it in his hair, it did a great job of keeping his hair out of his eyes without him needing to put his hair up.

The pale blue hairband softened the sharp edges of his face. He turned to Nikolai when he was all done. "Ready to leave?"

Nikolai had been lingering at the door the entire time, so he just opened the door in answer, waiting for Angelo to walk up before stepping out.

Lake was all smiles when they walked into the kitchen, but the smiles were directed at Angelo, it soured Nikolai’s expression.

"How do you feel now?" Angelo beelined for the pregnant Omega, worry in his tone.

Nikolai had stolen him away the night before, so he hadn’t exactly gotten the chance to check up on Lake.

"Never better... are you free on Saturday by any chance?" Lake took the plunge, ignoring Nikolai glaring a hole through his head.

Angelo took his seat next to Nikolai, they were only five at the table, so there wasn’t much of a distance between anyone. "Saturday?" He repeated.

"My personal trainer scheduled a dance session, and I thought it would be fun," Lake explained, ignoring his mate also joining the staring contest.

Angelo’s expression brightened, pleased that Lake had thought to invite him. "I don’t know how to dance." He mumbled.

"Neither do I," Lake said brightly for all his negative words, "But that’s the trainer’s problem. I already called Caspian, he doesn’t know how to dance either."

It didn’t take much else to convince Angelo, Nikolai could do without him for a few hours on a weekend. "Sure, I’m free."

Lake beamed, pleased that he would be having company for the intimidating dance session. Wisely leaving out the little tidbit that it was going to be a belly dance session curated specifically for pregnant Omegas.

He ignored the kicked-puppy look Davian wore, it was an Omega-only event, he would get over it. Rosie had other plans on the weekend and the Omega would have also been welcome to join.

Dinner was pleasant, Nikolai and Angelo’s presence were starting to become familiar, casual conversation flowing at the dinner table. Afterward, they stayed behind to help clean up, and despite Davian glaring daggers at everyone infiltrating his station, he let them help.

It had already started to rain gently as they cleaned up after dinner, the rain picking up when they all parted ways to rest up for the night.

Angelo paused when Nikolai went into the wrong room, a frown on his face. He marched right after the Alpha, his disapproval clear to see on his face. "What are you doing?"

Nikolai hid his pleased expression behind a poker face, "Grabbing something?"

"Oh," Angelo deflated, but he didn’t leave, lingering in the Mafia King’s room until he was ready to leave.

He stretched as they stepped into his room, he was sated, it was raining, and Nikolai was right here, the perfect combination for a good night’s sleep.

He took off his hairband and got right on the bed, patting it impatiently. "Come to bed."

Nikolai had been about to tinker on his laptop for a bit, but this invite caught him completely off guard, going right to bed without hesitation. Only for Angelo to crawl into his arms and curl up, the assassin fast asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

For someone who once drank his drugged wines with him, Angelo never passed up on the chance to sleep. He didn’t pull away though, holding all of the assassin in his arms.

If he were being fair, he also hadn’t drunk a glass of drugged wine since he got Angelo back. He caught a glimpse of the bracelet Angelo wore to bed, the assassin’s thin fingers loosely clutching his sweater.