Chapter 122: + - 122+
"You’re asking a lot of questions about him," Asher pointed out dangerously.
Nikolai eased up at that, he would rather this didn’t turn bloody, not before he found out what was shoved so far up Asher’s ass, it touched his tongue piercing.
"I couldn’t be more disinterested in your little boyfriend," He was quick to reassure the antsy Mafia King. "Right now," He tagged on.
Asher shot him a dead-eyed look at that. There was a time when Nikolai was very much interested in Caspian.
He knew it was probably best that he got to his feet and walked right out.
But all that waited for him back at his club was a scolding from Jael, and his tortuous thoughts about Caspian, so he wasn’t exactly eager to return.
"Since you’re here for a social visit, we might as well have small talk," Nikolai went on, signaling towards one of the men essentially blocking off Asher’s exit.
Asher didn’t try to correct the other Mafia King’s assumptions about his visit again.
A social visit was a far better option than the actual reason he had wandered here.
The man he had signaled disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a solid gold tray holding a liquor bottle.
He dutifully poured him a glass before resuming his position, a ball of ice bobbing softly in the shot glass.